Chapter 2487: Chapter 2487: Fallen Into the Trap

"Everyone... all you experts, I’m just a Grandmaster, usually just a trainer for young Martial Artists, without any sect, without any grudges, and certainly no disrespect to God..."

The middle-aged Martial Artist was scared out of his wits.

He had just had a drink and was ready to hit the road.

Who would’ve thought he’d be knocked out as soon as he left, and brought here?

Even if he were a fool, he could tell that these people’s appearance and outfits were just like those who died in the tavern?

It’s over, they’ve got the wrong person for revenge.

How did I get this unlucky?

Was it just for having a drink with those two people?

"Don’t worry, we’re believers in God, how could we just kill someone for no reason?" Leva smiled, helped him up, invited him to sit by a chair, and poured him a drink. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Have a drink to calm your nerves."

He was very friendly, gradually stabilizing the middle-aged Martial Artist’s emotions.

It seemed these Western church apostles weren’t as fierce as they appeared.

Or rather, the one in front of him was very friendly.

At least he was willing to communicate, giving him enough respect.

"I’m not someone who doesn’t know what’s good for them. If there’s anything you want to know, just ask me."

The middle-aged Martial Artist took a sip of wine, calming his nerves, with an awkward smile on his face.

He was too nervous.

Recently, there’s been nothing good about being connected to Western Martial Artists and the church.

"In the tavern where you were earlier today, weren’t there four people like us who were killed?"

Leva smiled and signaled to the middle-aged man not to worry.

"Every grievance has a source, every debt its debtor. You have nothing to do with them, so we won’t do anything to you."

Hearing this, the middle-aged Martial Artist’s heart was entirely at ease.

"At the time, I just heard some noise, then people like you stepped out and beat up the talker, and then one person reached out and grabbed like this!"

The middle-aged Martial Artist reached out, gesturing towards the person next to Leva.

"Just a grab like this!"

Thud!

The Martial Artist fell on cue.

"Just fell down like that."

The middle-aged Martial Artist looked distressed: "Then, two more people came, just as they were about to act, that guy just grabbed like this again!"

"Another grab!"

With two more thuds, two more people fell to the ground.

"The last one was tough, not grabbed to death, but chopped to death by a blind man!"

After saying this, he pleaded, "Can you let me go?"

"That’s it, you’re sure you’re not lying?" Leva rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

A single grab and people died?

And it really was just like the informant said, only two people?

Isn’t that nonsense?

How strong must they be?

"Did you hear them mention their names?" Leva asked again.

"They only said they’re Silvio Reed’s people, that’s all I know. Brother, let me go? I’m scared here?"

The middle-aged Martial Artist’s legs kept shaking.

"Haha, why leave when I can send you to meet God." Leva finished, his eyes suddenly turning cold!

All these Eastern Martial Artists deserve to die!

He raised his hand and smashed it down hard!

Just as he acted, the middle-aged Martial Artist’s expression changed suddenly.

The previous fear was gone, replaced by ridicule.

Bang!

The middle-aged Martial Artist lifted his hand and clashed with Leva!

"You’re in disguise!"

Leva’s heart sank, retreating two steps, shouting, "Get him!"

He never thought the opponent would infiltrate here.

Blended right in!

"Why are you three pretending to be dead? Get up! What time do you think it is!"

Leva looked at the three Martial Artists lying on the ground.

At first, he thought these three companions were just cooperating with the middle-aged Martial Artist to reenact the scene.

But now...

"Get up!"

Leva felt a bad premonition.

"People are dead, how do you expect them to get up?" Nine Nether True Monarch placed his hand behind his ear, slowly removed his mask, and smiled, "So, here we are in front of you, bring it on?"

"Didn’t expect the church to send so many people at once." Julius Reed also removed his cloak, tearing off the disguise as a church apostle mask.

"Sorry, I killed your people."

He was very polite, while also expressing his sorrow.

The tavern was crowded and full of chatter; the news would definitely spread out.

After Nine Nether True Monarch took care of the informer, Julius Reed knew someone would come to verify the news again.

Sure enough, a Western Martial Artist appeared stealthily.

Julius Reed captured him, tortured him for information, and quickly contacted Gabriel Abernathy, who was nearby, to make two crude masks, which were air-dropped by plane.

Inside and out, it took quite some time.

It was fortunate that Leva had an inexplicable confidence in his subordinates and didn’t suspect a thing.

This allowed Nine Nether True Monarch to kill three people as soon as he acted.

"Just you two?" Leva warily eyed Julius Reed and Nine Nether True Monarch, not realizing how shocked he was.

Two young men, could they really be this domineering?

But now the opponent had shown incredible strength, and if he didn’t do something, he’d likely end up like Kaiser, with a total defeat!

"I’ll take on this... blind man, you guys handle the other one carefully!" Kaiser recalled the earlier words, clearly the blind Swordsman was formidable.

But since this was said by the opponent, he immediately corrected himself: "I’ll handle this person, you kill the blind man!"

After speaking, he flicked his cloak, and a surge of True Qi blasted towards Nine Nether True Monarch!

In an instant, the air started to heat up!

It reached over fifty degrees!

The warm heatwave came rushing in, and Nine Nether True Monarch stepped back, grabbing a table beside him and throwing it with force!

Boom!

The True Qi effortlessly pierced through the table, like a knife through cake!

"Quickly, I’m feeling a bit outmatched." Nine Nether True Monarch shouted helplessly.

After repeatedly using Telekinesis, his body was exhausted, and now facing a formidable and relentless Leva, naturally, he couldn’t hold on.

Julius Reed, amidst fighting those apostles, turned and struck with a sword!

Boom!

Leva’s True Qi was shattered!

At the same time, Julius Reed’s figure vanished.

When he reappeared, he slashed forward with his Yin-Yang Sword!

Thud!

Two apostles fell into a pool of blood.

The rest showed fear on their faces, with no desire to fight left.

Two monstrous beings!

"Leva, we can’t beat him!" finally, the once confident and arrogant church apostles felt fear.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Leva abandoned Nine Nether True Monarch, drawing a dagger from his waist, lunging towards Julius Reed!

"Bind!" he shouted, and an Array immediately appeared around!

Buzz!

Julius Reed was trapped within.

The church people not only cultivated power but were also well-versed in Formations.

"Attack! Kill him!"

Seizing the chance as Julius Reed was trapped, Leva drove the dagger towards his chest!

Thud!

The dagger broke through the Formation, stabbing into the heart!

"Is it over?" Leva was somewhat surprised that the Swordsman just died like that?

Wasn’t that too easy?

He found it hard to believe.

But soon, he realized he was right.

The figure in front of him suddenly vanished; it was an illusion!

A Longsword slashed out from behind Leva!

His arm, covered in blood, fell to the ground!