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Janson’s Blessing gave him not only the irritated personality, but also a sharp instinct. The moment he sensed the danger, Janson turned his wrist and fiercely flipped the leather whip backwards.

Lucien was prepared and he was also faster than Janson. Tapping the ground with one foot, Lucien quickly changed the direction of his movement and, at the same time, he easily cut off the leather whip with the dagger in his hand.

Without any hesitation, Janson threw the whip away and grabbed his triple-headed flail from the table. The big chunks of muscle under his leather armor almost burst out and his eyes became red, like those of a furious bull.

Facing Janson’s huge weapon, Lucien suddenly stopped and dropped a handful of fine powder on the ground.

A deafening thunder burst out.

The loud thunder almost knocked Janson unconscious for a second, not to mention his four squires. When they were about to pick up their weapons, they were attacked by the strong sound waves and then fell on the ground.

Uncle Joel and Alisa also passed out.

Homan’s Oscillation, a spell of apprentice level which utilized high-decibel sound waves as the weapon. Being used properly, a low level spell could also be quite effective.

Facing the great thunder, Lucien himself also felt a bit sick. By the time when he was able to take a firm stand again, Janson had also recovered and started to wield his huge flail.

That was a triple-headed flail, looking rather heavy, and the three heads were also different: one was covered with lightning, one with fire and the last one with a green and sticky slime.

The big chunks of muscle in Janson’s arms were like rocks, and the whole dungeon was slightly trembling from his angry howling. He wielded his flail in a crazy manner, and it seemed like the word "defense" never existed in his dictionary.

Lucien was a bit surprised. After all, most knights, no matter if they were from the Church or the dark knights, were well trained with different fighting skills, however, Janson was not one of them. Probably it was because his physical strength was so overwhelming that there was no need for him to carry out the strategies in his mind.

The idea of a direct head-on resistance was obviously too stupid, and Lucien was way smarter than that. Employing delaying tactics together with his Moonlight Blessing, Lucien kept moving around swiftly in the dungeon to avoid the three huge iron balls of the flail, waiting for the dark knight to get tired.

However, Lucien soon noticed that something was not right: It seemed that the one who would be exhausted first was himself. The buzzing lightning on one of the iron balls was somehow slowly paralyzing his body, even if the flail never actually hit Lucien.

Lucien could not waste time anymore. He took a few large steps back, to gain some distance from Janson who was fighting like a furious beast, and within few seconds Janson was once again in front of Lucien, wielding his terrifying black flail with great momentum.

Throwing another handful of shining power to the ground, Lucien activated the spell without casting. Although that would cost him more spiritual power, it was definitely worth it.

A dazzling light ball suddenly appeared in the dungeon, and it instantly lit up the whole place like the midday sun.

Janson subconsciously closed his eyes to protect them from the bright light and his movement paused for a second. That second was more than enough for Lucien.

Curling his body a bit, Lucien shot himself out toward Janson, as fast as an arrow. The dagger was shining with a cool radiance in his hand.

Janson quickly turned his wrist inwards to attack Lucien with his flail, but it was too late. Although the three iron balls were still chasing Lucien’s back, he was already very close to Janson!

However, Lucien’s silver dagger almost cracked when he stabbed Janson in the chest. Because of his Furious Savage Blessing, Janson’s chest muscles were like big pieces of rock, which were also covered by his fine leather armor.

Janson’s relentless attack was supported by his great defensive capability!

The flail was just a few centimeters away from Lucien’s back.

Janson looked at Lucien with a cruel smile on his face, but surprisingly, this skinny little bastard smiled back at him.

The dark knight immediately realized the great danger. Fiercely leaning back his body, Janson tried to avoid the second round attack.

Palmeira’s Frost Blades. Three sharp ice blades targeted Janson’s throat, heart and waist.

Since they were too close to each other, by the time Janson started to tilt backward, the blades had already arrived.

While the one targeting his heart was stopped by the tough muscle in his left chest, the other two blades cut his throat and his abdomen wide open. His blood spurted out but froze instantly.

At the same time, Lucien quickly covered his body with a layer of moonlight to take the attack of the flail. While the flame and acid were blocked by Lucien’s Moonlight Armor, the lightning went directly through and struck him.

Janson and Lucien fell onto the ground at the same time. Lucien was paralyzed by the lightning and he felt both pain and itch in his body.

Bang! The flail fell to the ground from Janson’s hand as well.

Rough and muffled groans came from Janson’s throat. Lucien could see that the fresh blood was still running out of the big man’s body.

A few seconds later, the groans stopped. Jason’s eyes were still wide open, filled with anger and astonishment.

Lucien stood up with great effort and finally stabilized his legs. Slowly, he approached Janson’s body and broke the savage’s neck, just in case.

Luckily, his tactics worked. By hiding his Blessing and the magic item Ice Revenger, Lucien pretended he was nothing other than an ordinary sorcerer apprentice. If Janson had not underestimated his enemy, Lucien would be in big trouble.

Then, without any hesitation, Lucien came to the squires who were trying to stand up from the ground with dizziness and decisively wrenched their necks.

He purposefully saved Tim for last.

"I beg... I beg your mercy... Please!" cried Tim, crawling on the ground.

"Mercy?" Lucien sneered, "When the innocent people were begging, where was your mercy?"

A pair of cold hands reached Tim’s throat, and the fingers slowly tightened. Finally, there was a crack in Tim’s neck.

Now Lucien held no more fear and hesitation toward killing, since in this world, people like him had to either kill or be killed.

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Picking up the heavy flail, Lucien started to attack the five bodies to destroy the evidence.