Third Level Combat! (I)

Lucifer's legs once again expanded as it exploded with force. He rushed towards the man without any regard for the man's blade that was pointed towards his ribs. His legs lashed out, like a massive baseball bat, Whipping through the air with a loud crackling sound.

"BAM!"

Lucifer felt deep pain in his legs as his internal organs shook slightly when he landed back to the ground, staring at his opponent. The strength, reaction speed and agility of his opponent exceeded his expectation. He was able to counter every attack with an attack which was why Lucifer didn't dare use his hands but attack using his legs instead.

With the [Light Feet] Ability Lucifer was even more familiar with his feet than his hands. Therefore it was easier for him to attack with it since he has more strength in his legs.

Earlier, both of them had struck at maximum power; both of them had experienced the true extent of each other's combat power.

They were both at the third level in combat origin and were evenly matched. Lucifer was hardly able to kill the man, just as the Brian was unable to break apart Lucifer's hard body defense. On top of that, his bones also possessed extraordinarily high resistance, making able to resist their intense clash.

All around Lucifer, dust rose as the muscles from his inflated legs vibrated rapidly making the ground him.

In similar fashion, the man's body muscles were spamming. Black veins faint black substance flowed all over his body—the power of the third level , which formed a perfect defense against the /any negative effect.

"I've never seen a kid like you…" the man stared at Lucifer somberly. Behind him back, hidden from Lucifer's view, half his palm had been destroyed, hanging limply.

"Now you have," Lucifer replied calmly.

"This debt… will be paid…" Whispering those words, Brian turned around and left.

Lucifer watched as his opponent disappeared in the dust, his face impassive.

It was his first time battling a true level-3 and he had won only by a hair's breadth. His opponent's quick attack burst was shocking but Lucifervs agility was no joke either.

During that last clash, Lucifer had extracted strength from his entire body and placed all of his strength and momentum into that attack. It could be said that that was his greatest attack so far.

He absolutely certain that he had penetrated his defenses and had thoroughly wrecked his body with that strength

But it was a pity that he was unable to completely destroy his hand attempt. The strength of a level-3 certainly is no joke.

Lucifer didn't dare to stay here for long, after grabbing the modified sniper rifle from Rein's corpse, an alloy blades and a few stack bullets along with Meta on them.

Lucifer immediately left. Hw might have escaped from the last person but if that young man were to join the battle, he should even bother to leave any more.

Thoroughly exhausted, his speed has reduced drastically. And the items on him also slowed him down. An idea then popped up in his head and immediately, a drop of Milky-Ice water entered his mouth an Icy chill flowed around his body, all the way into his stomach and, from there, it spread all over his body and into his muscles, blood, and even bones.One One wave after another, all he could feel was the coldness.

His previously spent energy resuscitated. It really worked! Lucifer's legs expanded rapidly with veins ripping through his skin, using all the strength he could muster, he disappeared into the wasteland.

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About fifteen minutes later, the chill finally wore off and Lucifer could feel an endless stream of energy coming out from inside of his body continuously. The energy invigorated him and he felt like he could still run a marathon and not get tired.

"RUMBLE!!!"

A loud eruption echoed from behind him, taking his attention. Lucifer slowed down and glanced backwards. Clouds of dust rose up in the distance.

The Hundred-snake hills had finally collapsed. Lucifer didn't have a trace of emotion on his face. Not for the level-3 beast flesh he had missed or for the people he had killed. He resumed fleeing. It wasn't until he had ran for another hour did he find a place to collapse in. He had exerted every single ounce of energy in his body. At last, he could finally rest.

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At the other side of the hill, Ryan, the leader of the men with the eagle insignia in their clothes sat on a jagged boulder with a rather annoyed look on his face.

His neatly-gelled hair now looked scattered like a hornet's nest. His tattered clothes was now in contrast to the previously smoothly-pressed shirt. The holes in his clothes also revealed numerous bruise marks all over his body.

"She really had the intention to kill." Ryan couldn't help but mull over it. It was as though she wasn't afraid of his organization at all nor hold any respect for his father-the leader of their organizationo.

While her strength was still at the third level, she was reaching the transcendent level, they were ultimately both at the third stage of evolution, but at numerous origin. They each possess their own powerful abilities.

Humans were born with gifts, and each person was born with different gifts. It was impossible for one to use endless resources like genetic strengthening medicines and formulated abilities to ceaselessly advance their capabilities. What ability origin each person could develop abilities in, and the highest level one's ability could reach were mostly things decided at birth. The current biochemistry science and technology could artificially create some space, allowing one to gain a few extra evolution points. However, it was extremely limited, because the higher the level of an ability, the more one would be restricted by their own innate potential. If one crossed this limit and tried to promote their own ability, the outcome would inevitably result in the complete collapse of one's genome.