I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Although Blood Butcher had lost a hand, his attacking power remained terrifyingly potent.

He glared fiercely at the spot where John had reappeared, his mind clouded with confusion.

He had distinctly felt that John was not there just moments ago, so why had he suddenly reappeared now?

What was going on?

Severed Head Ink also faced John with a cold expression, staring directly at him.

The only thought in both their minds now was to ensure John's demise.

Initially, they might have considered sparing his life for their boss's orders, but now, they only harbored thoughts of killing him.

They had never imagined being so thoroughly outmaneuvered by this man, to the extent of losing a hand.

Even if they could fully recover later, there would certainly be discrepancies since the replacements wouldn't be original.

They clenched their teeth in hatred internally, but ultimately, they restrained themselves.

This man had too many mysteries about him, and they didn't know what trump cards he might still hold.

Rash action might only worsen the outcome.

Victor's eyes remained fixed on John, his gaze filled with confusion.

He seemed curious about why John had suddenly appeared in that place, especially when he had not been there before.

At this point, John chose not to entangle further with them but instead launched a direct attack in their direction.

Fire Meteor!

A barrage of high-damage, fire-based skills rained down upon them.

Both of their pupils dilated, having mentally prepared themselves knowing that John would use spell attacks in this area.

Yet, somehow, they still couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

Terrifyingly formidable, it seemed as though John had not a single concern.

Anyone else in this situation would likely conserve some of their magical energy, fearing they might deplete it entirely.

But John seemed utterly indifferent to such caution, instead opting for a straightforward and aggressive approach.

The most daunting aspect was his incredible speed; they simply couldn't keep up.

If they continued to passively chase him, they would only be left trailing in his wake.

John sped away, riding atop the Thorned Rock Serpent.

The other three stared at him intently, like snakes lurking in the dark, eyeing their prey.

John was acutely aware of the threat posed by these individuals but remained silent, merely observing everything before him.

He knew the situation was perilous.

Yet, there was no other choice.

This had to be done!

John was swiftly maneuvering ahead, rapidly deploying a variety of skills behind him.

It was as if he were walking a dog!

The other three, though seething with rage, had no choice but to follow relentlessly behind him.

They needed to catch him and end his life! They could no longer tolerate being treated like dogs being led around—it was disgusting!

All three of them quickened their pace, charging towards John's direction.

But the next second, they involuntarily halted their steps, overwhelmed by the sheer number of skills John was unleashing.

One skill after another struck them, bombarding them relentlessly.

While John intentionally controlled the direction of his skills to spare his boyfriend somewhat, the others were not so lucky.

For the other two, the onslaught of skills in front of them grew increasingly fierce.

They could even feel that if they didn't dodge, they would be headed straight for certain death.

Headman Demon roared in fury and, braving the barrage of attacks, surged forward towards John.

John didn't let up, and the tail of his Thorned Rock Serpent viciously whipped Headman Demon's head.

Headman Demon was sent flying, blood streaming from his body.

His rage intensified, and with a grit of his teeth, he stomped on the ground and propelled himself forward with force.

It seemed that John was about to fall into Headman Demon's grasp, but in the next second, John once again widened the gap between them.

John was acutely aware that these individuals harbored a deep desire to kill him swiftly.

Their attacks were becoming increasingly fierce, as if the next moment might bring his demise.

Yet, during this critical time, John displayed not a hint of panic.

Instead, he commanded the Thorned Rock Serpent to again entwine around the two men.

Just as the serpents flung the two assailants out, John did not pause.

He once again drew the Bloodthirsty Blade from his side.

The onlookers gasped, not for anything else but for him! John could easily maintain a distance and use his skills defensively, potentially securing an invincible position.

So why was he now choosing to engage directly?

Could it be that he had another strategy in mind? However, this seemed excessively risky.

Truthfully, they all knew that the best tactic for John at this moment would be to attack from a distance.

Yet, if John chose to close the gap, it meant he was forsaking all his advantages.

Under these circumstances, attempting anything else would be nearly impossible.

But John indeed moved forward, indicating he truly possessed the capability to back this daring move!

Everyone began whispering amongst themselves, all eyes intently watching to understand what was happening.

However, they soon noticed something was off.

While John indeed appeared to be charging at a few people, the serpent was continuously assisting him on the side.

Without the serpent's help, they probably could have easily killed John with a mere flick of their fingers!

Clearly, John was aware of this, which is why he had never engaged them directly.

But now, he was charging forward—what was he thinking? Did he no longer wish to live?

John did not linger long in that spot, but instead moved with the utmost speed to position himself behind Blood Butcher.

He knew Blood Butcher was extremely angry with him, and this was his only chance to inflict serious damage.

With a forceful slash, he struck Blood Butcher's back.

Blood Butcher couldn't dodge in time and was cut deeply, the wound profusely bleeding.

He grunted and reached back to grab John, but by then, John had already moved away.

Headman Demon also spotted John and with a snort of disdain, he ran towards him.

But he quickly halted, realizing a black hole had formed behind John.

Having suffered from this black hole before, he now hesitated to make any rash moves.

They were truly fearful of coming into contact with the black hole again, as it would leave them with absolutely no way out.

However, John did not stop; he charged forward and swung his blade towards him.

He narrowly dodged, only grazed by the blade's air pressure.

Headman Demon wiped his face clean, stared down at the blood on his hands, and glared fiercely at John, then gradually began to calm down.

In moments like these, panic was a sure path to falling into traps.

But John was quicker than them; he didn't give anyone a chance to react!

It was clear to all observers that John was only seizing this opportunity due to his rapid movements.

Had it been anyone else, they likely would not have managed to be in such a state.

Yet, John was deliberately playing into the situation, continuously circling the menacing black hole.

What was a dangerous area had now become his shield.

Nobody expected John to do this.

It was like dancing on the blade's edge.

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