"But so many lethal weapons actually could not kill him!" Garen frowned slightly. The strength of Level Five Half-Moon level had exceeded his expectations. It even could increase the force field to this extent. This kind of defense field, would it be comparable to the average Level Five Mech?
The weapons he had used in one breath, although their power was diffused, should not have been able to be withstood by the human body.
"It seems like that there is some kind of life-saving defense on him, similar to Goldfish."
He was not afraid of the other party coming to his doorstep. Prior to the fact that Fila wanted to get rid of him, both sides had already bred enmity. As a Secret Technique practitioner himself, alertness was at its peak at all times. He was not afraid at all of others' secret attacks because he was much stronger in this area as compared to other pilots.
As for the involvement of relatives, such things might be left unattended in the Outer Courtyard. However, in the Inner Courtyard, especially the conflicts among powerhouses, no one would do such a stupid thing. Each powerhouse was of either Level Four with resonance degree, Level Five or even Level Five with resonance degree. These powerhouses, if pushed too far and lurked as assassins, no common guard on the outside would be able to withstand them. One had to know that in the outside world, any pilots with Level Three or Level Four Willpower were able to lead a very good life. The cost of hiring was extraordinarily expensive. It also depended on the hirer's qualification and whether the pilots were willing.
Once the rule was broken and powerhouses with Level Five Willpower or with resonance degree lurked as assassins or terrorists, this kind of lethality, just by looking at the previous Red-White Shining Mechs, one would know that with just a few people, they could destroy an entire big city. This was in fact, a result of a direct confrontation. If it were to happen in the dark... That was why the fight between powerhouses primarily targeted the opponent itself. Only the pilots who really had no scruples would use the means of dying together.
Putting aside all these, Garen recalled the energy field that Fila had released just a moment ago. That split-second outburst of energy field force was definitely his true level, and he compared the gap with his own energy field.
He held out his hand and strands of invisible, soft energy field gradually covered the back of his hands as if they were made of water, seemingly without any big defensive force.
"The restorative power from the training method given by Red Moon is strong enough, but it does not have any defensive force at all. It should be part of a certain type of combination training method," he guessed. "There must be another part of the training method that specializes in defensive attacks."
The more he practiced during these times, the more he had the feeling that this training method had been split up.
Looking up again at the quivering green and black lights in the direction of the library, it was clear that the guys that showed up later had engaged Fila.
"Should I go and have a look?" Garen rubbed his chin.
The quivering became stronger and suddenly, the black swelled sharply, instantly occupying the upper hand. This made Garen's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Looks like he has used another hidden card... He's certainly a baron who had lived for so many years. There are so many cards up his sleeve that can be used," Fila's appearance seemed to be, if not less than half, one-third of his actual age.
Garen carefully calculated. Although he did not remember specifically how long he had lived, he might be estimated at four or five hundred years old. Tallying up his years from a few worlds, it had unknowingly been this long.
Fila's data did not explicitly mention his age, but it could also be roughly estimated that he should be two hundred years old. His appearance looked young but he was actually an old man.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe enhancing of life through the means of science and technology, plus a resonance degree, was enough to ensure a person who had authority and money would easily live past two hundred years old.
Seeing that Fila had regained the upper hand, Garen gave up his thoughts of going back to the watch the battle and slowly walked down the bridge. A few guys from the Administrative Bureau had rushed in front of him, hands holding high-energy ray guns.
"It's this area, how come it has disappeared!!? It should be here according to the route of that car!"
"It may be around! Find it!"
One of them grabbed Garen's clothes.
"Hey! Did you see this person passing by here?!" he straightaway turned his wristwatch and pulled up an image of a familiar face while yelling at Garen.
Garen looked at it. It was actually the image of his disguised face earlier on.
He shook his head.
"No, I only saw a dark shadow flashed past and disappeared… Officer, is this person a wanted criminal?" he had a calm, fearless, but somewhat curious mien.
Such a demeanor was common in the Inner Courtyard. Some geniuses with a bit of capability would always have this kind of expression.
Seeing Garen responded calmly, that person also eased up and shook his head, obviously afraid of offending someone inexplicably.
"Not a wanted criminal, just a person who had messed with someone he shouldn't mess with... It's misfortunate for this boy. Alright then, thanks a lot, buddy."
He relaxed his arm and walked away. Together with the few other members, they quickly found a direction and ran towards it, disappearing on one end of the flyover quickly.
Garen silently watched those people leave and walked off the bridge from the other end, slowly heading towards the Professor Van Doe's villa.
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In front of the library
Fila bent over with both hands on his knees. His sweat, a mixture of blood and water, was dripping slowly from his hair to his chin and to the ground.
His original youthful skin was now slowly wrinkling and slackening to that of an older person's.
"The expenditure of Willpower was too much..." he touched his facial skin. "It has been a long time since I last fought to this kind of degree..."
All his men were unconscious and there was a whole pack of people lying around; all were the men brought by Reyla.
