Chapter 047: Sweeping Fire

Wang Bo raised his hand and, with his bare flesh, effortlessly caught the opponent's iai slash.

The other party revealed an expression of surprise, even disbelief.

Wang Bo initially found this expression somewhat amusing, but now he had grown accustomed to it, because just moments ago, he had already seen many similar expressions.

Impossible, unbelievable, inconceivable...

Basically, every member of the Shadow Warrior Alliance who encountered their own would show such an expression.

How could Wang Bo not be used to it.

But this person before him was different from the other members of the Shadow Warrior Alliance—more agile in movement, better equipped in attire, and the tachi in his hand was even sharper.

But even so, it was still utterly useless.

Wang Bo's steel body had long been immune to cold weapons; even the legendary swords of the martial world, said to be sharp enough to split a hair, were in his eyes little different from scrap metal.

Only a divine cold weapon from a more cultivation-oriented world or a super-fantasy world could make Wang Bo wary.

Wang Bo gave a violent shake, shattering the katana he gripped tightly, then threw a punch.

Bang!

Although the opponent had quickly retreated the moment the blade shattered, his speed of retreat was far slower than Wang Bo's punching speed, and he was sent flying by Wang Bo's blow.

His chest caved in, blood spilling from his mouth... Though not dead on the spot, he had essentially lost the ability to fight.

Whether he could even stand up was another question. After Wang Bo dealt with this enemy, he looked around and found more than a dozen members of the Shadow Warrior Alliance standing around him, each holding a katana.

After dealing with two patrol squads, Wang Bo was surrounded by this group of people.

The enemy charged at Wang Bo like mad.

Unfortunately, they overestimated themselves and underestimated Wang Bo.

Facing the frenzied assault of this group, Wang Bo neither dodged nor avoided, taking them down with one punch each.

In just over ten seconds, a large pile of enemies lay scattered at Wang Bo's feet, unable to withstand even a single punch from him.

With a body of steel and immense strength, Wang Bo was invincible.

What was even more interesting was that the League of Shadows were all a group of ninjas who favored using tachi, and most of their offensive methods involved brandishing their tachi to attack.

But precisely because of this, they were completely suppressed by Wang Bo, and not a single person could escape unscathed from before him.

The man who had just been defeated by Wang Bo's punch was clearly one of the leaders of the League of Shadows.

Ever since he was knocked down by Wang Bo, the remaining members had lost the courage to fight Wang Bo, and no one dared to rush up and battle him anymore.

If it were any other organization, they might have already collapsed and fled for their lives by now.

But the people of the Shadow Warrior Alliance did not collapse, barely maintaining their composure.

This made Wang Bo look at the people of the Shadow Warrior Alliance with newfound respect.

This group of people really has high psychological quality!

However, Wang Bo was not aware that the reason the people present did not flee was not because they were unafraid, but because of the Shadow Warrior Alliance's strict rules, which imposed cruel punishments on those who fled from battle.

This rule, like an invisible rope, bound everyone in place, and no one dared to flee.

Everyone could only confront Wang Bo.

Moreover, in their hearts, although Wang Bo was strong, he was not invincible, because they had already sent for help from their companions, and they believed that reinforcements would arrive before long.

When that time comes, the scales of victory will tip in their favor.

What they had to do now was not to rush forward and get themselves killed, but to confront Wang Bo, stall for time, and wait for reinforcements.

Suddenly, a man fell from the sky, landing in front of Wang Bo. After twitching a few times, he passed out.

Catwoman crossed the crowd, landed in front of Wang Bo, and looked at the members of the League of Shadows lying at his feet. Her expression twitched—these were all money, each one worth fifty thousand US dollars.

But they were all defeated by Wang Bo.

How much money would be lost? Catwoman felt as if her heart was twitching.

Wang Bo had no idea what was going through Catwoman's mind. Seeing her appear, he couldn't help asking, "Did you take care of the people on your side?"

Just now, when Wang Bo was surrounded, Catwoman sensed that there were too many people and immediately hid herself.

But even so, the enemy still dispatched a portion of their forces to capture Catwoman.

But now that Catwoman has appeared, it means the enemy has already...

"Of course, who do you think I am?" Catwoman spoke as if she had done something trivial, showing no regard for the members of the League of Shadows.

But Wang Bo could tell from her sweat stains and heavy breathing that Catwoman had expended a great deal of effort to take down those men.

In particular, Wang Bo could even detect a faint scent of blood on Catwoman.

"You're injured?" Wang Bo asked in surprise.

Catwoman said calmly, "Just a small wound, nothing serious."

She had indeed been slashed by a member of the League of Shadows, but the wound was not deep and had already stopped bleeding.

Wang Bo placed one hand on Catwoman's shoulder and sent the Ripple into her body.

For a moment, Catwoman felt refreshed all over. The pain in the areas that had been aching just moments ago vanished in the blink of an eye, the wounds healed quickly, and her weary body felt as if it had soaked in a hot spring, with her strength rapidly returning.

The catwoman couldn't help but wave her claws a few times, the sharp claws tearing through the air, emitting a sharp howl.

At this moment, the catwoman felt she could still take on ten.

"What is this?" she couldn't help asking, her intuition telling her that Wang Bo had left something good inside her.

"Ripples," Wang Bo replied.

The conversation between the two was as if no one else was present, completely disregarding the Shadow League members around them. And the Shadow League members were only too happy to be ignored, as if they had disconnected, each one standing like a backdrop.

The Catwoman, having regained her strength, looked at the members of the League of Shadows, itching for action—these were all money.

She wanted to take the initiative.

But Wang Bo sensed something, grabbed the Catwoman, and swiftly flew to one side, hiding behind a stone pillar.

Immediately after, the sound of tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat... was incessant.

A member of the League of Shadows who had just arrived was carrying a heavy machine gun and firing wildly.

The machine gun roared, bullets strafing wildly.

The plaster on the stone pillar was pockmarked by the blows, falling off in crazed chunks.

Although the members of the League of Shadows preferred blades, they were neither primitives nor ancients; when faced with an invincible enemy, they would also resort to powerful firepower.

And Wang Bo was undoubtedly such an enemy.

Catwoman curled up into a ball, hiding in Wang Bo's arms, and couldn't help but gasp when she heard the frantic roar of the machine gun.

If she had been just a moment later, she would have been riddled with bullets.