Chapter 379: Chapter 379: A Cornered Dog Will Leap Over the Wall, Pull Out a Gun?
Just as Jayden was inwardly complaining, the remaining ten members of the ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’ had already stood in front of White Mitchell.

Wubu Flying Tiger Guard, the twelve flying tigers, were reputed to be the most elite force of the Martial Department.

Among the remaining ten, the one who led them was nothing less than a Titled War Tiger, a bona fide Titled War God.

The weakest among them also boasted the strength of a Half-step War God.

Judging by their strength, these ten individuals were prominent figures, even amidst the talent-ridden War Department.

If placed in the secular world, they would undoubtedly be dominant figures.

However, when facing White Mitchell now, they no longer dare to exhibit the disdain they had demonstrated earlier.

The moment White Mitchell disposed of Flame Tiger, these individuals saw him as an opponent of equal standing.

Even the strongest among them, War Tiger, harbored a shade of apprehension if he were to face White Mitchell alone.

Fortunately, they were a group of ten. Unless there were unforeseen circumstances, they should be able to deal with White Mitchell.

Thinking of this, War Tiger gave the other nine a look.

Seeing his gesture, the remaining nine understood immediately and quickly dispersed in different directions to surround White Mitchell.

It was a case of using their full strength even when hunting a rabbit – such was their current status.

“Don’t dilly-dally with him, we have more people, we can just wear him down!” As the encirclement was forming, War Tiger hastily admonished.

Upon hearing this, the other nine members nodded in agreement in silence.

Watching this scene, Jayden almost vomited blood in anger.

The mighty twelve flying tigers of the military department were actually resorting to these despicable methods?

It was disgraceful, truly disgraceful!

Would rather die standing than live kneeling, what the hell have I been teaching these good-for-nothing cowards all these years!

It was a pity that the ten ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’ outside couldn’t hear his voice. They were strictly implementing their so-called perfect tactics of victory.

They were prepared to wear down White Mitchell at all costs!

“If you all attacked with your full strength, I might have had more respect for you. Unfortunately, you chose this approach. You’ve completely discredited the name of the Martial Department!” White Mitchell said indifferently.

Hearing this, War Tiger at the forefront simply laughed coldly, replying in a nonchalant tone, “The victor is king, the loser is the villain, as long as I can kill you, the process doesn’t matter!”

“Really?” White Mitchell glanced at the still oblivious War Tiger, shook his head in disappointment, and violently moved his feet.

The next moment, White Mitchell, like a cannonball, darted out from his original position, rushing directly towards one of the ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’.

“Tyrant Tiger, be careful!” Seeing what was happening, War Tiger shouted out a warning urgently.

The alerted Tyrant Tiger was taken aback, quickly regaining his senses, but it was already too late.

White Mitchell’s hand, with a snap, was directly clasped on his throat, then effortlessly lifted him into the air.

With a loud bang, Tyrant Tiger’s entire body was smashed into the floor by White Mitchell.

In an instant, the floor displayed spider-web-like cracks, looking utterly horrid.

At this point, Tyrant Tiger had lost the strength to resist. His vision went dark, and he passed out.

Strong!

Savage!

Hisss!

The remaining nine ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’, witnessing this scene, were stunned, their eyes nearly popping out. They sucked in a breath of cold air while a chilling sensation instantly enveloped their hearts.

However, what surprised them even more was that having dealt with Tyrant Tiger, White Mitchell swiftly closed in on another ‘Twelve Flying Tiger’ at lightning speed.

His speed was so fast, and his power so fierce, that it left no time for the opponent to react.

“Damn!”

Facing this situation, War Tiger’s heart sank, and a solemn expression instantly painted his face.

This time, before he could even open his mouth to warn them, White Mitchell had already sent two ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’ hurling through the air.

In just a single move, he incapacitated two of the ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’.

Such power can only be described as terrifying!

“Who the hell is this? Why is he so powerful? My information told me he’s a fledgling straight from prison!” one of the ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’ exclaimed in shock.

Before he had time to react, though, he was swiftly defeated by White Mitchell.

“What kind of prison could train such a strong fighter?”

The remaining six ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’ were awestruck. They looked at White Mitchell as if he was the grim reaper himself.

“Didn’t the Martial Department teach you to uphold the law?!”

“Didn’t the Martial Department teach you to administer justice impartially?!”

“Do you remember your oath when joining the Martial Department?!”

What a bunch of losers!

The rapid-fire questions from White Mitchell left everyone speechless. In their stupefaction, three more men fell.

Now, only three of the ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’ were left, including Flame Tiger.

But at this moment, Flame Tiger had completely lost his will to fight.

He never expected that as the leader of the Twelve Flying Tigers with the strength of a Titled War God, there would be a day when he would be too scared to fight back.

Soon, White Mitchell disposed of the other two remaining ‘Twelve Flying Tigers’ with ease.

At this point, Flame Tiger was the only one left on the battlefield.

Watching his colleagues fall one by one, Flame Tiger was petrified, standing still in shock.

“Who…who the hell are you!?” On seeing White Mitchell, a surge of tumultuous feelings arose within Flame Tiger.

White Mitchell was no ordinary person. The information they had on him hardly covered the real extent of his abilities.

He must be concealing a substantial, terrifying, and breath-taking identity.

“You want to know?” White Mitchell looked at Flame Tiger with a nonchalant expression and then coldly said, “You are not worthy!”

With a loud rumble, Flame Tiger, who had the strength of a Titled War God and was the chief of the Twelve Flying Tigers, was blown away by a single punch from White Mitchell.

The entire process was smooth, without dragging on or getting messy.

Seeing this, all the Martial Arts Soldiers there were dumbstruck. Their eyes widened in disbelief.

How…how is this possible?

Considering that the Twelve Flying Tigers represented the Martial Department’s top fighting force, is it possible that they didn’t have the ability to fight back against White Mitchell?

This…

For a moment, the Martial Arts Soldiers exchanged glances, icy chills running down their spines.

At this time, Jeremiah Weiden, who started the entire feud, had a gloomy expression. Droplets of sweat were about to form on his face.

His personally-trained Twelve Flying Tigers had all fallen at the hands of White Mitchell. This was an unheard-of humiliation for him.

If word of this got out, he wouldn’t have a place in Sayon, let alone the Martial Department!

Upon thinking this, Jeremiah Weiden was filled with rage. He widened his panther-like eyes, which seemed to flash red. He glared at White Mitchell.

“Everyone! Command! Load your guns!!!” Jeremiah Weiden, pissed with humiliation, gave a terrified order.

The Martial Arts Soldiers looked at each other. They hesitated, but eventually obeyed Jeremiah Weiden’s orders and slowly raised their weapons.

At this time, White Mitchell looked at the cluster of gun barrels. He shook his head and sneered, “What? Are you desperate enough to draw your guns?”

On hearing this, Jeremiah Weiden’s eyes shot two chilling glints like sharp swords, pointed at White Mitchell: “Enough talk, Mitchell. Even if you have supernatural power, you won’t be able to escape from here today!

Anyone who dares to offend the Martial Department, White Mitchell, you’re digging your own grave!”

Digging my own grave?

On hearing this, a playful smile curled up on White Mitchell’s lips. Then he spoke, “Come on out. You’ve seen enough of the drama. Next, the task of cleaning up after yourself, you should do it yourself.”