Who hid My Corpse!

Am I... trembling?

Hearing these words, Chamos subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his arms gripping the sword, only to discover they were indeed trembling slightly.

...Why?

Am I scared?

But why should I be afraid?

Before Chamos could figure it out, a Knight called out from behind, "Vice-Captain! This guy is charging!"

Chamos jerked his head upward and immediately saw a clenched fist hurtling toward his face; he realized it was psychological warfare and quickly retreated while swinging his Steel-cutting Sword at Bai Wei, hoping to push him back.

But what he hadn't expected was Bai Wei was even faster!

Before his sword could reach halfway, Bai Wei was already closing in on Chamos. One of Bai Wei's hands pressed down on the hilt of Chamos's Steel-cutting Sword, the other continuing to strike at his face.

Chamos could only block with his free hand.

Though Bai Wei had closed in, Chamos wasn't too panicked because one of his arms was a mechanical limb while Bai Wei's was not. The difference in strength and power between human flesh and metal was without question, and Chamos was already thinking about how to seize Bai Wei's fist and launch a counterattack.

However, when Bai Wei's fist slammed into the open palm of Chamos's hand, there was hardly any pause, like a gear train speeding along and Chamos's hand was just a barrier across the track.

Inevitably blown away.

Chamos's face was hit squarely by his own metal fist, triggering a sharp pain that felt like his nose had been broken.

"Gerard!"

Chamos bellowed, but it was futile. The acute pain in his face, compounded by the palpitations brought on by the "Gaze," deformed his retaliatory movements significantly. Soon, he got a severe blow to his lower abdomen and even lost his grip on the Steel-cutting Sword, now in Bai Wei's possession.

"With skills like this, you dare to seek me out?"

Bai Wei's mocking voice rang in Chamos's ears, stoking his anger and humiliation further. He fought back desperately, but every move seemed predicted by Bai Wei, every action preemptively stopped.

And what was clear to Chamos was that Bai Wei's strength and speed surpassed his own.

But how could that be possible?!

Surely his mechanization was higher! His prosthetics were more advanced than Bai Wei's! And even in terms of age, he was younger than Bai Wei.

So why did he feel like a toy in front of Bai Wei, completely powerless?

While Chamos was getting ruthlessly beaten by Bai Wei, the other Knights didn't just stand by—they naturally wanted to help.

But the problem was, Bai Wei and Chamos were pressed too tightly together, completely entangled with each other, making the rest of the Knights dare not act rashly.

Because the weapons in their hands were anything but simple.

Whether it was the Chainsaw Sword, the Folding Axe, or the Automatic Fire Pistol, which someone had aimed for a long time but dared not fire, all were weapons with immense killing range. A slight misstep could take Chamos along with them.

Clearly, this was Bai Wei's intention.

He could have knocked Chamos down long ago, but then he would have faced those tricky weapons alone. Even though as a First Rank he had maximized all the abilities of Gerard's body, it was still mortal flesh; a serious wound from those powerful weapons would be far more serious than mere bleeding.

So, naturally, he had to adopt some dirty... oh, wrong, smarter tactics.

Chamos did perceive this, so after spitting out the congestion in his throat, he got vicious, immediately yelling at the other Knights, "Don't worry about me! Go straight for, uh..."

Bai Wei didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence, moving behind Chamos and wrapping his left arm around his throat, silencing him.

"Hey, hey, hey, you idiot, don't think about being a martyr," Bai Wei spoke indifferently, "It's out of character for you. You're better off being stupid... hmm, if you find being a hostage boring, let's give you some sense of participation."

Then, Bai Wei stuffed the Steel-cutting Sword he had snatched from Chamos back into his hands, then seized Chamos's hand to control it, forcing him to slash down the closest Knight.

Chamos's eyes widened.

"Ah, good job," Bai Wei said with ease, "Such a sharp, beautiful stroke... can you do it even better?"

Chamos hadn't had the chance to examine the fallen Knight's injuries when Bai Wei controlled his body to make a 180-degree turn, drawing a silver arc in the air with the Steel-cutting Sword, followed by several crimson streaks.

Thus, another Knight who had attempted a sneak attack from behind also collapsed, clutching his chest.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Watching Bai Wei use his own body to viciously attack and hurt his subordinates, Chamos was shaking all over.

Demon, madman, damned Rebel!

Chamos used every vicious word he could think of to curse Bai Wei, but it was no use. His subordinates were falling, one by one, to his sword.

He screamed desperately, urging the others to ignore him and launch an attack on Bai Wei!

He also wanted the distant Automatic Fire Pistol to open fire.