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“This guy doesn’t seem to have changed much from five years ago, but why do I feel such a strong sense of oppression standing in front of him?” Thinking, Pluto then said to White Mitchell, “Since you know we’re targeting you, you should know that you can’t escape, no matter what happens today.”

“Can’t escape?”

Upon hearing this, White Mitchell shook his head calmly, then he replied lightly to Pluto, “I didn’t say I was going to run away today. In fact, maybe you’re the one who should be running.”

“Bluster! I want to see how much you have grown in these five years!” Pluto’s face turned cold as he stamped his foot hard, transforming into a bullet-like figure, shooting off instantly.

Huh!?

At this moment, after hearing Pluto’s words, a hint of turbulence finally appeared on White Mitchell’s calm face.

“The one who tried to assassinate me five years ago was you! You are Pluto?!” White Mitchell asked coldly.

At this moment, Pluto was only two steps away from White Mitchell. In the face of White Mitchell’s questioning, Pluto just smirked coldly and said, “Go ask Yama!”

Boom!

In an instant, a mighty aura exploded from Pluto’s body turning the surrounding temperature down to freezing point.

The overwhelming aura, like an avalanche, concentrated madly on his fists.

Then, with two whooshes, two steel nails aimed to lock down White Mitchell’s escape route, were shot out like bullets.

At the same time, Pluto’s bewitching figure was also closing in on White Mitchell.

Within an instant, Pluto hurled two punches at White Mitchell.

The fierce wind from the punches, sharp like a blade, slashed across White Mitchell’s face.

But at this moment, White Mitchell remained stationary, standing like a solid rock, unmoving and unwavering!

“Die!” With a roar, Pluto targeted White Mitchell’s chest with a punch while the other was aimed at his face.

Pluto was fully confident in his punches.

Even a steel plate could be punched through with these fists, let alone White Mitchell’s flesh and blood.

Furthermore, his own realm had already reached the terrifying level of a Titled War God. Due to rigorous training, an ordinary Titled War God stood no chance against him.

Moreover, in Pluto’s view, although White Mitchell has grown a bit in these five years, he definitely hadn’t reached the level of a Titled War God.

If, in five years, he could go from a rookie to a Titled War God, his talent would be absolutely terrifying.

Unfortunately, such monstrous talents are rare, one in a million. White Mitchell was definitely not such a person.

So, Pluto was anticipating nothing but success!

However, reality often doesn’t play out as anticipated.

Just as Pluto’s fists were about to land on White Mitchell, with a smack, White Mitchell’s hands firmly caught his fists mid-air.

Pluto couldn’t even figure out when White Mitchell had made his move.

Hiss!

Pluto couldn’t help but draw in a breath of cold air, immediately followed by a quick widening of his pupils, staring in disbelief at his two fists.

How… how is this possible?

Pluto was extremely baffled, his face contorted as though he had eaten manure.

He didn’t want to believe what he was seeing, but the constant pain emanating from his fists forced him to acknowledge the reality.

White Mitchell had blocked his lethal strike!

And moreover, White Mitchell managed to block it off so effortlessly.

Such reaction speed, such strength, it was downright terrifying!

For a moment, horror seeped into Pluto’s heart.

But, being a top assassin who straddled life and death all year round, he quickly recovered from his brief shock.

“I didn’t expect you to be quite skilled. However, do you think you can escape my pursuit just like that?” Pluto sneered coldly, his fists bracing to break free.

But, the second he tried to exert force, he was dumbfounded.

What…what was going on?

Shock hit Pluto once again, followed by an uncontrollable surge of intense fear. He looked at White Mitchell as if he was facing death itself.

Crack!

Before Pluto could figure out what was happening, he heard a sharp crack, the sound of a bone breaking, ringing in his ears.

Hisss!

A gut-wrenching pain followed, shooting up his arms and spreading throughout his body.

In an instant, Pluto’s face twisted uncontrollably, turning as white as a sheet of paper.

But what truly drove Pluto into despair was not the physical pain, but the overwhelming dominance of White Mitchell, leaving him no hope for survival.

“Why? How could he have grown so much in just five years?” Pluto lamented desperately, unable to understand.

It seemed like just five years ago, killing him was as easy as slaughtering a chicken.

If only he hadn’t underestimated and overlooked him back then, assuming that he was already dead, he wouldn’t have lived to see today.

But in a blink of an eye, merely five years later, he possessed power enough to crush him?

This kind of strength, he had only ever seen among the top ten freaks in the Deathz organization throughout his career.

The more Pluto thought, the more unbelievable, the more shocking, the more humiliated he felt.

“White Mitchell, even if you capture me, don’t think you can get…” Pluto stiffened, a determined look flashed in his eyes.

Every assassin may encounter a mishap at some point.

And when that happens, keeping secrets becomes the prime task.

To guard these secrets, assassins often choose the most extreme but effective method–suicide!

However, White Mitchell, who had fought countless battles, had faced all kinds of assassins. How could he give Pluto such a chance?

With a direct movement, White Mitchell clamped onto Pluto’s chin, and with a little force applied to his fingers, a crack echoed as he crushed Pluto’s jaw.

Now, even if Pluto wanted to commit suicide through poison, he wouldn’t be able to do it.

Immediately following, White Mitchell snapped Pluto’s legs with a swift kick.

Now, with all four limbs useless, even death was a luxury for Pluto.

Just as White Mitchell finished off Pluto, Black Turtle appeared at the scene with a pair of soldiers in white battle uniforms.

“Superior! We’ve combed through the surroundings and found no trace of other Deathz members!” Black Turtle reported with a solemn look on his face.

Upon hearing these words, the already devastated Pluto nearly lost consciousness, mumbling to himself in sheer disbelief, “Superior? White Mitchell? White… Army Master!!!”