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"Unfading God His whole family, you brat, quickly put my boss down, or once I catch you, I will definitely skin you alive and torture you." Suddenly, Elder in Black was seized by the neck by Bu, rendering him immobilized. The Three Guardian Elders finally came to their senses, while the Elder in Yellow, who had fallen to the ground, jumped up despite his injuries and shouted angrily.
"Why are we wasting time with him? Let's all attack together and kill him. I doubt he has the guts to strike lethal blows." Elder in Yellow was still shouting when another Guardian Elder dressed in a White Robe suddenly spoke. At the same time, a hint of something obscure flickered in the eyes of this White-Robed Elder, as if he had some ulterior motive.
Upon hearing this, the Black-Clad Guardian whose neck was being choked suddenly stiffened, his anger evident in his eyes. He forced himself to speak through gritted teeth: "Second Brother, what the hell do you mean by that?"
"What are you hesitating for? Hurry up and save our boss. I doubt this brat would dare to kill him." Before the words of the Black-Clad Guardian could finish, he was interrupted by the White-Robed Elder. The other three looked at each other in confusion.
"Second Brother... this doesn't seem right." The Green-Clad Guardian showed a hesitant expression, appearing indecisive.
"Third Brother, what are you talking about..." The White-Robed Elder noticed the hesitation of the Green-Clad Guardian and was about to persuade him when his words were interrupted by Elder in Yellow.
"No matter what, I do not agree. Second Brother, don't you think you're underestimating our boss? Or do you want him dead? Why don't you take his place?" The somewhat irritable Elder in Yellow glared fiercely, speaking aggressively.
As if struck by Elder in Yellow's words, the White-Clad Guardian's expression became somewhat unnatural, but he still tried to argue: "Fourth, you're wrong. I'm not against our boss; it's just that this is a task assigned by Earl Warren Edra. We must do our best to complete it.
If we set aside our mission for personal safety, that would be too disrespectful to what Earl Warren Edra entrusted us with.
Even if I'm being held by the enemy right now, I would prioritize the bigger picture and eliminate the enemy first." By the end of his speech, the White-Clad Guardian displayed a righteous demeanor and subtly signaled to the nearby Purple-Clad Elder.
"Nonsense... you're clearly..." Elder in Yellow was about to say something when suddenly, prompted by the look from the White-Clad Guardian, the Purple-Clad Elder interjected: "Hey hey hey, Fourth Brother, I think Second Brother's point is valid. If we keep arguing here and this brat regains his strength, won't that make things even harder for us? Look, Earl Warren Edra is watching us from behind."
With a light laugh, Bu thoughtfully observed the four old men before him. Their behavior clearly indicated that they had already divided into factions.
"Tsk tsk, it seems your life really isn't worth much. If that's the case, then keeping you around is useless?" Bu looked at the Black-Clad Guardian he was holding and shook his head mockingly before suddenly tightening his grip, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Ugh... ugh..." The face of the Black-Clad Guardian turned purple as he stared wide-eyed with bloodshot eyes. The overwhelming force tightening around his neck filled him with despair as he felt death closing in.
"Boss..." The Yellow-Clad Guardian cried out in alarm and rushed forward to intervene.
At that moment, Warren Earl, who had been outside the battle circle all along, suddenly spoke calmly: "Brent, stop."
The calm voice echoed from within the arena. The face of the Yellow-Clad Guardian lit up with joy as he immediately halted his movements and shouted at Bu without hesitation: "Brat, did you hear that? Stop now! Otherwise, no one can save your life."
After hearing Warren Earl speak, both the White-Robed Elder and the Purple-Clad Elder changed their expressions slightly and exchanged worried glances.
At this point, they naturally hoped for their boss to die at the hands of the enemy; otherwise, if he survived, wouldn't they be digging their own graves? Who wouldn't resent those who plotted against them? If their boss didn't die and sought revenge on them later on, it would certainly be troublesome.
Rising up, the White-Clad Guardian was too blinded by greed. Seeing his leader in the enemy's grasp, facing imminent death, he not only refused to help but also sought to make matters worse. His thoughts aligned perfectly with the Fourth, who wished for his leader's demise so that he could finally rise from being the long-standing second-in-command to take over as the leader.
It is important to note that the Aldra Family does not tolerate idleness; their hierarchy is strict. Guardians like him, who serve the family, may have a prominent reputation, but their actual status is quite precarious. Despite being five Guardians, their positions differ significantly.
In the Fran Continent, strength has always been revered, and the Aldra Family is no exception. Only those with real power can become Guardians of this family, and even among them, rankings are determined by strength.
