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Chapter 463: Friendly Neighbourhood Lieutenant · Oct 09, 2026

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451 Chapter 451: Orders 2026-10-09
452 Chapter 452: Preparation 2026-10-09
453 Chapter 453: It begins 2026-10-09
454 Chapter 454: All a game 2026-10-09
455 Chapter 455: Aetherlock 2026-10-09
456 Chapter 456: A ring 2026-10-09
457 Chapter 457: Azrakar 2026-10-09
458 Chapter 458: Clap 2026-10-09
459 Chapter 459: Checkmate 2026-10-09
460 Chapter 460 460: Sky 2026-10-09
461 Chapter 461 461: Fusion 2026-10-09
462 Chapter 462: Bigger targets 2026-10-09
463 Chapter 463: Friendly Neighbourhood Lieutenant 2026-10-09
464 Chapter 464: Embraces All 2026-10-09
465 Chapter 465: Talisman [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
466 Chapter 466: Death Incarnate 2026-10-09
467 Chapter 467: The Chakram Of End 2026-10-09
468 Chapter 468: The Triarchs Of Reality 2026-10-09
469 Chapter 469: Injuries 2026-10-09
470 Chapter 470 470: Zeroframe Shift 2026-10-09
471 Chapter 471 471: Abyss Drift 2026-10-09
472 Chapter 472: Genetic Manipulation 2026-10-09
473 Chapter 473: Kaelrix 2026-10-09
474 Chapter 474: Therionis 2026-10-09
475 Chapter 475: Zauren 2026-10-09
476 Chapter 476: Avatar 2026-10-09
477 Chapter 477: Drama 2026-10-09
478 Chapter 478: Racial Competition-1 2026-10-09
479 Chapter 479: Racial Competition-2 2026-10-09
480 Chapter 480: Too late 2026-10-09
481 Chapter 481: A voice 2026-10-09
482 Chapter 482: The voice 2026-10-09
483 Chapter 483: In Fate 2026-10-09
484 Chapter 484 484: What a drag 2026-10-09
485 Chapter 485 485: Logistic Department 2026-10-09
486 Chapter 486 486: Mad Scientist 2026-10-09
487 Chapter 487 487: Mad scientist-2 2026-10-09
488 Chapter 488: Last Stand 2026-10-09
489 Chapter 489: Extracurricular activity 2026-10-09
490 Chapter 490: Shortcut 2026-10-09
491 Chapter 491: Taking Credit 2026-10-09
492 Chapter 492: Intent Barrier 2026-10-09
493 Chapter 493: New Warlords 2026-10-09
494 Chapter 494: The Supremes 2026-10-09
495 Chapter 495: Familiar Presences 2026-10-09
496 Chapter 496: Next Saintess? 2026-10-10
497 Chapter 497: Goal 2026-10-10
498 Chapter 498: But? 2026-10-10
499 Chapter 499: A Soul 2026-10-10
500 Chapter 500: Blue. Black. Red. 2026-10-10

Chapter 463: Friendly Neighbourhood Lieutenant

The Hyperion demon narrowed his gaze at the new insect who had dared to intercept his attack.

His eyes settled on the figure standing with unnerving ease, one finger effortlessly pressed against the blade of his sword.

A human.

”And who might you be, human?”

He asked, his voice low and laced with a chilling undertone, eyes glinting with lethal intent.

The rest of the group struggled to even perceive his casual strikes, let alone withstand them, yet this human had stopped one with ease.

As for Seraphim, the only reason she had survived his onslaught was because he had held back. He had no intention of inflicting lethal damage, not yet.

After all, what pleasure was there in playing with a body already on the verge of collapse?

”Oh, me?”

Anthony said with a relaxed smile.

”I figured youʼd know, given how popular Iʼve become among your kind”

By now, the demons had gathered military-grade intelligence on him, his cultivation rank, abilities, and techniques.

A nineteen year old at the Ecliptic rank.

They couldnʼt afford to let him live long enough to finish attempting the impossible he was already attempting.

And the fact that he was the descendant of three Supreme Monarchs?

That was just an added incentive.

Anthony continued to speak, seemingly untouched by the carnage unfolding around him.

”Well, since youʼre unfamiliar, allow me to introduce myself”

He said, still smiling.

”Iʼm your friendly neighborhood Lieutenant, Null Anthony”

At his words, the very air seemed to pause.

Then, it thickened, growing heavy, suffocating, as if reality itself had inhaled and refused to exhale.

In that instant, Dale vanished from where he stood. The moment Anthony arrived, he knew instinctively: it was wiser to distance himself.

He reappeared beside Reynold, who lay crumpled on the ground, blood pouring from his wounds.

The mana potion they had was nowhere near enough, Reynoldʼs hands remained mangled, far beyond the reach of simple restoration.

The moment the Hyperion processed Anthonyʼs words, he launched into motion.

There were no words. No hesitation.

Only intent, and a lethal one at that.

His sword vanished from sight as his body surged forward, a foot leaving the ground in a burst of power.

The air itself buckled and imploded around him, distorting violently as his foot blurred toward Anthonyʼs temple, like a sledgehammer of pure force aimed to end it all in a single, decisive strike.

