Leverage, The Killer’s Identity Does Not Matter

Felix Fuller stepped out from the shadows, his sharply defined face taut and expressionless. His pitch-black eyes were like blades, fixed on the person before him.

"You ruined my plans."

"So what if I did?" In the darkness, the black-clad, silver-masked Lance Quinn faced off against Felix Fuller. Even through the mask, the mockery in his eyes was unmistakable.

"You deserve to die!" Felix Fuller raised his sword, aiming it at Lance Quinn, who was now surrounded by guards.

"You think you can kill me? How naive!" Lance Quinn's sword still dripped blood—when he lifted it, droplets spun through the air, blooming into crimson flowers that made his attackers shiver and instinctively step back.

Felix Fuller was unmoved by Lance Quinn's words—he was the only one present unaffected by Lance's aura.

"Descendant of the Lan clan, if I could injure you once, I can do it again." Felix pulled three throwing darts from his belt, aiming them at Lance Quinn.

He didn't rush to attack; instead, he waited, watching for the right moment. Felix didn't believe Lance Quinn, after such a fierce battle, still had the strength to escape.

"Go ahead and try. Such petty tricks, and you dare use them in front of me? The Divine Temple's heirs have fallen so far—I'm truly amazed." Lance Quinn mocked, not bothering to attack, but scanning the area for the weakest point in their defenses.

His goal was already achieved—there was no need to get tangled up with Felix Fuller here. He knew Felix's martial skills matched his own, and with all those guards, there was no reason to fight.

"As long as it works. I know you're immune to poison, so rest assured—I won't waste my toxins on you." Felix still remembered last time, his first serious loss, and he'd spent all this time figuring out how to deal with someone who couldn't be poisoned.

Recently, he'd finally come up with a good method, but hadn't had a chance to use it until today, when the Lan clan heir appeared. Felix was excited when he heard Lance Quinn was near.

Lance Quinn glanced around, realizing Felix Fuller had prepared thoroughly. Even if escape was impossible, he'd fight—he had nothing to fear.

"Looks like you insist on fighting me today. Fine—let's do this."

Lance Quinn wiped the blood off his sword, signaling Felix Fuller to make his move.

"You're strong." After a fierce fight, Lance Quinn still commanded such presence—Felix Fuller couldn't help but admire him.

Felix Fuller motioned for the guards to fall back, clearing enough space for a fair duel with Lance Quinn.

"Just so happens, I'm stronger than you." Lance Quinn replied without a hint of modesty.

Felix Fuller made it look like he wanted a fair fight, but if Lance Quinn believed that, he'd be a fool.

The phrase 'the martial world is treacherous' isn't just talk. He never underestimates any opponent—after all these years, he's seen every kind of person.

A lower cultivation level doesn't mean you can't kill an expert—in his day, he'd slain plenty above his rank.

His skills surpassed Felix Fuller's, but that didn't mean Felix couldn't kill him. The martial world is full of strange talents—poison experts like Felix aren't uncommon. Last time he fell for Felix's tricks, he regretted it; this time, Felix wanted to scheme against him? Dream on.

Lance Quinn stood his ground, waiting for Felix Fuller to strike. Felix didn't hesitate—he sprang forward, his sword spinning through the air and clashing against Lance's blade in a shower of sparks.

Felix didn't use brute force. Instead, he flipped over, landing behind Lance Quinn. Without pausing, he leaned back, sword leveled with his body, and thrust toward Lance.

Felix's swordplay wasn't flashy—just fast. He leapt behind Lance Quinn, not slowing for an instant, and struck with a reverse blade, his speed like lightning. Ordinary people couldn't hope to dodge it.

Lance Quinn had fought Felix Fuller before—he knew how fierce Felix's attacks could be. Felix was fast, but Lance was faster. As Felix's sword thrust forward, Lance sprang up on the spot, landing with both feet on the tip of Felix's blade.

Felix's expression changed. He spun, pointing his sword upward and using the momentum to stand—ready to meet Lance Quinn's attack. But Lance had no intention of fighting head-on; instead, he used the force to leap into the guards, trying to carve a bloody path out.

"Stop him!" Felix barked, furious, issuing a swift order.

Lance Quinn had guessed right—Felix never intended a fair duel. He just wanted to stall Lance and let the archers finish him off.

Lance Quinn was formidable, but even the greatest master can't evade a thousand arrows. Yet Lance seemed to know exactly what Felix was planning—he never separated from the crowd, rendering the archers useless.

Ordinary guards couldn't hold Lance Quinn back. In an instant, he'd carved a bloody path through them. By the time Felix Fuller caught up, only a dozen guards remained between him and Lance.

"Lance Quinn, you think you can ruin my plans and just run? Dream on." Felix Fuller shot forward like an arrow, attacking Lance with speed and ferocity, leaving no room for escape.

A cold wind swept in behind Lance Quinn—how could he not notice? Beneath his silver mask, a cold smile flickered in his eyes. When Felix's sword was just an inch away, Lance suddenly turned.

"Felix Fuller, let me teach you something: next time you fake it, don't be so sloppy."

Bang—no one knew when, but suddenly Lance Quinn had a gun in his left hand. As Felix closed in, Lance fired.

Thud—the bullet buried itself in Felix Fuller's calf. Felix lost his balance, pitching forward; Lance Quinn stepped back, and Felix ended up sprawled at his feet.

"So that's all the Divine Temple's heirs amount to." Lance Quinn looked down, his posture commanding, utterly suppressing Felix Fuller.

"Despicable!" Felix Fuller lay humiliated at Lance Quinn's feet, burning with rage. He tried to stab Lance with his sword, but Lance was quicker, stomping down on Felix's arm.

"Don't move. If my finger slips and I put a bullet through your head, that would be a real tragedy." Lance Quinn raised the gun, aiming it at Felix Fuller's head in warning.

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