Prepare for My Lion's Fangs!

Bai Xiaodu stepped forward and picked it up without hesitation.

The skill transformed into a streak of light and quickly merged into his body.

In an instant, the complete instructions on how to use the skill appeared in Bai Xiaodu's mind.

This was good stuff.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped into Bai Xiaodu's head.

Originally, he had planned to have the driver ram the truck through their formation to scatter them, using it as cover while he slowly picked them off. Now, it seemed he could be a bit more flexible.

After a quick test run, he used the slight speed boost provided by the skill to quickly reposition himself.

Faint murmurs of conversation and disorganized footsteps drifted over on the wind.

He holstered his handgun and opened his backpack. Inside were small plastic packets, each packed with a mixture of razor blades, iron nails, knockout powder, and lime powder.

The concept was inspired by Claymore mines.

Now, it was time to wait.

He casually pulled out a packet and weighed it in his hand, a smile slowly creeping onto his face.

Everything was going exactly as anticipated.

He had deliberately chosen eleven o'clock at night. The residential estate's lights had already been turned off, and streetlights were only installed along the internal pathways.

Because of this, neither side had any line of sight on the other.

The reason these people hadn't fired first yet was because they were afraid of exposing their positions and getting wiped out by a single spell.

With their carefully planned ambush ruined, they had no choice but to push forward cautiously, step by step.

Paying for their mistake with their lives.

But they had forgotten one thing.

This was Bai Xiaodu's home turf. He had lived in this estate for several years.

Bai Xiaodu knew the layout of the outer walls perfectly. Right now, he was hiding behind a decorative corner of the main northwestern wall.

The footsteps were growing clearer.

Along with them came the sound of ragged, deliberately suppressed breathing born of tension.

Bai Xiaodu waited no longer.

He shook the two packets held in his left hand and tossed them out.

As if playing badminton, his other hand was already poised and ready.

【Heart of Iron】 activated!

The spell rune, which would normally require a brief moment of construction, formed instantly. A flash of bluish-white light flared and vanished.

The plastic packets, which could barely contain their heavy contents to begin with, ruptured instantly. The debris was swept away by a powerful gust of wind.

Shrieks pierced the night sky as countless razor blades, enveloped in highly irritating powder, swept through the air like the swing of the Grim Reaper's scythe, carrying a lethal promise.

The dull thuds of sharp objects sinking into flesh rang out. Tender muscle tissue was mercilessly sliced open by metal, which then slammed heavily into bone with residual force.

Then came the screams.

Heart-wrenching cries and weeping rose and fell in succession.

To be fair, Bai Xiaodu's improvised weapons didn't pack the raw power of bullets. However, the agonizing, non-fatal injuries, the wails and screams, and the sight of men driven mad by pain—such as one whose face had been half-shorn off, clutching his teammate in a desperate, frenzied plea for help—were far more terrifying than actual corpses.

A furious voice roared out loudly.

“Don't retreat! If you want to live, aim and shoot! If you dare turn your backs on him, do you want to get hit by another one of those things?”

Bai Xiaodu raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

Their leader actually possessed some tactical sense. No wonder he hadn't just rushed in like previous troublemakers and had instead brought a large crowd to patiently lie in ambush.

If Director-General Shen hadn't warned him, he would have ended up dead or crippled today.

The roar was highly effective.

The impending rout was forcefully halted. Of course, it was also possible that they had enforcers in the rear keeping them in line.

Bai Xiaodu chuckled.

A street brawl had escalated into a small-scale war.

Repeating the trick, Bai Xiaodu tossed out several more packets of the mixture and launched them using Gust.

The screams and slicing sounds echoed once more, though they were much quieter than before.

With their numbers dwindling, they had learned to scatter their positions.

This was especially true for the last packet he threw; although it successfully claimed some victims, a bullet struck the wall right in front of Bai Xiaodu, dragging out a shower of sparks.

Now things were getting troublesome.

