Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 595 - 151-The Wise Choice Is to Leave Early

"If you say so, then so be it."

The moment he finished speaking, Alan once again vanished from the bounty hunter's sight.

Panic gripped the bounty hunter as he frantically scanned his surroundings, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any trace of Alan.

"Looking for me? I'm right here!"

Suddenly, a voice roared from overhead.

The bounty hunter tried to look up, but it was too late.

Alan's fist was already a mere few centimeters away—just like the shock arrow had been moments before.

Boom!

Alan's punch slammed into the bounty hunter, sending him hurtling deep into the alley.

He crashed through multiple walls before finally being embedded into the last one, a pathetic figure half-buried in stone and debris.

Meanwhile, Alan casually snatched the bounty hunter's quiver and held it in his hand.

At first, Alan intended to destroy the arrows—after all, an archer without arrows was no different from a toothless beast.

No longer a threat.

But just as he was about to snap them, he sensed something unusual.

Mana.

Powerful mana waves continuously seeped from the arrows.

Focusing his senses, Alan realized with astonishment: the arrow shafts weren't ordinary—they had been crafted using different types of staffs as their core material.

No wonder they had such diverse and potent effects.

Grinning, Alan decisively slung the entire quiver across his back, right in front of the bounty hunter's bewildered gaze.

The bounty hunter, groaning as he freed himself from the wall, looked up and saw Alan casually taking possession of his precious gear.

"Fighting's one thing, but stealing a man's stuff... isn't that a bit low-class—"

Before he could finish his complaint, Alan closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

The bounty hunter's face twisted in panic.

He hurriedly raised his arms to protect his head, instinctively guarding against another punch.

But Alan's mana Overpressure wasn't limited to his fists.

Lowering himself into a crouch, Alan channeled all his strength into his right leg.

In one smooth, explosive movement, he twisted his waist and unleashed a brutal whip kick toward the bounty hunter's exposed abdomen.

This kick was coated with a terrifying layer of mana Overpressure, capable of shattering stone—and the bounty hunter, focused solely on guarding his upper body, had left his midsection completely undefended.

Victory seemed imminent.

But then, the bounty hunter laughed coldly.

"Heh heh heh… Kid, did you really think I came to hunt you without some preparations?"

Buzz!

A low hum resonated through the alley.

Suddenly, seven magic arrays of different colors materialized around the bounty hunter's body.

They weren't offensive spells.

Their sole purpose was defense—absolute, impenetrable defense against any external harm.

Sure enough, Alan's whip kick was halted mid-air, unable to penetrate the layered barriers.

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His foot hovered mere centimeters from the bounty hunter's abdomen, yet the gap might as well have been an abyss.

"Be a good boy and surrender," the bounty hunter sneered, licking his lips.

"If you cooperate, I might even let you die quickly."

But in the very next second—

The seven protective magic arrays collapsed all at once, disappearing without a trace.

It was as if they had never existed.

"What—?!"

The bounty hunter gasped, utterly at a loss.

He couldn't understand how his carefully prepared defenses had been annihilated in the blink of an eye.

Only after Alan's mana Overpressure crashed directly into his body did he finally grasp, with a creeping sense of horror, the true cause of his impending demise.

Alan's kick struck with overwhelming force, splitting the bounty hunter cleanly in two.

As his body fell lifeless to the ground, the strange toxins lingering in Alan's system also faded away.

Apparently, the poison had been rooted in mana—once the caster died, it broke naturally.

Alan turned slowly, gazing coldly at the severed corpse.

In a low voice, he said,

"I know my life's worth a lot of money...

But some money, even if you can take it, you won't live long enough to spend it."

Moments later, a group of clerics from the Church emerged from the building.

They didn't come to accuse Alan of murder in public—instead, they hurriedly moved to dispose of the body.

The Church of Steam and Magic was regarded as sacred by its faithful.

They could not allow a corpse to taint its grounds.

However, as they carefully bagged the remains, some clerics noticed something shocking.

Even in death, the mana residue clinging to the bounty hunter's body indicated a Tier-Gold level powerhouse!

Several clerics glanced up, astonished, at the young man casually strolling toward the Church entrance.

A Tier-Gold bounty hunter had been defeated in just a few short exchanges—and judging by Alan's relaxed demeanor, he might not even have used his full strength!

At the same time, across the street in a tall building, three more bounty hunters stood at a floor-to-ceiling window, their faces grim.

They silently observed the aftermath.

After a long pause, the man standing in the center—a sharp-eyed figure wearing a monocle—spoke coldly.

"Withdraw."

"Huh? Withdraw?"

One of his companions, a rat-faced dwarf, protested bitterly.

"Boss, did I hear you right? You're saying withdraw?"

"Do you know how much the reward was for this target?" the dwarf whined.

"It's the biggest bounty we've ever seen!

If we pull this off, none of us would need to work for years!"

Bang!

The monocle-wearing leader slammed his fist against the glass window, his voice a harsh growl.

"I only chase bounties within my capabilities!

Or..."

He glanced sidelong at the dwarf with scorn.

"You think you're stronger than 'Big Crossbow'?"

The rat-faced dwarf fell silent instantly.

Big Crossbow—the bounty hunter who specialized in the massive siege crossbow—was a notorious lone wolf with strength few dared to challenge.

Yet he hadn't even survived three moves against Alan!

Even if the three of them attacked together, the outcome was painfully obvious.

At that moment, the silent third member—a tall, thin man—finally spoke up.

"I did some digging.

That guy's name is Alan.

He's a new recruit at Sirius Academy."

"Though young, his strength is unfathomable."

"And there's something else… The organization that issued the bounty is highly suspicious.

Everything points to it being a front for Lioncrest Academy."

"It's likely we've stumbled into a power struggle between two great factions."

"And in that case…"

He glanced meaningfully at his comrades.

"Getting out early is the wisest move."