A cold smile appeared on Stark's face.

The moment he saw this smile, Mycroft was somewhat stunned.

Immediately after, a sword light flashed past. Before he could even react, Mycroft's right hand holding the dagger was instantly chopped off. Blood splattered everywhere!

"Ah!"

Mycroft held his severed right hand and howled in pain while retreating.

After Stark untied the rope and slashed with his sword, the other four bandits in the room also reacted.

F*ck, they had fallen into a trap!

This kid was lying!

"Wild Wolf, let's go!"

A dagger bounced up in his hand, and Coyote shouted at the man beside him.

Although they were not like Mycroft and Chris, who had awakened as Transcendents, they still had some ability to be accepted into the Black Rose Bandits.

Both of them were ex-special forces soldiers who had accumulated a lot of battle experience over the years. Who knew how many enemies had died at their hands?

"Kid, go to hell!"

Wild Wolf's eyes shone with a ferocious light as he thrust his dagger at Stark at an extremely sinister angle.

Whether it was from the angle or the method, this kid's slash at Mycroft looked amateur. He was even confident that this attack would directly take Stark's life.

However.

Swoosh!

"What!"

When Wild Wolf stabbed, he had clearly aimed at Stark, but it did not pierce Stark's body. Instead, his own body was chopped into two halves.

Fresh blood spurted into the sky.

Wild Wolf's corpse was cut into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"F*ck!"

When Coyote saw this scene, he was frightened. He widened his eyes and did not dare to take a step forward.

Immediately after, standing in front of the two halves of Wild Wolf's corpse, Stark's eyes indifferently swept over him.

Chi La!

Coyote's head flew into the sky with fresh blood.

Another corpse fell to the ground.

In an instant, the remaining two members of the bandit group in the house were scared shitless.

This kid had gotten that fierce just by using crystals to strengthen his body?

If he was a Transcendent...

Then the other Transcendents would have sensed him, recognizing each other at a glance.

That was why Mycroft and Chris were sure that Stark was not a Transcendent.

But if he really was not a Transcendent...

What was with the golden longsword in the young man's hand?

With just a casual slash, he could kill someone as easily as cutting vegetables.

Mycroft's heart was beating wildly.

What was the background of this young man in front of him? How could he be so terrifying!

"Steel Skin!"

Mycroft didn't dare to stay behind any longer.

Taking advantage of the time when Stark was killing Coyote and Wild Wolf, he finally had the opportunity to use his special ability.

A layer of metal-like light gradually emerged and wrapped around his body.

In less than two seconds, his entire body had turned a faint silver color. Even his right hand, which had been cut off earlier, was no longer bleeding.

"Kid, your sword is sharp. But can it cut through steel?

"The biggest mistake you made just now was not killing me! No matter how strong an ordinary person is, he is still an ordinary person. Just wait for your death!"

Mycroft roared angrily and then used his steel-like left fist to punch at Stark. He wanted to use this fist to directly smash Stark's head into pieces, taking revenge for his broken hand.

Stark only spoke indifferently, "No, when facing several useless people at the same time, killing them first is the same."

As his voice fell, Stark moved.

His right hand held the Sword of God indifferently, and a brilliant light burst forth.

Chris, who had caught this scene, immediately cried out in alarm.

"Not good, Mycroft, stop!"

But it was already too late.

Stark held the Sword of God in his hand, facing Mycroft as he charged forward.

In front of an SSS-grade weapon, what was he pretending to be?

"Chi!"

An extremely subtle sound rang out.

Mycroft's figure stopped.

Along with a clang, a metalized left fist smashed onto the ground. The metallic luster instantly faded, turning into an ordinary arm.

Looking at his broken left arm, the surface of the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

"Hiss... Ah! How... how is this possible!"

Mycroft was dumbfounded. At the same time, his pupils could not help but tremble violently in shock.

Intense pain continued to spread along the nerves where his arm was severed.

It made him reel in pain.

However, what scared him the most was Stark's strength.

Despite being mentally prepared, he was still scared.

There was a longsword in the world that could easily cut through a human body?

He believed that.

But how could there be a longsword that could cut through steel like mud?

His proudest Steel Skin ability after the apocalypse was nothing in front of this young man.

He was beaten up so thoroughly!

It was over; it was all over.

No matter what, he would not be able to defeat this man.

What should I do? What should I do?

Mycroft's brain was working frantically, trying to find a way to survive Stark's attack.

But then, Stark gave him a cold look.

He kicked out.

Boom!

Mycroft was kicked in the face and flew backward, his head slamming into the wall.

The metal ability disappeared.

His entire body fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, but he was still breathing weakly.

"One down, one to go!"

Stark looked at Chris, who was at the side.

Actually, from when Stark suddenly broke free from the ropes, to killing the two with a sword and crippling Mycroft with a kick, the entire process only took less than three seconds.

Ordinary people did not even have time to react. Chris watched her teammates fall to the ground, and two of them even died miserably.

Although her heart was beating faster and faster, Chris still pretended to be calm and looked at Stark with her beautiful eyes.

"My friend, you've already killed three of my teammates, and we didn't take anything from you.

"How about I give you all the crystals from the Black Rose Bandits, and then we'll resolve our differences and go our separate ways?"