Chapter 210: I'll Erect a Monument for You

After Joseph sent everyone away, he faced his opponent alone. This man was highly skilled, almost unmatched in his abilities abroad. But then again, perhaps it was just that his past opponents were weak. "Tell me your name. I am Lagrenor, and I never kill someone without knowing their name," Lagrenor said. Joseph smirked. "You? Do you think you deserve to know my name? Now that I know yours, Lagrenor, after I kill you, I'll piss on your grave as a monument!" Enraged, Lagrenor charged at Joseph. "You're courting death!" "If you've got the guts, then try to kill me first. Otherwise, I'll take you down myself!" Joseph's martial arts were nearly flawless, but Lagrenor was no simple opponent either. His skills were top-tier in the underworld. The two clashed, exchanging dozens of blows within seconds, neither using weapons, relying solely on their martial prowess. After several exchanges, Joseph began to gain the upper hand. Lagrenor's breathing grew labored. He was used to surviving by outlasting his enemies, but Joseph was different—a trained assassin who rarely needed to exert his full energy. Joseph's stamina seemed limitless. "We'll see who dies first!" Lagrenor seethed with anger as he realized Joseph was a formidable adversary. Meanwhile, Beelzebub, who was watching from a distance, was burning with rage. If it weren't for Joseph, she wouldn't have ended up in such a dire situation. She wanted nothing more than to kill him herself. Lagrenor, desperate, pulled out a handgun, intending to end the fight quickly. "Did you think I only fight with my fists? How naive!" But just as he was about to pull the trigger, Joseph swiftly reached out, grabbing the gun right out of his hand with lightning speed. Lagrenor barely had time to react before Joseph had him in his grip. Lagrenor struggled to break free, but it was no use. Joseph's hold was too strong. With a powerful strike, Joseph landed a heavy blow, leaving Lagrenor gravely injured, though not yet dead. Seeing their leader in trouble, Lagrenor's subordinates rushed forward. "Stay back! He's too skilled; you'll only get yourselves killed!" Lagrenor ordered. The men hesitated and stopped. Using the last of his strength, Lagrenor declared, "I want a one-on-one duel with this man. None of you interfere!" Joseph, amused by Lagrenor's sense of honor, mockingly beckoned him forward. "Alright, I'll play along!" The two men resumed their fight, now pushing their abilities to the limit. Each strike was more forceful than the last, with both men drawing on every ounce of their skill. Despite their injuries, they fought fiercely until both were utterly exhausted, collapsing to the ground. Panting heavily, Lagrenor managed to speak. "You're truly formidable." Joseph smiled, then picked up the handgun and aimed it at Lagrenor. "Did you think you'd won? Never underestimate anyone, especially not me. Do you know why you and your men lost? It's because you were too arrogant. You thought I was just another ordinary man, but you were wrong. I’m someone you should never have underestimated." With that, Joseph pulled the trigger, putting a bullet right between Lagrenor's eyes. Afterward, he lit a cigarette, sitting down to smoke as he surveyed the aftermath. Even the mightiest of beings can be brought down by the smallest of foes. Just like how ants can bring down an elephant if they swarm it completely, no matter how strong that elephant is. Joseph was that mighty elephant, and the surrounding enemies were the swarming ants. As Joseph prepared for a final stand, intending to take his enemies down with him, something unexpected happened. A massive bomb dropped from above, killing many of the attackers and giving Joseph a chance to escape amidst the chaos. He looked up to see where the bomb had come from. It was one of their own warships. Could Beelzebub and the others have taken control of it? Sure enough, Abaddon’s voice echoed from above. "Boss! We hijacked their warship!" "Is that so?" Joseph laughed heartily. "In that case, let's get on board!" Using a ladder, Joseph climbed aboard the warship. Although much of the ship was damaged, it was still functional enough for their purposes. They only needed to stay hidden on it for a while before making their escape. Beelzebub and the others were already on the ship, preparing for departure. "We’re about to set sail!" "Excellent!" Joseph replied. As they prepared to leave, Abaddon continued to bombard the remaining enemies with the ship's artillery, relishing the destructive power of the weaponry. "Die, all of you!" Rockets rained down from the warship, decimating the enemy forces like ants underfoot. Abaddon watched with satisfaction as they fell one by one, while Beelzebub took up a sniper rifle, targeting the remaining enemies. "They're almost here! Get ready for battle!" Beelzebub warned as the warship closed in on their foes, both sides ramping up their attacks. Unbeknownst to their enemies, Beelzebub had hidden herself in the lowest level of the ship, taking aim at her intended target. "Now!" With a single shot, the enemy leader was taken down, falling dead before his men. Beelzebub continued to fire, picking off enemy soldiers one by one, then moved to another part of the ship to take on the next wave of attackers. Her agility allowed her to evade their strikes as she continued her relentless assault. "Stop right there!" she yelled, her hands never ceasing as she shot down every target in her sights. "That’s it! Keep it up!"