“Orientia people!?” Sophia exclaimed, her pretty mouth agape in surprise.
“I went to the capital last time and accidentally offended an Orientia person. She followed me back to Langstel for revenge,” Leo explained concisely.
Sophia’s worry only increased. “Will she come back for you again?”
“Don’t worry, after she injured me, she probably fled back to Orientia,” Leo reassured her.
Just as Leo finished speaking, a series of screams echoed through the hospital corridor outside the room.
Leo suddenly sat up and stood up from his bed. Sophia was stunned by this scene. The doctors had previously said that Leo would most likely become a vegetable, but now he not only woke up but also stood up perfectly fine.
After the screams subsided, they saw a figure flying into their room and crashing at their feet.
“Leo, Leo, you, you’re awake…”
Thrown in was Chasel, ordered to guard Leo with a few brothers outside.
Just moments ago, a man with a centipede-shaped scar on his forehead appeared. Not only did he defeat Chasel’s subordinates, but he also threw Chasel into the sickroom.
“Leo, you shouldn’t have woken up because you’re about to die soon,” the man spoke, his voice ominous.
“Who are you?” Leo asked coldly.
“Who I am, you should know,” the man’s evil aura burst forth.
Demon Cultivator!
Leo’s eyelids twitched.
This man was none other than Oktrar’s trusted lieutenant after Vincent, North Carver.
Chasel grabbed the dropped dagger on the ground, struggling to get up from the floor, ready to charge at the man.
Leo hurriedly intervened, “Chasel, you’re not his match. Take my wife out, and no one is allowed to come in.”
“Leo…” Sophia really didn’t want Leo to get into trouble again, holding onto his hand tightly.
Leo patted Sophia’s hand, comforting, “Be obedient, go outside with Chasel. I’ll be fine.”
Sophia was a considerate woman, knowing that her presence here would only make Leo a target. With a determined nod, she followed Chasel out of the sickroom.
North’s target was Leo, and he didn’t care about the others.
North lifted his right hand, clenched his fist, and a strange and sinister black aura visibly condensed on the surface of his fist.
“Wait!” Leo suddenly called a halt.
“Do you have any last words?” North’s voice was cold and merciless.
Leo touched his nose, shrugged, and said, “Can’t you see I’m a patient? Let me take my medicine first.”
“Medicine?” North smirked, “Hurry up, take it. I’ll send you on your way after you’ve eaten it.”
Leo reached into his pocket, took out a small vial, poured out a milky-white pill, and swallowed it.
“This is… Elixir!” Even if North were foolish, he could sense that something was amiss. He roared, throwing a punch at Leo.
Leo clenched his right hand into a fist and met the attack head-on.
“Bang!”
A muffled sound echoed as two fists collided, unleashing bursts of force.
North took two steps back, and Leo took one step back.
“Leo, I’m not Vincent. Even if you take Elixir, I will still take your life!” North secretly shook his slightly numb right hand.
“Oh, really? My life is right here. Come and take it,” Leo sneered, not taking North seriously.
North snorted, extending his hands. He chanted an incantation, and a pair of black leather gloves automatically appeared and adorned his hands.
The appearance of the gloves caught Leo’s attention.
“Leo, to die under the magic tool bestowed by the great demon lord Oktrar, you should consider it an honor!” North’s face revealed immense confidence and arrogance.
Leo secretly activated his Spiritual Power, accelerating the absorption of the Ascension Pill’s medicinal power, and converting it to Spiritual Power to the maximum extent.
With a low shout from North, magical power erupted, gathering entirely in the fist of his right hand, delivering a punch towards Leo like a landslide.
At the same time, Leo took a step forward, executed a horse stance, twisted his waist, merged his waist and horse stance, and once again threw a punch at North’s fist.
“Boom!”
The collision produced a resounding explosion this time.
A powerful shockwave spread, causing medical equipment in the sickroom to fly and crash into the walls, creating spiderweb-like cracks on them.
In the next second, Leo swung his left fist, and North simultaneously struck with his left fist.
Two fists collided once again.
After a loud explosion, there was a groan. North, under the powerful shockwave, retreated three steps, his face pale, and cracks appeared on the gloves on his hands.
“Now, you can die!” A purple dagger appeared in Leo’s hand.
A trace of fear flashed in North’s eyes. He turned and turned into a black shadow, rushing out of the sickroom, then directly leaped over the railing and jumped down.
Leo let go of Purple Radiance in his hand, a streak of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, he had taken the Ascension Pill before the confrontation with North, temporarily having abundant Spiritual Power. Otherwise, instead of dying at the hands of the Orientians, he would have fallen into the hands of Oktrar’s subordinate.
After North escaped, Sophia and Chasel rushed in from outside.
“Leo, how are you? Are you okay?” Sophia said as she came to support Leo.
Leo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and shook his head, “Sophia, don’t worry, I’m fine.”
“You’re bleeding, and you say you’re fine. Get on the bed and lie down quickly,” scolded Sophia.
Leo was forcibly pulled onto the bed by Sophia.
“Chasel, thank you for your hard work today. You can go and rest now,” Leo said, turning his head to Chasel.
Although Chasel knew that he was basically useless here, just like earlier when he couldn’t stop that man, he wanted to express his goodwill. Besides, guarding Leo was arranged by Bob, so he said, “Leo, let me and my brothers guard until you’re discharged.”
“I appreciate your kindness, but since I’ve already woken up, nothing will happen to me. Take your men home and rest. I’ll talk to Bob about it.” Leo waved his hand.
Since Leo said so, Chasel had to nod and say, “Okay. Leo, if you need help with anything, call me anytime.”
…
Blue Moon Grand Hotel.
Maniwa stood in front of a huge French window, gazing at the morning Langstel. A pensive expression appeared on his face.
“Maniwa, Leo has awakened and been discharged,” Yuriko, standing behind Maniwa, said.
“Under Yonamine’s serious injury, waking up in such a short time. Truly worthy of an Onmyoji,” Maniwa’s expression seemed unfathomable.