The atmosphere within the room was stiff and rigid as all enemies watched each other coldly, readying to make their moves.

Marcus, who saw and understood that look in their eyes, also prepared to subdue them too.

He looked at them and scoffed in disdain.

Well, he tried to do things the easy way, but they decided to be stubborn.

So don't blame him for going all hard on them!

With that, Marcus took out his blades, ready for action.

But before he could even count to 3, a few men beside him suddenly fell stiff to the ground.

~Peeui! Peeui!

~Bam!

Marcus hastily glanced at them through the corner of his eyes grimly.

Who?

Who shot hidden weapons at them?

Marcus had no time to think because within the next second, Killian was right by his side.

"Team Beta, Gamma and Solar... Escort the Arc teams as planned.

Team Omega, split up, take care of the enemies indoors and aid in clearing the path outside for the rest to leave safely."

Now, Move! Move! Move! Move!" Killian said while barely dodging Marcus' attacks.

~Swish!

"Low-life scum! How dare you get distracted when fighting with me?"

~Swish! Swish! Swish!~~

Marcus's attacks grew even fiercer as he felt that he had been looked down on instead.

His moves were so terrifying that Killian had cold sweat when the blade swept across the air just a few inches away from his neck.

Even with the guns in his hands, his enemy gave him no time to even point the gun straight for him.

Just within these short seconds, his guns had almost been kicked away by Marcus twice now.

Marcus seemed extremely good at close-range attacks, as his blades kept sleeping crazily about the air in all sorts of directions.

Even those within the Omega team who were about to leave couldn't help contemplating on aiding Killian to take down Marcus.

'Captain, do you need help?'

"Go! Go! Get going now!" Killian said before rolling to the side and avoiding the dagger that had now firmly planted itself into the wooden floors.

The others nodded and hastily rushed out to take care of the rest.

.

At the moment, they would no doubt be surrounded and outnumbered by too many enemies.

So they could spend time here dilly-dallying about.

They had to get the Arcadinians safely in.

With that in mind, everyone deserted the hallway, scattering in different directions, leaving Killian behind and killing those in their path.

As for Killian, of course he had to subdue Marcus somehow.

Firstly, Marcus seemed to be an essential member of the T.O.E.P.

So they needed him back alive.

Additionally, Killian didn't want to shoot him and risk excess blood lost through this stormy night.

Believe it or not, a stab wound was more manageable than a bullet wound.

The medic teams were still outside the city now.

Thus, he decided to only stab or knockout Marcus before binding him together and staying guard beside him.

He could request for backup.

But everyone else was extremely busy as they had no idea the actual number of enemies were within the city and had their own individual missions to carry out.

So he would be all alone here for a while.

Killian secretly nodded while looking intensely at Marcus.

He had thought it all through.

But the issue was subduing the big guy.

Killian was a ranked Captain, and of course had many other ranks and people more powerful than he was within the Baymardian Army.

Meaning he still had a lot of growth in terms of battle strength and whatnot.

So when fighting Marcus, he realized that Marcus was actually more brutal and faster than he was.

So if Marcus was going to win, he had to use his best moves, as well as his quick thinking.

.

~Bam!

The wooden floor shattered as Killian once again rolled to his left hastily.

At this point, Killian had long placed his guns away.

Marcus looked at him arrogantly and sneered: "Dodge! Dodge! That's all you low-life now how to do!"

Killian, who had rolled off to the side, hastily got up and jumped further behind the hallway again.

~Thang!

A dagger plunged deep into the wooden floors again.

And every time he blinked, he seemed like his opponent had already launched another attack at him.

So for a moment, he became a spider, jumping and leaping around the place in all sorts of manners.

Dammit!

His opponent was a hard one!

Marcus squinted his eyes coldly and kept throwing all 17 daggers on his body, making Killian dance.

~Thup! Thup! Thup! Thup!~

~Slash!

Blood trickled across Killian's left arm as a blade brutally whistled through the air, only slicing the corner of his arm.

Hell!

If he didn't dodge in time, it would've been his heart!

His body quivered from shock, as the pressure from his opponent gave off was now greater than before.

This was bad.

If he couldn't shake Marcus off, he would no doubt die here!

.

Killian looked up and saw a swinging fist coming straight for him.

And with locked focus, he gritted his teeth and quickly drilled to the ground, doing a swinging feet motion, intending to clear his opponent.

But Marcus was faster.

The moment his legs were cleared, he leaned back and used his hands to cartwheel to the back severally.

He looked at Killian in shock, not believing that the guy would be able to touch him.

Heh. In all his life, when he was out in Pyno, none of his opponents could ever get touch, even his clothes during battle.

But yet, this guy had managed to sweep him off his feet.

Impressive.

That's right. Marcus had to admit that the guy had some potential.

But if he thought that was enough to take him down, then think again!

.

Marcus stood on the other side of the hallway calmly: "I must say... I quite enjoy this little battle of ours. But now, I'm about to get serious with you. That said, I would like to know your name. At least, I'll honour you by telling your name to many when I retell the tale of how a lowly Pyno beggar managed to touch me."

Killian, who was breathing heavily at the side, suddenly doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

So in this guy's mind, it was an honour to be remembered as such? And who the hell was he calling a beggar?

Tch! He had heard about the arrogance of these Morgs.

And in all honesty, he had never fought a Morg before.

This was actually his first serious mission as a newly titled Army Captain.

Yes. It wasn't long ago that he got promoted.

And as one might know, the Army had well informed several people of their T.O.E.P group.

It was military information that was studied detailly.

Additionally, Language and Spy Accent classes were also given out by the professionals studying how the Morgs, Pirates and other prisoners in the Prison spoke.

From Whitebeard's accents to Canibal pirate Morgs, captured T.O.E.P Morgs, and even those from Veinitta like Prince Skye... Professionals studied then all.

Infiltration in the future would be the key.

That said, this was the only way he knew that Marcus was a Morg.

The accent was so heavy.

It was just like back on earth where one could recognize a British accent from a North American one.

Thus, he knew that Baron Cain was getting help from the Morgs.

And the moment Marcus indirectly confirmed his suspicions as a T.O.E.P member, everything made even more sense.

.

Now, feeling Marcus' pressure, he knew that he was no match for him.

Marcus just said he was about to get serious.

So did it mean that all this time, he had been lax?

For the first time, Killian felt like he was genuinely knocking on death's doors.

That's why he suddenly laughed out crazily, Marcus just looked at him like a crazed person.

"Hahahhahahahahhaha!"

"Oh? Have you realized that your death is near and have now decided to accept reality?"

Killian, who had been laughing his lungs out, suddenly smiled broadly at Marcus.

"You know... I just realized something.

Maybe the routines I've faced during other missions have always been somewhat smoother because I didn't meet people like you.

Or, maybe it's because I still have a lot of improvements to do.

But there was always a second option that I kept forgetting.

And with the distance between us now, I finally realized that I still had this option to use."

~Peeu! Peeu!

-Silence-

Marcus's eyes widened in horror as his hands subconsciously reached for his chest in disbelief.

"You! You! You!..."

Marcus couldn't believe it!

But sadly, reality always slapped people hard in the face.

And in not more than 3 seconds, he fell.

~Plop.

Killian looked at the fallen Marcus coldly.

"Second option. If one can't take in a prisoner during war, why suffer?

kill!"