Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

On the top floor, Martin looked shocked as he said, "He injured Mary."

Philip remained calm. He nonchalantly replied, "It's okay, Mary won't die."

His subordinates were not so easily killed.

Lloyd remarked, "Don't you think he's being too arrogant? How dare he say so! Does he dare to confront the entire Divine Doctor Association?" Philip replied, "He won't, and besides, his arrogance implies he's strong."

With that, Philip glanced at the dragon head ring on Sylvester's left hand.

This ring was a treasure.

Philip happily remarked, "I've won this round."

Martin looked at Philip, then shifted his gaze to the display screen, and said, "He passed the first level, but the second level might not be as easy." Lloyd raised an eyebrow with curiosity, and asked, "Martin, why do you say that?"

A smile flickered in Martin's eyes as he said, "Just watch."

In the elevator, Sylvester spat out a mouthful of blood.

He wiped his mouth casually, and his lips were curved in an insincere smile.

The equipment of the Divine Doctor Association was so powerful that they had injured Sylvester to this extent.

Just now, he had been fighting against it.

Sylvester calmed his breathing, and as the elevator slowly opened, he stepped out onto the third floor.

The third floor was still spacious, but unlike the second floor, it was pitch black inside, which made it hard to discern his surroundings.

Sylvester looked around and sensed a chilling aura spreading and the air filled with tension.

Suddenly, a powerful wind which was as strong as thunder came towards Sylvester.

With over a decade of martial arts training, it would be easier for him to withstand such a fierce wind.

Sylvester clenched his fists, narrowed his eyes, listened to the faint sound, and then swiftly dodged the attack.

Sylvester's speed was astonishing. His figure moved like a flying bat at night, weaving in and out of the darkness.

The opponent clearly didn't expect Sylvester to dodge his attack so quickly, so he hesitated for a moment.

But in that crucial moment, Sylvester seized the opportunity to counter the attack. After evading the opponent's attack, he kicked towards the person.

It was an incredibly powerful kick.

The opponent couldn't resist Sylvester's attack and staggered back a few steps.

On the top floor, Lloyd immediately understood why Martin said Sylvester might not pass the second level. This was Lloyd's subordinate, a man who had mastered oriental martial arts and possessed immense strength. Even internationally renowned assassins might not have the upper hand against him.

Although the third floor was dim, the top floor screen provided a clear view of what was happening on the third floor.

Yet, Sylvester managed to evade the attacks of Lloyd's subordinates.

Lloyd thought to himself that Sylvester was indeed skillful.

What Martin didn't know was that Lloyd's opinion of Sylvester was slowly changing.

Lloyd's subordinate was surprised to be pushed back, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes as he shouted, "All attack."

He wanted to see how many people Sylvester could defeat.

As soon as he spoke, a wave of people surged from all sides towards Sylvester.

Instantly, the entire third floor was filled with the sounds of continuous fighting.

Three minutes later, Sylvester towered over the crowd like a king, his feet were firmly planted on someone's chest, and his eyes blazed with bloodthirsty madness. How exhilarating!

Sylvester hadn't enjoyed a fight like this in a long time.

Others fell to the ground and were writhing in pain.

Lloyd watched on the screen as all his subordinates were defeated within three minutes. His face turned pale, and he was unable to sit still. He stood up and headed downstairs to the third floor.