The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1411: Hidden Enemies

Ever since Klaus exposed Rask’s weakness to the crowd, everyone realized it was just a question of time until the unfortunate guy met his end.

As Klaus soared through the air, the observers witnessed the intense agony Rask endured from his strikes. Therefore, finding him lifeless at this point didn’t shock them excessively.

Admittedly, numerous individuals hadn’t foreseen this conclusion, but with it unfolding, they came to terms with the result.

Nevertheless, the way Klaus discarded the bow and used the enemy’s own tool to finish him off proved startling.

Rask gained fame for crushing the skulls of his foes, so perishing in a similar fashion appeared as if fate had exacted its revenge at last. Evidently, he never anticipated such an outcome.

Klaus let go of the hammers and departed the arena.

This marked merely the initial fight, yet his supporters were already roaring in celebration as if he had claimed victory in the Blood Tournament once more. Countless had wagered on him successfully, making this result one they enthusiastically celebrated.

The sole drawback, though, lay in the fact that influential figures began to take notice of him.

The moniker Blood Sword, despite his status as a minor offender merely months prior, now played a role in a grand scheme initiated by Supreme Elder Juo.

Attracting the attention of a Supreme in these times typically spelled disaster. Yet, surprisingly, it proved beneficial. The heads of the criminal underworld had spotted him and were monitoring the tournament.

Blood Sword served as their unpredictable asset, prompting them to observe his full potential.

Imagine if the criminal underworld acquired its very own Renegade Hunter—wouldn’t that stir things up?

Certainly, this possibility would only arise provided the Heavens Court failed to eradicate him prior to his rise.

While Klaus headed back to his quarters, the assorted covert operatives assigned to surveil him started to emerge.

He had anticipated this development, thus instructing Icon to sweep the entire arena for shifts in energy signatures. Upon detecting an anomaly, she would perform a lookup to identify the nature of the intruders he faced.

He detected several presences, so upon stepping into his room, Icon commenced her briefing.

[Master, a considerable number of spies have been dispatched this round. Moments ago, I pinpointed three that merit our close watch.

One hails from the Heavens Court. He’s been embedded in a competing cartel for centuries, rendering him unsuspected even by Lord Varkos.

The next originates from the Mission Hall. He’s undertaking a confidential task to uncover details about you. Apparently, the Mission Hall seeks an additional figurehead beyond you, aiming to enlist Blood Sword.]

‘The irony there,’ Klaus grinned. ‘If only they realized I’m the identical individual.’

[The Master truly is a multifaceted entity. Still, the final individual I detected poses a serious issue unless we devise a method to neutralize him.]

‘To what degree of trouble?’

[A major headache. Evidently, the Warrior Tower persists in suspecting you’re the Renegade Hunter or connected to him. Supreme Elder Juo holds grounds for this conviction, and despite your attempts to demonstrate otherwise, he intends to launch his personal probe.

The agent dispatched is an Immortal Emperor masquerading as someone else. He ranks among their elite, having executed numerous hits for the Warrior Tower.

His objective is plainly to verify if you’re that person. Thus, the Master needs to exercise utmost caution. There’s a strong likelihood he’s been ordered to eliminate you if you prove troublesome.]

‘That’s somewhat troublesome, though not unforeseen. I realized the instant that fool uttered those words, he’d marked me for pursuit. Yet, to imagine he’d dispatch someone of such caliber after me,’ Klaus exhaled wearily.

Supreme Elder Juo had evolved into an obstacle demanding resolution. Although direct confrontation remained impossible, Klaus needed to craft a warning that would strike deep into the soul.

‘Icon, this is our course of action...’

Time passed swiftly.

The matches pressed on until 9 pm when they halted for the evening. By that point, solely 24 contests had concluded. The remaining ones got deferred to the following day.

Klaus exited the arena toward the hotel he’d reserved beforehand. He had no intention of lingering for potential assailants.

Thus, he altered his appearance and slipped away. Icon had warned him that beyond the trio she noted, additional threats lurked, such as the immortals he’d bested and insulted during the auction several months earlier.

Within the arena’s confines, they couldn’t act against him. But outside, no regulations shielded him from their wrath.

Klaus understood this well, so he readied himself beforehand. They craved his demise, but lacking insight into the depth of their grudge, he’d monitor them for the present.

Once he gathered more intel on them, he’d begin eliminating them sequentially.

Back at the hotel, he and Icon devoted considerable effort to compiling proof against the Warrior Tower’s infiltrator. With sufficient material in hand, Klaus advanced to his subsequent scheme.

"Upload it, Icon. Inform the whole criminal underworld about his true character."

[As you wish, Master.]

Consequently, Icon disseminated all the data on the warrior dispatched to observe and potentially kill him. Within minutes, the revelation exploded across networks. Millions of outlaws swiftly learned of this peril.

Indeed, Lord Varkos got wind of it almost immediately, prompting him to send forces to eliminate the traitor.

However, upon reaching his presumed hideout, they discovered him vanished. He’d fled hastily, erasing every sign of his presence.

The intelligence rapidly disseminated far and wide, even to rival syndicates. In under five hours, the embedded traitor within the criminal underworld met his downfall.

He could never surface publicly again.

He’d invested years of toil to infiltrate key underworld figures. Single-handedly, he’d inflicted substantial harm, enough to earn accolades for exemplary service.

This also ensured the underworld’s deep-seated loathing for him, and with his cover blown, returning to espionage or securing safety became impossible.

He survived solely because Klaus permitted it. Klaus ensured the exposure reached him swiftly, affording ample escape time.

Yet, now that he had bolted, the Warrior Tower would confront an unforeseen revelation.

Klaus hadn’t released that post on a whim. He engineered it to prompt inquiries that would unveil critical details he desired to circulate.

Klaus didn’t merely publish the post; he orchestrated it to sow suspicion of an internal traitor within the Warrior Tower. This shift would redirect their focus from him toward mutual distrust.