Chapter 1265:
The special forces hesitated, knowing they couldn’t risk Elena’s safety with stray bullets. They shifted tactics, closing in for hand-to-hand combat.
Wesley cradled Elena against him with one arm, while his free hand became a blur of defensive precision. A lightning-quick kick to one soldier’s knee sent him crashing to the ground with a pained cry.
His movements flowed like water over stone—each block seamless, every counterattack delivered with devastating efficiency.
The special forces, Yoswye’s finest warriors, had been handpicked for their exceptional abilities. Yet, before Wesley’s prowess, they appeared nothing more than clumsy amateurs.
One after another, they crumpled, as Wesley’s speed turned into something almost supernatural. His strikes became impossible to track with the naked eye.
Torin’s face contorted with fury. “What a collection of worthless fools!” he snarled. “Everyone, fall back!” He shrugged his coat from his shoulders, and the crowd melted away like smoke.
Torin advanced toward Wesley in deadly silence, launching a devastating hook that cut through the air. Wesley twisted away at the last possible moment, the punch missing his jaw by mere inches.
Torin pressed forward relentlessly, firing a brutal straight punch toward Wesley’s eyes before following with a vicious sweeping strike.
Wesley’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, his concentration razor-sharp and unbreakable.
The two collided in a savage dance of violence, pouring every ounce of strength into their brutal exchange, abandoning all restraint.
Torin possessed more skills and real battle experience than the special forces, but Wesley was no slouch either.
For Wesley, not losing was as good as winning—especially since he was still holding Elena and fighting with only one hand.
Torin understood this perfectly, and his expression darkened as the battle wore on, neither of them gaining the upper hand.
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Sweat streamed from Torin’s thick eyelashes, trickling down his neck and soaking into his collar. His muscles coiled like steel springs, and his attacks grew more intense with each passing second, forcing Wesley to give ground inch by precious inch.
Torin abandoned all defensive strategy, throwing everything into pure offense.
His reckless approach managed to make things challenging for Wesley.
With a venomous glare aimed at Elena, Torin ground his teeth together. “Come to me! Don’t make me repeat myself. If you walk over now, I’ll let everything slide.”
Before Elena could respond, Wesley’s voice cut through the tension. “Who the hell do you think you are, talking to her like that?”
Torin’s face grew even more thunderous. “Don’t forget where you are, Wesley. This time, you won’t be walking out of here alive.”
Wesley’s gaze found Arion, who was approaching with reinforcements in tow. A predatory smile spread across Wesley’s face. “Is that so? Look behind you. Think you can really pull that off?”
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