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Sensing an unparalleled sense of crisis, Bu Yi landed and immediately sprang into action. His palms rapidly contracted from the outside in, unleashing the Furious Cloud Palm infused with thick, dark energy.
The wind howled as the dense dark energy transformed into two black dragons soaring through the air. A tremendous force surged from Bu Shuang's hands, sweeping up layers of soil, stones, and bricks, violently rushing toward the approaching figure of Hawk.
Having broken through to the Intermediate level, the power of his Combat Skills was no longer comparable to that of lower tiers. Even though the Furious Cloud Palm remained at the fifth level, its power had increased significantly. However, despite this, facing the enigmatic Hawk left Bu with no hope of escape.
As he pondered this, the dual dragon-like winds from his palm thundered past, seemingly failing to strike anything tangible. Bu Shuang focused intently and looked closely, only to find that Hawk's figure had vanished without a trace.
Furrowing his brow, Bu quickly spread his Mental Power around him.
Just as he completed this action, he suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation in the air to his right. Alarmed, he prepared to strike with the dark energy in his hand, but Hawk was faster. Before Bu could fully raise his palm, a cold light slashed toward his throat.
At such close range and with such speed, without a moment's hesitation, Bu pushed off the ground and abruptly leaned back to retreat. Even so, he felt a slight chill at his neck as a sharp pain coursed through him; blood flowed as the blade's accompanying energy inflicted a wound.
In shock, Bu's palm swirled with dark energy as he unleashed a torrent of power without reservation. In an instant, he enveloped himself in a radius of several feet with violent gusts of wind.
If it hadn't been for his timely reaction just now, he would have already met his end.
Had it not been for his Bloodline Transformation granting him an Agility score of 51 and having previously spread Mental Power around him, he might not have even had a chance to react.
Hawk's attacks were lethal; even though they hadn't made contact with Bu's body, the overwhelming energy infused in the blade was astonishingly deadly. The condensed energy alone was enough to cut through flesh.
After missing his strike, Hawk showed no sign of emotion and coldly swung his blade again, disregarding the fierce gusts surrounding Bu. The small flying knife in his hand seemed like a death warrant—its strike demanded lives.
With several muffled thuds, Bu Shuang's palms were stained with blood as he was forced back repeatedly. A bone-chilling pain radiated from his hands as if his bones were breaking.
Faced with Hawk's razor-sharp Blade Light, even the energy-infused and hardened Furious Cloud Palm could not remain unscathed.
Feeling the increasing severity of his injuries, Bu's heart sank. Nearly a minute had passed since activating Bloodline Transformation; if he couldn't escape from Aldra Family soon, he would truly meet his demise here.
In the blink of an eye, Hawk suddenly threw the flying knife in his hand. A flash of light streaked by, arriving in an instant. A strong wind rushed towards Bu Shuang, causing her pupils to constrict as she instinctively turned her head away.
With a sharp whoosh, the sound of the knife cutting through the air echoed. Bu felt a wave of knife wind sweep past, leaving half of her face numb, blood trickling down her cheek to the corner of her mouth. The salty taste was unforgettable.
Before Bu could react to evade, another Cold Light shot towards her like a venomous snake striking, sending chills down her spine.
Thud! Flesh and blood splattered.
Caught off guard, the flying knife pierced through Bu's chest, the powerful impact sending her body flying seven or eight meters before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Cough... cough cough." A few mouthfuls of blood mixed with shattered internal organs spewed from Bu's mouth. The knife had punctured her lung, and she felt an excruciating pain as if her lung lobes were on fire. Breathing became incredibly difficult; each breath felt like magma entering her lungs, burning with sharp pain.
"Brent!"
Wendy's frail figure finally arrived. Seeing Bu continuously coughing up blood, the girl cried out in shock, tears welling in her eyes as she collapsed to the ground, looking sorrowfully at Bu's bloodied wounds, utterly at a loss.
Locke followed closely behind and glanced at Bu before silently positioning himself in front of them, his gaze fixed on the slowly approaching Hawk, his determination to protect his master evident.
Locke was well aware of Bu's abilities; this level of injury was not fatal. Moreover, judging by her strange appearance, it was clear she had used that secret technique from last time and was still tenaciously alive.
His only concern now was how to survive this ordeal.
Just as Locke and Wendy reached Bu's side, the Five Guardian Elders and Earl Warren also arrived at the scene, followed by a dozen expressionless Blood Robe Guards.
Upon noticing Earl Warren's arrival, Hawk halted his steps and silently vanished from sight, disappearing without a trace.
