Chapter 422: The Death of the Duke

On the other side, Mekefa had already leaped into the crowd, his reactions and strength far from human. Casually grabbing a guest and hurling them toward Wilson's guard was like firing a cannonball. Wherever they landed, blood and flesh sprayed, and even steam-powered warriors clad in heavy armor would topple backward!

Ordinary musket bullets couldn't seriously harm Mekefa—although his body was covered in minor wounds, none could stop his movement. Only when the steam warriors fired their small-caliber hand cannons did he momentarily avoid them.

"Is the Blooming Excalibur really that powerful?" Dane frowned.

"No... He was indeed one of the best in the Royal Guards, but this strength is definitely beyond what a Grandmaster Level Warrior could possess," Farrelan shook his head. "If the other guards were at that level, the Longjiu Army wouldn't stand a chance in taking the Royal Capital! Perhaps he has reached the Legendary Level... or even higher, just as he claimed..."