Chapter 1945

Covered in blood, Azrael pounced at Javier once again. His people! His beloved! He had to avenge them—even if it meant that he'd end up dead. He wouldn't be able to face them in the afterlife if he didn't. "I can see why they call you Buck—your brute strength is impressive. However, do you really think that's all it'll take to get past my defenses?" When Azrael charged at him, Javier didn't move a muscle. His hands remained tucked behind his back. He had a mocking smile plastered across his face. Azrael's knife shattered as it came in contact with Javier's chest. The sharp blade didn't even leave a scratch on his skin. "You!" Azrael exclaimed in shock. He might not have possessed a core or any inner energy, but his physical strength rivaled those at the Spiritual Level. Even if he was a lot weaker than Javier, there was no way he couldn't even cut through his skin. How strong was that bastard? "Do you know how powerful ancient martial arts is now? Do you realize how wea