The sight of a living person vanishing so mysteriously left Locke pale with shock.
As a thief, he was very familiar with the means of Stealth. However, to disappear without any warning like the other party did was something Locke had never seen before. It could only be attributed to the legendary skill of thieves—vanishing—which exhibited such bizarre characteristics.
Not to mention the tumultuous waves rising in Locke's heart, but when Wendy saw her father's arrival, it was as if she had grasped a lifeline. She stood up and ran over.
“Father, you promised me that you wouldn't harm Brent. Are you deceiving me?” Wendy's voice was filled with sorrow, her eyes glistening with tears as she tightly grasped Warren Earl's sleeve, her expression pleading.
With a slight frown, Warren Earl glanced at the figure lying on the ground, coughing up blood, then shifted his gaze back to Wendy, speaking in a calm tone: “You don't need to concern yourself with this matter. It's late; you should go back to your room and rest.”
“No. Father, if you insist on killing Brent, I will never forgive you.” Seeing her father so resolute, Wendy displayed a look of despair, her emotions running high, and her voice became somewhat shrill.
Upon hearing this from Wendy, Warren Earl's brows furrowed sharply, his face turning extremely grim as he glared at the girl, his anger evident.
However, faced with Warren Earl's fierce gaze, the usually timid Wendy found an unexpected surge of courage and met his stare defiantly. The atmosphere became quite oppressive.
Noticing that the atmosphere in the arena seemed off, the Guardian Elders in yellow garments exchanged glances. One of them quickly stepped in with a forced smile: “Oh dear sister, you should listen to Earl Warren Edra. He is doing this for your own good.
I think it would be best for you to go back and rest. Who knows? After a good night's sleep, everything might be resolved.” The old man glanced at Warren Earl, relieved to see no sign of displeasure on his face. His smile widened as he fixed his hopeful gaze on Wendy.
Yet this performance was destined to be wasted on those who were blind to its intent.
At this moment, Wendy only had thoughts of protecting her beloved from any harm. She completely disregarded the old man's words and didn't even look at him.
The attempt at mediation went unheard by both parties. The Elder in Yellow appeared somewhat awkward, like a wilted flower. Nevertheless, he laughed it off and stepped aside, looking rather dejected while the other four Guardian Elders reveled in his embarrassment.
“Cough cough… Wendy, you don’t need to plead for him. This is between me and your father. Even if he spares me today, I will not spare him in the future.” Taking advantage of a brief respite, he struggled to suppress his internal injuries and slowly stood up, casting a cold glare at Warren Earl.
“Not spare me?” A contemptuous sneer appeared on Warren Earl's face as he shook his head and sighed: “I’m afraid you won’t have that opportunity. Today, I will not let you go.” With that statement, Warren Earl snorted coldly and lifted his chin slightly. The five Guardian Elders understood their cue and immediately charged towards him with sinister grins.
At the same time, a dozen Blood Robe Guards revealed a murderous intent on their faces, the sound of long swords being drawn echoed in unison. Amidst the flurry of movement, Red Shadows merged into one.
Locke furrowed his brows tightly, flipping his wrist to reveal a short dagger in his hand, positioning himself firmly in front of Bu.
“Locke, you should run. They are targeting me; there’s no need for you to stay here and die for nothing.” Looking at the slightly shorter figure ahead, Bu felt a warmth in his heart but decisively made his choice.
“Master, if we are to die, we die together. If you die and I’m still alive, how will others see me? I can’t even face myself if I abandon you.” This time, Locke did not obey Bu's command; instead, he appeared resolute.
“You idiot! If you stay here, you’ll only hinder me when I make my move. How can I escape? This isn’t the time for nonsense about loyalty; just run! Do you want to get me killed?”
Bu spoke rapidly, feeling both touched and exasperated.
Seeing the figures of the Five Guardians approaching, he couldn’t care less about anything else. He stepped forward and grabbed Locke’s arm. In Locke’s astonished gaze, he suddenly exerted force and threw him several dozen feet away.
“Run!” Bu turned back and roared at Locke, his tone leaving no room for argument. After uttering those two words, Bu dashed forward, his hands glistening darkly with blood as he directly confronted the approaching Five Guardian Elders.
“Hmph, think you can escape? Today none of you will survive!” The previously speaking Yellow-Clad Guardian suddenly sneered coldly, dodging Bu's incoming palm strike with a swift movement. He then leaped over Bu with a sharp gaze directed toward Locke’s position.
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