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As he gradually approached the figure standing ahead, known as Number One, the Bandit Leader suddenly drew a sharp dagger from the inside of his boot with lightning speed just as they were mere inches apart. He sprang to his feet and lunged forward like a hungry tiger, aiming for Number One's chest.
The attack was so sudden and the distance so close that Number One had no time to effectively dodge. A dull thud echoed as the dagger plunged deep into his chest, blood gushing forth in an instant. The bright red liquid flowed down the blade, staining the ground beneath them.
After landing the blow, the Bandit Leader quickly shed his earlier pitiful and terrified demeanor, replacing it with a fierce and savage expression. His eyes glinted with a chilling light, resembling a wolf that had finally broken free from its restraints.
"Dear Noble Lord, if your warrior can be saved now, I haven't poisoned him. I wonder if your words still hold any weight," he taunted.
To be honest, John Ke was startled by the suddenness of the attack; he hadn't expected such a turn of events. However, he looked at the Bandit Leader with pity. "No poison? That's unfortunate; you might not get another chance."
Number One did not fall despite the injury. With his left hand, he yanked out the dagger and tossed it aside. His body began to swell, and he let out a chilling roar.
The werewolf known as Number One emerged.
"Show me your strength," he commanded.
With a long knife in hand, his fangs gleaming coldly, Number One's gaze was icy and filled with murderous intent.
"Impossible! What are you?" The Bandit Leader was taken aback by Number One's transformation. He couldn't comprehend what kind of creature this was that could change form. Most astonishingly, the deep wound caused by the dagger was rapidly healing; within just a few breaths, there was no longer any blood seeping from it.
In a panic, he grabbed the longsword that had fallen to the ground and managed to block Number One's descending blade with a desperate strike. The two engaged in a fierce exchange of blows, clashing dozens of times amidst loud clangs and crashes.
John watched their battle with keen interest while assessing Number One's strength. The enhancement from this potion was impressive; although it drained energy and could only be taken once in a lifetime, the power gained was substantial. In terms of strength within the same realm, Number One could be considered average at best.
Moreover, his astonishing self-healing ability made him quite formidable among those at the Half-Step Transcendent level. Unless someone could deliver a fatal blow, it would turn into a war of attrition where both sides would suffer injuries—at that point, neither could easily claim victory over Number One.
"Enough playing around; it's time to end this fight," John remarked with mild annoyance. He had grown weary of their back-and-forth exchanges.
Upon receiving his command, Number One did not evade the Bandit Leader's thrusting iron sword; instead, he allowed it to pierce through his shoulder. Using his own bone to trap the opponent's weapon, he swung his long knife downwards, silver light flashing as it severed the Bandit Leader's arm.
Looking down at the Bandit Leader who clutched his severed limb in agony, Number One stepped onto his chest and gripped the knife hilt tightly before plunging it downward with force, twisting it before pulling it out.
The screams ceased, and blood splattered onto Number One. The master had taken care of it.
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