Chapter 669: Chapter 669

In this situation, no one paid attention to the Pisces director’s "announcement" anymore. As soon as the combat dream realm expanded, nearly half of the cleaners charged toward the arrogant figure in the center of the field.

Accompanied by an angry shout, a slender figure instantly elongated, crossing more than seven hundred meters in the blink of an eye to reach Leon.

The figure, faster than its voice, known as "Silver Shadow," instantly shifted from extreme motion to complete stillness. It extended its right hand, covered in silver scale armor, reaching toward Leon’s throat, scolding angrily:

"You are nothing but..."

Nodding toward the cleaner whose branch was unknown, with a gentle smile, Leon ignored the hand reaching for his throat and retaliated with a simple slash.

Seeing Leon’s straightforward counterattack, Silver Shadow let out a contemptuous smile, trusting its astonishing speed, it dodged to the side without hesitation... exposing its waist right to the edge of the [Silver Dagger of Cutting].

What’s happening? How did he know I was going to dodge this way?

Because I heard it. Even without hearing your thoughts, knowing in advance that you were going to dodge right, a body full of "mirrors" like yours is just bound to be a sitting duck.

In the extreme astonishment of Silver Shadow’s gaze, Leon touched the pearly [Heart-stealing Stud] on his ear, then swung his silver dagger, slicing him into dozens of living mirror shards, casually tossing them around.

The immunity effect granted by [Materialism] was limited to those abnormal objects targeted at me. Silver Shadow’s type of self-enhancement doesn’t fall under this category. But with the director’s [Heart-stealing Stud], I can hear part of an attacker’s thoughts whenever faced with attacks.

Combined with the elusive attack angles of [Mirror Dog] and the all-cutting nature of [Silver Dagger of Cutting], facing these opponents whose Contamination Values average just twenty to thirty points is simply a standard practice for a massacre spree.

Uh, isn’t this a bit too fast?

Seeing Silver Shadow being cut into fragments within a two-second opening of the examination, scattered over a twenty-square-meter area, the advancing cleaners faltered, looking toward Leon in shock and uncertainty.

As senior Second-level Cleaners from the Aries Branch, many cleaners present were aware of Silver Shadow’s strength. Yet, this formidable fighter, ahead even among Seconds, didn’t even get to say a word before being slaughtered?

Indeed, the director didn’t lie to me after all...

While Leon’s swift kill shocked the cleaners into slowing their approach, a distant Abigail couldn’t help but take a deep breath, a glimmer of intrigue in her pale golden eyes.

If we are to discuss the hardest abnormal objects to deal with, the "Speedster" is surely among the top, ranking higher even than "Soul Curse" and "Undying Body."

Single combat-wise, due to its annoying super speed, Ashima, the "Slippery Silver" of the Aries Branch, is definitely much stronger than a regular Level 1 Cleaner. Even against her, I would have to slowly grind using area damage, definitely not achieving such an effortless victory.

Splendid! Only a strong opponent is worth competing against!

However, unlike Abigail, whose spirits were stirred, and fighting instinct ignited, the cleaners grew gradually calmer upon witnessing Leon’s display of combat skill in instantly killing the "Slippery Silver."

Though angered by Leon’s attitude, given the high mortality rate in the Clean-up Bureau, those who tend to lose their heads recklessly and go crazy don’t last three to five missions, certainly not eligible for promotion examinations.

We can’t act recklessly. Even if it’s four hundred against one, intelligence and tactics must still be observed!

Having determined that Leon was no simple "decorated pillow," cleaners with long-range attack capabilities paused, immediately drawing out their abnormal objects.

A rotten Stringless Bow, a cursed doll with a human face, a withered green fish with raised scales, a massive single eye on the chest and stomach, a piece of saint’s skin tattooed with a nude woman...

All kinds of abnormal objects, bizarre in both shape and effect, aimed at Leon, their tangible and intangible uncanny powers surging densely toward the center of the field.

There was even one cleaner, resembling a "little devil" with two horns on his forehead, who took out a large teapot from his bosom, opening the lid and yelling at Leon:

"Leon Laine! If I call your name, will you answer?"

Buddy, is your teapot a makeshift gourd?

Swinging a blade in exasperation, Leon cut down the teapot guy playing COS from over two hundred meters away. Eyes narrowed, and body glowing from being hit by over sixty abnormal objects, he struck back, one slash after another, following the sources of those abnormal objects.

The cleaners participating in the examination were not entirely without defensive abilities. However, facing [Silver Dagger of Cutting], which even the Three-Headed Canine Deity couldn’t endure, these defenses with insufficient standing really couldn’t even hold up for a moment.

In expressions filled with horror and desperation, around Leon, who didn’t move a step, people lay in disarray, limbs scattered all around as he stood, slashing through the air.

More bone-chilling, among the "exquisite" severed limbs, some, not precisely cut, retained complete vocal organs.

These "shattered corpses," lucky or unlucky, seemed in denial of their own deaths, writhing and groaning desperately on the ground, the scene resembling a vivid, hellish picture scroll.

Is this... Olivia’s Thirty-Two Guards?

Watching Leon stand there, not dodging any of the abnormal objects but taking them head-on, the Pisces director outside the dream realm couldn’t help but flash a doubtful look in his eyes, but soon shook his head, dismissing his guess.

Though Olivia can be quite outrageous, handing over the [Thirty-Two Guards] to a subordinate to "cheat" in the exam isn’t something she’d do... At least, not while she’s sober.

Moreover, the [Thirty-Two Guards] merely increases defenses against abnormal objects. It requires Olivia’s nearly seventy Leon Value to achieve almost direct immunity. Yet, Leon’s displayed abilities seem even more absurd than the [Thirty-Two Guards].

After staring at Leon, who began a "massacre" in the dream realm for a long while without understanding how he did it, the Pisces director, genuinely curious, couldn’t resist putting away the animal skin scroll. Taking out a pair of bifocals from his bosom, he squinted close to the chaotic dream realm, focusing intently.

This ability, it doesn’t feel like a defensive type abnormal object.

If it truly is an abnormal object, being battered repeatedly by several hundred anomalous objects would consume enough to drain a True God dry. So it must be some kind of time-limited special state, maintainable as long as it doesn’t surpass thresholds or limits?

But if it were such a special state, generally it involves "rules," nearly impossible for individuals below a True God to master, and the specified rules are quite targeted, so how could they possibly block several hundred different abnormal objects simultaneously? This text is hosted at novel✶fire.net

Hiss... this really is... peculiar, so peculiar, Leon Laine... he’s full of secrets!

"Yes, indeed, interesting."

Reflexively responding, being entirely absorbed by Leon, the Pisces director suddenly realized something was off, and without even turning, his body dispersed into a myriad of resplendent glowing bubbles.

Unfortunately, although the Pisces director realized it, he was ultimately still half a step too slow. A short blade similar in design to the [Silver Dagger of Cutting], yet colored of rich gold, lunged forward like a venomous snake, slicing through myriad beautiful dream realms in an instant and cruelly penetrating a gray, decayed old heart.