Anthonyʼs expression didnʼt waver, his calm demeanor untouched, but his response was instantaneous.

His arm snapped forward toward the incoming kick with an almost insulting precision, his movement fluid, effortless, graceful, even.

Then came the collision.

With a world-shaking blast, the Hyperionʼs foot slammed into Anthonyʼs forearm.

The wind erupted violently from the impact, howling outward in a storm of pressure, but the ground beneath Anthonyʼs feet remained untouched.

Not a crack. Not a tremor.

He had absorbed the full force of the attack as if it were nothing more than a passing breeze.

”Hm. An Ecliptic rank stopping a blow from a Hyperion?”

The demon mused, eyes narrowing as he watched Anthony absorb the impact without flinching.

”Youʼre certainly not ordinary, then again, your entire existence defies normality”

A twisted smile crept across his face.

”Killing you will be a delight. Iʼll take my time, then present your head to one of the Demon Monarchs myself”

But Anthony didnʼt respond.

He simply moved.

In a fluid motion, the same forearm that had blocked the kick snapped upward, clamping around the Hyperionʼs ankle with unbreakable force.

Without pause, Anthony yanked the demon forward, and in that same breath, his fist surged ahead, a blur of merciless power, rocketing straight toward the demonʼs skull.

But the Hyperion was no novice, he was a battle-hardened demon with millennia of experience etched into every movement.

Even off-balance, his instincts were razor-sharp. His hand moved with uncanny precision, deflecting Anthonyʼs punch aside as if redirecting a breeze.

In the same instant, his elbow fired back like a missile, aimed straight for Anthonyʼs chest.

Sensing the strike, Anthony released his grip on the demonʼs leg and disengaged, his body flowing backward in a controlled retreat.

Both fighters landed silently a few meters apart, their eyes locked, measuring, calculating.

The air between them pulsed with tension, as if the very space waited for the next clash.

The Hyperionʼs gaze hardened, sharp and unfaltering, after all, this was a mission entrusted by beings of far greater power.

Anthonyʼs eyes, in contrast, danced with a hint of amusement.

”It appears Iʼll have to kill a lot of your kind after I kill you since you people already have a bounty on my head. Itʼs only fair”

He said, a wry smile curling at his lips.

Then, as if commanded by fate itself, both combatants vanished in an instant.

When they reappeared, their fists collided with brutal force.

Shockwaves erupted from the impact, obliterating any weaker demons caught in the blast.

Anthony and the Hyperion moved with astonishing speed, mere blurs of motion, relying solely on raw physical power and relentless momentum.

Every muscle, every limb became a weapon in motion, each strike designed to cripple, to end the battle before death sealed its inevitable outcome.

Their bodies crossed kilometers in mere instants, a dance teetering on the edge of madness itself.

Anthonyʼs elbow descended like the grave verdict of a judge, crashing down upon the Hyperionʼs temple.

With a sickening bam, the strike landed, parting the wind as the demon was sent hurtling sideways.

A trickle of blood stained the corner of his lips, but he remained unfazed. Mid flight, his body twisted effortlessly, coming to a sudden halt as he floated suspended in the air.

But Anthony was already there, his legs blazing forward like a comet, aimed straight for the demonʼs stomach.

But the demon did not flinch.

A Hyperion retreating before the strike of an Ecliptic ranker? Unthinkable.

His fists clenched tightly as raw power surged through his muscles, igniting like a charging engine.

Then, with fierce expression, he thrust his punch forward, colliding head-on with Anthonyʼs incoming kick.

The impact was cataclysmic.

The earth beneath them shattered instantly, jagged cracks spiderwebbing outward under the immense force.

Dust storms erupted, and rocks and pebbles blasted away like mere fragments.

But it wasnʼt just debris sent flying, the demonʼs body was hurled backward through the dust, his fist failing to halt the relentless assault.

With a thunderous boom, the demonʼs body crashed repeatedly into the earth, finally skidding to a halt within a deep crater.

The ground pulsed violently beneath him, energy radiating outward like ripples from an explosion as he slowly rose to his feet.

His steps were steady, unhurried.

His expression, cold, unreadable.

His eyes, deadly and piercing.

Despite failing to block Anthonyʼs last strike, he showed no sign of injury.

His gaze locked onto the swirling dust before him, where a shadowy silhouette began to emerge, stepping forward with a calm, measured rhythm.

The Hyperionʼs eyes ignited with a deadly blaze as his sword materialized in his grasp.

His presence surged, engulfing the battlefield with an oppressive force, as if intent on drowning the very sky itself.

Then, Sword Intent exploded from his being, an uncontrolled, savage tempest that shredded everything within its reach: demons, humans, abominations, trees, rocks, nothing escaped its devastating fury.

Anthony merely smiled, with deliberate calm, he unsheathed his katana.

A sharp, hissing sound pierced the air, resonating across the open expanse as if the world itself amplified the sound.

His own Sword Intent blossomed, not with wild destruction, but as a controlled, radiant presence that enveloped his blade and cloaked his entire body.

Weapons were drawn.

Sword Intent flared to life.

Lives stood poised on the edge.

And only one certainty remained:

Death.

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