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Supreme Copy System: From Trash to Invincible-Chapter 26 - : The Tavern Turns Into a Battlefield
Chapter 26 - 26: The Tavern Turns Into a Battlefield
Chapter 26: The Tavern Turns Into a Battlefield
The tavern grew silent. The scent of alcohol and sweat was replaced by the sharp tang of killing intent.
Leon Xian smirked, his golden eyes locking onto the masked man on the second floor. The assassins surrounding him gripped their blades, their muscles tensed, waiting for the signal to strike.
Qin Yue, standing beside Leon, slowly reached for the hilt of her sword.
"You know," Leon said casually, cracking his knuckles, "I came here to get information, but I don't mind breaking some bones first."
The masked man chuckled, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"You're arrogant, Leon Xian." He gestured with his fingers, and the assassins attacked.
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The Dance of Death
Blades flashed.
Leon dodged to the side as a dagger nearly pierced his ribs. Twisting his body, he countered with a fierce palm strike, sending the first assassin crashing into a wooden table.
Before the body could hit the ground, another assassin lunged at him from behind—only for Qin Yue to intercept. Her sword sang through the air, cutting down the attacker with a single, elegant stroke.
The tavern erupted into chaos.
Tables overturned. Chairs splintered. Screams filled the room as innocent bystanders scrambled for cover.
But Leon and Qin Yue moved like shadows, their attacks precise and merciless.
Leon caught a sword strike with his bare hand, his Qi-infused grip crushing the blade like it was made of glass. Before the assassin could react, Leon grabbed his face and slammed him into the floor, cracking the wooden planks beneath.
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The Masked Leader Enters the Fray
As the assassins fell one by one, the masked leader on the second floor clapped slowly.
"Impressive," he mused. "But let's see how you handle me."
With a flick of his wrist, a wave of black mist spread through the tavern.
Leon's pupils shrank.
"Poison Qi?"
Qin Yue coughed, stepping back. "Leon, be careful! That mist—"
Before she could finish, the masked man vanished.
Leon barely had time to react before a dagger shot toward his throat.
He leaned back, avoiding the strike by mere inches. But the masked man didn't stop. His attacks came like a violent storm—daggers flashing, his movements like a phantom in the mist.
Clang! Clang!
Leon blocked, dodged, countered—but the assassin was fast. Faster than anyone he had fought before.
"Not bad," Leon admitted, his blood boiling with excitement. "But if you think that's enough to kill me—"
His Qi surged.
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Golden light exploded from his body, dispersing the black mist instantly.
The assassin's eyes widened.
Leon grinned. "Then you clearly don't know who I am."
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The Roar of the Dragon
Leon vanished.
A second later, he reappeared behind the assassin, his fist already moving.
BOOM!
The masked man crashed through the railing, flipping through the air before landing gracefully on the tavern floor.
But Leon wasn't done.
With a burst of speed, he appeared above the assassin, his fist glowing with golden Qi.
"Eat this!"
He punched downward—
BOOOOOOM!
The entire tavern shook as the assassin was slammed into the floor, leaving behind a deep crater.
Silence.
For a moment, only the sound of crackling wood filled the air.
Then—
Cough.
The masked assassin stood up.
Leon frowned. "You're still alive?"
The man wiped the blood from his lips, chuckling. "I see now... You're stronger than the reports said."
He pulled out a black token from his sleeve and crushed it.
A wave of dark Qi spread outward—
And then, he vanished.
Leon's eyes narrowed. "A teleportation talisman?"
Qin Yue sighed. "Coward."
Leon let out a breath. "Doesn't matter. We'll find him again."
He glanced around. The tavern was in ruins.
Broken tables. Shattered glass. Bodies of assassins sprawled everywhere.
The bartender peeked out from behind the counter, shaking. "Y-You just destroyed my tavern!"
Leon tossed him a bag of gold. "For the damages."
The bartender stared at the bag, then at the wreckage. "...I'm gonna need more than this."
Leon smirked. "Then raise your prices."
Qin Yue sighed. "We should leave before more trouble shows up."
Leon nodded.
But as they stepped outside, a shadowy figure was already waiting for them.
An old man, dressed in flowing black robes, his eyes cold and calculating.
"Leon Xian," he said calmly. "It's time you learn the price of interfering with the Shadow Pavilion."
Leon grinned.
"Bring it on."