These people were drawing closer and closer to Bai Xiaodu's actual position.

His fox ears twitched slightly as he pinpointed their locations by sound. At this moment, his demihuman anatomy proved extremely useful.

All that time spent washing his extra ears and tail on a daily basis hadn't gone to waste.

The footsteps had split into two main directions: one group was coming along the wall, while the other was circling around the green belt further away.

They were trying to encircle him.

If they were all armed with guns, Bai Xiaodu really wasn't confident he could kill them all at once.

Furthermore, Freezing Ray emitted a very bright light, which would instantly give away his position.

The one daring to command this encirclement was, at the very least, a transcendent of his own level.

Exposing his position would mean letting the enemy get the first strike.

Although classes like Warrior were often mocked with endless "warrior trash" jokes, there was no denying that while a Warlock's spellcasting always had a wind-up time, a Warrior's physical movements were instantaneous.

With split-second timing on the battlefield, Bai Xiaodu pulled out his phone, wound back his arm, and threw it as smoothly as possible to prevent it from breaking.

At the same time, Bai Xiaodu chose not to immediately run and reposition.

Instead, he activated 【Gust】 and quickly scaled the outer wall of the estate.

The spikes on the wall pricked his hands slightly, but it was no big deal.

Crouching low, Bai Xiaodu waited like a patient old hunter for a worthy prey to walk into his trap.

Not far away, the phone screen lit up, and a voice rang out incredibly loud in the dark night:

“We need to talk.”

Before the sentence could even finish, tongues of fire flared brightly in the darkness, rapidly spitting lead.

Bullets rained down into the green belt, followed quickly by the sound of shattering glass.

“Where is he?!”

“Don't hesitate, charge together!”

Bai Xiaodu instantly confirmed that this commanding voice had the exact same tone as the furious roar from earlier.

There was no time to mourn the Cpple 37 Pro Max that the big sister he met at the lounge had just bought him.

Next to enter the fray was Freezing Ray!

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Xiaodu stood up, extending his hand with fingers splayed wide.

This time, there was no powder or plastic packets to mask his actions. Moreover, because he was positioned high up and the enemies had drawn close, the moment the Freezing Ray spell rune finished forming, the concentrated frost energy shone with intense brightness, radiating outward like a brilliant firework in the night sky.

The light glinted off his silver fur, making him incredibly conspicuous—practically a blindingly bright, living target.

Seeing this, even the densest person would realize they had been tricked by a diversion.

The West Sector boss, Xitus, snapped his head up.

Though furious at being played, he was glad for his opponent's arrogance.

The distance between them had shrunk significantly. He could easily use a martial art to close in on Bai Xiaodu, even if it meant taking heavy damage.

No matter how talented of a Warlock the opponent was, Xitus was confident he could slay him the instant they clashed.

Seeing his lackeys slaughtered in heaps, his face twisted in rage, and his heart bled.

The East, West, South, and North Sectors each had their own bosses, but whether a boss could actually secure and profit from their territory depended entirely on the collective efforts of their lackeys.

In this battle, over half of his men had died. Such a massive commotion not only instantly relegated his sector to the weakest of the four, but with so many casualties and firearms involved, this incident would almost certainly draw the furious wrath of the police.

Even if he survived, he would be ruined.

“Damned bastard...”

Realizing his current plight was entirely because of that "beacon" in the sky, Xitus clenched his fists. His muscles tensed as power surged like a rising tide, evaporating his sweat into wisps of white steam.

This was his martial art.

He was going to channel all his rage from this disaster and smash it right into that "beacon's" head, preferably blasting his brains out in a single blow.

As he pictured the scene, his expression grew increasingly savage.

The "beacon" began to chant an incantation. Xitus was well-prepared, planning to sidestep slightly to dodge before delivering a counter-punch.

But something seemed to have gone wrong.

Xitus frowned, wondering if his opponent had lost his mind.

What kind of incantation was:

“Prepare for my Lion's Fangs!”