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On the way, after further detailed introductions from Locke, Bu Xin already had some ideas in mind.
According to the information revealed by Locke, the current strength of the Thieves' Guild, which is distributed within the Holy Order Alliance, was slowly showing a glimpse of its true power.
The strongest member of the Thieves' Guild currently stationed in the Holy Order Alliance is a terrifying Eight-Star Thief.
Such an existence could probably kill Bu Xin with just a finger.
Of course, such a Tough Guy would not lower himself to pay attention to Bu Xin.
After careful analysis by the two, it was concluded that after finding clues, the Thieves' Guild would only classify this incident as a two-star mission.
By this calculation, the thieves coming to hunt them down would likely not exceed two-star strength.
Thinking of this, Bu Xin felt a sigh of relief in his heart.
If they were merely two-star thieves, as long as their numbers weren't too overwhelming, he still had confidence in preserving his life and thus didn't need to worry too much.
The speed of the carriage was quick, and in just over ten minutes, they had covered a significant distance.
As they approached the final stretch to Sparta City, the distance was gradually closing with the continuous movement of the carriage. Perhaps within another day, they would reach their final destination.
After more than ten minutes of travel, Bu Xin's palm wound from being pierced by a dagger had already healed completely, while Locke's injuries were recovering at a painfully slow pace.
After such a long period of rest, Locke's physical condition still showed as severely injured in the status bar, with his recovery percentage only increasing from 4% to 45%.
This turtle-paced recovery effect left Bu Xin speechless while also marveling at his own strong recovery abilities.
During the frequent exchanges on the journey, the relationship between Bu and Locke had eased significantly. He learned from Locke about the ways to acquire Combat Skills, which he was very concerned about.
Some capable individuals become members of certain factions after passing their tests. By completing various tasks of differing difficulties, they accumulate merits and qualifications. Once their merits reach a certain level, they are granted Combat Skills.
Of course, this is just the most common way to obtain Combat Skills.
Locke mentioned that there are also skills created by powerful individuals from different eras. The strength of these skills varies, and the methods of acquisition are quite unique.
For example, someone who was feeling hopeless jumped off a cliff and ended up falling into a pool at the bottom.
As the saying goes, "Surviving a great disaster brings future blessings." This fortunate individual discovered a cave at the cliff's base. After entering, they obtained an incredibly powerful skill, which resulted in astonishing effects once mastered.
Another example involves a famous adventurer who, while being pursued by enemies, fled into a Forbidden Zone where survival seemed impossible.
While everyone was marveling at this tale, that well-known adventurer surprisingly made a strong comeback from what seemed like certain death, defeating his enemies with just a few punches and kicks. It was later revealed that he had acquired a Mysterious Combat Technique in that perilous place, which provided an extraordinary amplification effect on his combat power.
There were countless similar rumors, each more unbelievable than the last.
The melodrama of these legendary stories left Bu feeling utterly frustrated. Who was truly the main character of this era?
He was undeniably a transcendent being who had crossed over; why did he not possess such fortune? Bu sighed deeply in lamentation.
However, there was still good news.
Locke held multiple auctions in major cities each year, where numerous Skill Books were put up for sale.
This good news alleviated some of the gloomy feelings.
At least there was still hope; if things didn't work out, he could join a faction and learn a few skills to satisfy his cravings.
“Locke, how much longer until we reach Sparta City? I’ve had enough of this journey.”
The voice of Step suddenly came from the carriage, filled with impatience.
Locke drove the carriage steadily along the road. Hearing Step's impatient words, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Throughout the journey, Step had complained countless times; it seemed that his master truly disliked the feeling of being in a carriage.
He glanced at the scenery rushing by on both sides of the road before responding to Step with his unique dry voice.
“Master, we should be about two hundred kilometers away from Sparta City. It’s just past early morning now, and at our carriage's Speed, if nothing unexpected happens, we should arrive at Sparta City by dusk.”
“Dusk, huh? Fine, damn it, I’ll endure this tedious journey a little longer.”
Step cursed under his breath and lost interest in continuing the conversation.
He leaned back against the bench in the carriage again, closing his eyes to rest. However, this time his peaceful thoughts were likely to be interrupted once more.
“Whoa!”
Locke pulled on the reins, bringing the horses to a halt. The carriage following behind also came to a stop with a clatter of wheels.
As soon as the carriage came to a stop, Locke suddenly jumped down and looked toward the road ahead.
"What is...?"
While Locke was feeling puzzled by the scene in front of him, he was interrupted by Bu's voice.
"What's wrong, Locke? Is something amiss?"
Bu, initially startled by the sudden halt of the carriage, became curious when he sensed Locke's confusion through their master-servant bond and asked aloud.