Most of them were seriously injured. No one was killed. After all, even with their statuses, killing elite students in front of everyone would also cause a huge trouble. And so, the two had also restrained the scope of the affected area.
Reyla was half-kneeling on the steps not far away. There were bloody holes three-fingers-wide upon his body and the edges of the wounds appeared charred.
"Still, to have such great strength despite being injured... Indeed, it's Fila," he braced himself to stand up. "No wonder I've been suppressed by you for so many years. It turns out that you…"
A black line suddenly flashed and fiercely hit Reyla's body. It flung him away with a thud and he flew into the center of a building behind him that stood opposite the library. He went through the glass and shot into the interior of someone else's house.
"Go!" Fila yelled. Several black shadows appeared by his side out of thin air, simultaneously carried the unconscious men on the shoulder while helping him rapidly to the hovering car not far away.
The green reticle at the top of the head had been extinguished previously without them noticing.
Fila was fighting back the feeling of fainting. After holding out until he was inside the hovering car and seeing the white-haired old man who was driving, he was finally relieved.
"Return to the residence!"
"Hurry! Reyla being thrown off by Master in one shot is only temporary!" the old man was serious-looking. He could see that at the position where Reyla had been thrown towards, a green translucent tentacle had suddenly popped up, like a marine monster. A huge green octopus with a diameter of four or five meters waved countless of tentacles and wormed through the holes in the building. In the center of the mouthpiece was Reyla, laid spreadeagle. His hair was flying while his face was covered in blood, and his lower body was completely integrated into the octopus.
"Fila! I want you dead!!!"
"Resonance skill? How terrifying!" the old man was shocked at Reyla's appearance. He looked back at the unconscious Fila and continued to accelerate. "Master shouldn't have lost to him initially. If it weren't for that killer... That kind of professional skills, it wasn't like a regular rookie, definitely a veteran of veterans. The Administrative Bureau actually had nothing on him."
As for the high-level killings of Reyla and Fila, the Authority Bureau was powerless. Both sides had a vast network of forces behind their back, offsetting each other. What was compared in this kind of situation were their individual strengths.
The old man kept on driving and frantically speeding up until he could not see Reyla's octopus form. Only then did he slow down.
"While in the state of activated resonance skill, the individual is lacking in speed. Without the help of a Mech, he wouldn't dare to simply give a chase. It's still okay, still okay," he let out a long breath.
"Uncle... Have we got away?" Fila's somewhat weak voice came from the back.
"Managed to. We have to immediately counteract the other party's subsequent arrangements. Reyla's Deep-sea Organization will never let us leave so easily. He had arranged a large number of measures in this duel," the old man nodded.
"How careless of me. I didn't expect the killer from the beginning to actually have such a strong simulation actuarial power that he would dare to use so many weapons of mass destruction. And still, he did not kill any elite students!" Fila rubbed one side of his head, both eyes slowly leaking tears of blood. This was the result of excessive use of his Willpower and the aftereffect from the outburst of resonance skill.
"If it weren't for the first wave of attack that had exhausted at least one-third of your Willpower, you wouldn't be beaten by Reyla to this state." The old man nodded.
"What did leader say?" Fila closed his eyes, found a paper towel in the car and wiped away the bloody tears.
"To have you go to the Outer Courtyard and stay away, or perform a simple task and go out to have a walk. Deep-sea has shed all pretense of cordiality and will not stop hunting you," the old man replied.
"What's the attitude of Black Rose?" Fila blew out a breath, picked up a bottle of water that had automatically appeared before him and drank a sip, gargled, and spat it out into the retractable trash can in front.
"Similar as Thousand Year Tree, to maintain neutrality. We can't change their stance since we're a foreign organization. They have no reason to care about the killings," the old man replied.
"A group of scum!" Fila fiercely punched into the seat's real leather. "When leader finishes the plan, all of them will have to die sooner or later!!"
"Master, aren't you already aligned with Blue Narcissus?"
"That group of vampires just thinks of money, money, money all day long! The details are not yet completely settled, but they are already thinking of money!" Fila said crossly. "It takes too much to reach the target and their appetite is too big."
"Remember the Willpower of the killer from the sneak attack? This type of high IQ killer must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise, it will be very troublesome later on," The old man remarked in a low voice.
"Remember, but although that person does not have a resonance degree, his combat awareness is very sophisticated."
"What level of Willpower?"
"It should be around Level Four or Five."
"Should I inform the three Masters?" the old man took a look at Fila from the rearview mirror.
"Since he is a killer, just hire their old rivals to start with it. Give a reward of one hundred million. Best to capture alive, halve it if he is dead. Put it up on the Exterminet." Fila gritted his teeth.
"Exterminet? The top killers there only have Level Five Willpower, can it be done?"
"It's okay. The price floor of Exterminet is too high. We have to keep the money to negotiate with Blue Narcissus, that group of vampires. It is not enough to use that much. Exterminet is sufficient. Moreover, if they cannot do it alone, don't they know to partner together?"
"Alright then, I will put it up once I get back."