The Black-Clad Guardian is the strongest among the five and rightfully holds the top position, being referred to as the Great Guardian.
This title of Great Guardian is not merely a name; it comes with substantial benefits. The resources allocated to the Great Guardian far exceed those given to the other four Guardians. Moreover, the status of the Great Guardian is highly esteemed; within the Aldra Family, apart from a limited number of six people, his words carry the most weight.
Even among fellow Guardians, such as the White-Robed Elders, decisions must primarily consider the opinions of the Great Guardian.
Thus, it is not surprising that the White-Robed Elder harbors such thoughts; after all, everyone acts out of self-interest. It is understandable for him to think this way, though it does come off as rather unseemly.
Meanwhile, in the arena, upon hearing a word from Earl Warren, Bu slightly eased his grip on Black-Clad Guardian's hand, allowing Elder in Yellow to breathe a sigh of relief.
Elder in Yellow's reluctance for Black-Clad Guardian to die was certainly not due to any deep emotional bond; it was purely for one reason: profit.
As Fourth in rank, if his leader were to die, he would find himself unable to ascend to a higher position and gain any benefit. Instead, he might become a target for White-Robed Elder due to his close ties with Black-Clad Guardian.
As they say, when the tree falls, monkeys scatter. Without Black-Clad Guardian as his support, this Fourth rank would be unable to handle any schemes from White-Robed Elder. The only way for him to secure his footing in the future would be to ensure Black-Clad Guardian's survival.
"What? Does Earl Warren Edra have any objections?"
A cold voice emerged from Bu's mouth as he raised an eyebrow and directed his gaze toward Warren Earl not far away. He held onto Black-Clad Guardian's wrist firmly as if it were made of steel.
At this moment, Bu was clad in a tattered Red Robe. Through the torn fabric, horrific wounds could be seen on his skin. After enduring several fierce battles, he was gravely injured; his status indicated that he was currently at 41% severe injury.
Despite his wounds healing rapidly overall, those inflicted by Hawk were recovering at an agonizingly slow pace—only achieving basic hemostasis. Whenever these wounds seemed on the verge of healing, strands of dark energy would emerge from them, complicating their recovery process.
The more this happened, the deeper Bu Xin's fear of Hawk grew. The opponent was elusive and had incredibly sharp attacks; moreover, after injuring him, the peculiar nature of Hawk's energy exceeded his imagination—it was truly insidious.
Even with his formidable Vampire Physique, he found it impossible to heal quickly; his typically monstrous recovery ability felt utterly suppressed by this strange black energy.
"Although I don't know when you acquired Intermediate strength, even so, I can still kill you effortlessly," Warren Earl said casually and unhurriedly.
Bu Qing chuckled softly without responding; he continued to grip Black-Clad Guardian's neck tightly. He believed that Warren wouldn't waste words without purpose.
At that moment, Wendy anxiously tugged at Warren Earl's sleeve, her eyes filled with pleading.
Warren Earl glanced at Wendy and then turned his gaze back to the Black-Clad Guardian, whom he held in his grip like a lifeless dog. He spoke in a calm tone, "I believe you are not foolish enough to kill my Aldra Family's Guardian. If you agree to one request of mine, for Wendy's sake, I can change my mind and spare you."
"Oh~ then I should be grateful to Earl Warren Edra for your mercy?" A scoff escaped from Bu, somewhat mocking, but upon seeing Wendy's sorrowful expression, his tone faltered slightly.
"Let's hear your request. If it involves establishing that so-called Blood Contract, then I think we don't need to discuss it further. Because that is simply impossible." Perhaps sensing Wendy's goodwill, Bu softened his tone a bit, but on principle, he would not yield an inch.
Warren Earl gave Bu a deep look, his eyes filled with pressure. The decision of whether to kill or spare had long been made; now it was merely a matter of delaying for more benefits. No one who offended the Aldra Family could live.
"My request is not for you to establish a Blood Contract. With your current Intermediate Level strength, you are barely qualified to cooperate with our Aldra Family. My request is that you continue to represent our Aldra Family in the Peak Showdown and must achieve a top ten ranking."
Warren Earl's words were shocking, leaving everyone surprised by what he said.
"What? Did I hear that right? You want me to continue representing your Aldra Family in the Peak Showdown? Do you actually trust me? Or are you insulting your own intelligence?" A series of rhetorical questions spilled from Bu's lips, his face filled with astonishment and confusion.
It was hard to believe; Warren Earl had always given him the impression of being cunning and calculating. Now he was casually letting him go. Moreover, the condition he proposed was not really a condition at all—aside from the challenge of achieving a top ten ranking in the Peak Showdown, there were no real constraints.
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