Locke glanced at the scene ahead and replied helplessly, "Master, I am also puzzled. It seems there are two groups engaged in a fierce fight up ahead. You should come down and take a look yourself."
Creaking open, the carriage door was gently pushed aside, and Bu Wei lowered his head to step out.
After glancing curiously at the front, Bu jumped down from the carriage and took a few steps forward to observe the chaotic scene not far away.
He saw that the thunderous clash involved two groups of people, totaling about ten individuals.
At that moment, one side was on the defensive while the other launched lethal attacks with every move.
One group consisted of an elderly man with a dignified appearance known as the Elder in Yellow and two young men dressed in luxurious attire. Behind them, near their guarded carriage, were two Female Relatives.
The opposing group comprised seven individuals dressed uniformly in black clothing, their faces concealed by Black Scarves.
The group varied in height, each member moving with steady steps. In battle, their techniques were closely coordinated, putting constant pressure on the Elder in Yellow and the two young individuals alongside him.
Unless something unexpected occurred, the defeat of the old man's side was merely a matter of time. As for how the ruthless black-clad individuals would deal with them after their defeat, it was already evident.
Step calmly observed the intense fighting between both sides and had begun to discern their respective strengths.
Among these individuals, the Elder in Yellow possessed formidable strength at a Low-Level.
He alone managed to entangle four black-clad fighters; although he was at a disadvantage, he was temporarily unharmed.
The rest, whether the seven black-clad fighters or the other two young individuals, only had low-level strength at Level 1.
As for the two female relatives hiding by the carriage, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale and had not even reached low-level strength at Level 1.
The key to victory or defeat in this battle did not lie with the strongest Elder in Yellow but rather with the two young individuals who were desperately resisting the coordinated attacks from three black-clad fighters.
If these two young men could defeat the three black-clad fighters, they might still turn the tide of battle and join forces with the Elder in Yellow to repel the remaining four black-clad fighters.
Unfortunately, given their current disheveled state, they seemed incapable of shouldering such a responsibility.
The situation on the battlefield had become quite clear. Bu Xin hesitated, unsure whether to intervene and offer assistance.
He was already being targeted by the Thieves' Guild; if he continued to make enemies everywhere, his life would be in even greater danger.
However, if he chose not to act, considering how mercilessly the black-clad fighters were attacking, it was likely that once they eliminated the Elder in Yellow's side, they would immediately turn their attention to him and his companion, leaving no witnesses behind.
"Friends behind, I ask for your assistance. Afterward, we will surely reward you generously, so please... uh-huh."
An aged voice came from the front, mixed with a muffled groan.
Bu Xun looked over and saw the Elder in Yellow shouting towards him.
However, before the elder could finish his words, a flaw was detected by the enemy. A Hunchbacked Man in Black seized the opportunity and viciously pointed at him, striking his body.
From the force of that strike, it was evident that its power was formidable.
After being hit by this strike, it was as if the elder had been pierced by a sharp weapon; blood immediately gushed from the wound on his shoulder, and his impending words turned into a painful groan.
After severely injuring the Elder in Yellow, the Hunchbacked Man in Black shifted his gaze towards the two people in the distance, his eyes filled with a chilling warning and a hint of murderous intent.
"Master... we..."
Locke heard the elder's plea for help and glanced at the Hunchbacked Man in Black, who was warning them with a cold stare. He turned to Bu with some hesitation.
Bu understood Locke's unspoken thoughts very well.
At this moment, the situation in the arena was already quite clear, and the only variable was the two of them who were outside the battlefield.
However, Locke's serious injuries had not yet healed, so he was somewhat reluctant to get involved. But since the decision lay with Bu, he appeared somewhat uncertain.
"It's fine; your injuries are not healed yet. I will try to seize an opportunity to act later. You just stay here and don't get involved," Bu Wei said with a smile to Locke, his eyes shining brightly at that moment.
"Master, we can avoid getting involved; why take such a big risk?"
Locke sounded somewhat anxious, his rough voice coming out a bit sharp.
He was currently severely injured and lacked effective combat power, but if he allowed Bu to go into battle alone and something went wrong, he, as a Servant, would not fare well either.
"This risk is necessary. If we stand by and let those men in black capture them all, then it will be our turn to face the consequences."
Bu looked at the arena, seemingly talking to himself while also explaining to Locke.
Locke hesitated, wanting to say something but held back. Bu continued softly, "If that Old Guy hadn't called for help just now, I might have hesitated a bit.
But now, we must wade through this murky water. Those men in black have already started paying attention to us; if they free up their hands, we will likely be surrounded next. Given how ruthless they are when they strike, Locke..."
Bu glanced at the somewhat nervous Locke beside him.
With a sigh in his heart, Locke understood the implication of Bu's words.
He nodded and reluctantly expressed his agreement.
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