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As the old man's mind descended into madness, the hovering Giant Roulette seemed to lose control, gradually halting its crushing descent, its surface dimming to an almost imperceptible glow, as if it might vanish at any moment.
Seizing this opportunity, the Five Guardians quickly withdrew.
In just that brief moment, all five were severely injured, their clothing nearly shredded by Blade Light. The Intermediate-level skill unleashed by a Level 4 Intermediate expert was not something they could withstand.
At the same time, Hawk's figure emerged from a patch of darkness, surrounded by a mist-like shadow, making Sean Sterling appear as if he were a soul-reaping specter from the underworld.
"Thunderous Merchant Guild, Dickra..." The harsh sound of metal scraping echoed as Hawk spoke without a hint of emotional fluctuation.
The old man coughed up blood, his murky eyes fixed intently on Hawk's figure. With a somewhat stern tone, he said, "Since you know my identity, it would be best to end this matter here. Otherwise, it will surely provoke conflict between our two factions." By the end of his words, the old man seemed to gain some confidence, his expression cold.
In response to such a threatening statement, Hawk remained unusually calm. Without uttering a word, he lightly flicked his wrist, and a beam of Cold Light shot out in an instant, like a flash of aurora.
The sudden turn of events sent a jolt through the old man’s heart. Without hesitation, he activated his movement technique, twisting his body like a snake. A series of afterimages flashed as he narrowly avoided the swift strike aimed at him.
Already gravely injured, the old man found himself bleeding profusely again due to the hasty use of his technique. However, before he could catch his breath, several more piercing sounds filled the air as sharp blades rushed towards him with lethal intent.
"This person’s attack methods are incredibly cunning; I cannot continue to endure this." Resolute in his thoughts, the old man realized that continuing to evade would lead to certain death; he had no choice but to fight back.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, the old man's hunched figure suddenly radiated blinding white light. Waves of erratic energy rippled around him like a howling tempest, stirring up sand and stones in a terrifying display.
At that moment, several chilling flying daggers were already closing in.
With a screeching sound! Sparks flew as metallic friction filled the air.
The razor-sharp flying daggers, known for their devastating lethality, faced the formidable energy whirlwind but only maintained their initial momentum for an instant before seeming to sink into quicksand, their Speed drastically reduced.
Although the daggers still contained Hawk's infused energy, after passing through layers of energy whirlwinds that diminished their force, their power had been weakened by ninety percent.
Finally, with a few faint sounds, several flying knives merely pierced the old man's clothing slightly before being swept away like leaves in the wind.
"Hmph, forcing me to use Forbidden Techniques, which will shorten my lifespan. Hawk, you cannot stop me today.
This Forbidden Technique is called Storm Battle Body; you must have heard of it. With your flying knives, you can no longer threaten me in the slightest. If you don't want to end up with both sides suffering, it's best to let me leave. Otherwise..."
"Swish."
Suddenly, a Cold Light surged forward, forcing the old man's unfinished words back into his mouth.
"You... deserve to die!" Faced with Hawk, who was impervious to reason, the old man was furious, his brows furrowing. He immediately stopped talking nonsense and with a flick of his arm, the Giant Roulette floating in the air suddenly shrank and transformed into a Short Curved Blade in his hand.
With a reverse slash, he struck down like Moonset and Starfall. With a clang, sparks flew as Hawk's casually shot flying knife was intercepted mid-air.
Having succeeded in his strike, the old man stepped forward swiftly, his figure drifting towards Hawk like smoke. Since there was no room for retreat and he was heavily injured, he could only attack fiercely to force Hawk back if he wanted any chance of escape.
Facing the old man who charged at him with a storm of energy, Hawk showed no sign of fear. His body shrouded in shadows seemed to exist in another world. Suddenly, he waved his right hand lightly, and a mist appeared out of nowhere.
This ability to conjure mist from thin air made the old man hesitate and dare not act recklessly; he quickly halted his advance. However, in just an instant, the mist dissipated and the spot where Hawk had stood was empty.
"Oh no." A chill ran through the old man's heart as he wasted no time in executing his movement technique, darting around without any pattern.
Surrounded by a storm of energy, the old man resembled a tangible whirlwind as he roared through the courtyard. The five Guardians nearby who were recovering from their injuries immediately fled in panic.
No joke; they didn't have the courage to confront an enraged Intermediate Level 4 powerhouse.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! As the old man passed through, dust flew up and trees toppled over as if he were a bulldozer.
After rampaging through the courtyard for a while, the old man's speed slightly slowed as he noticed that the anticipated fierce attack had not occurred and Hawk's figure had also vanished. It seemed he thought of something and hesitated slightly before pulling out a dark green special lens from his pocket.
At this moment, the old man had roughly guessed the situation.
This trap had been set long ago, and his actions had been anticipated by the other party. The fact that he had yet to see Brent was a clear indication that Amy had betrayed him, and the Moonlight Powder had fallen into their hands, used to lure him into a trap.
Given this, the location of the Moonlight Powder could only be in two places: either in that room he had just left or with Hawk himself.
Although it seemed like a long time for the old man to process these thoughts, it was actually just a brief moment.
Having figured out the sequence of events, he let out a cold snort in anger and raised his arm to cover his eyes with the emerald lens. However, before he could complete his movement, a deafening explosion shattered the air, causing his heart to skip a beat.
"Not good!" A sense of extreme danger surged from deep within him. It was probably too late to evade now. The old man frantically urged his energy to strengthen his Storm Battle Body's defenses, but before the energy within him could fully gather, an overwhelming pain accompanied by a powerful impact suddenly struck him.
Crack!
With the sound of bones breaking, the old man's hunched body was sent flying as if struck by a giant hammer, blood mist and flesh scattering through the air, while the energy storm surrounding him dissipated instantly.
Witnessing this sudden turn of events, the five Guardians who had been hiding nearby felt a chill in their hearts but quickly revealed expressions of joy.
Such an opportunity to strike a fallen opponent lay before them; if they did not act now, they would achieve nothing afterward.
At that moment, the five exchanged glances and understood each other without words. They moved swiftly, transforming into streaks of light as they rushed toward where the old man had landed.
Hawk showed no reaction to their opportunistic behavior; he merely revealed himself and observed calmly. For him, completing the task assigned by the Count was simple. The process did not concern Hawk; he only cared about the outcome.
Now that things had reached this point, Hawk confirmed that the mission was accomplished. The already severely injured old man would not have any chance to resist after taking another fatal knife strike.
And indeed, the old man's current state was truly pitiful.
Blood soaked the ground, with multiple knife wounds embedded in his body. Even more horrifying was the massive gaping wound in his abdomen—a dark hole that pierced through him completely, shattering even his spine into two pieces.
If it weren't for the tenacity of the Intermediate4 level warrior's life force, the old man would likely be dead by now.
However, not dying in a short time is the real torment. For the old man at this moment, this kind of excruciating pain is truly worse than death; he is in so much agony that he no longer has the strength to even convulse, and his life hangs by a thread.
Seeing this, the five approaching Guardians were at a loss for what to do. Looking at the Old Guy, whose body was covered in wounds and was nearly out of blood, they realized that if they struck him a few more times, he would surely die on the spot.
The five of them stared at each other, uncertain about how to proceed.
Without orders, they dared not take action to kill him.
Didn’t they hear that he was from the Thunderous Merchant Guild? That was a powerful organization; if they killed this man and word got out, the Thunderous Merchant Guild might very well come after them. The Aldra Family could easily sell them out to be dealt with.
After all, their own Earl Warren Edra had no intention of killing this Fellow. If they took matters into their own hands without permission, it would be a blatant slap in the face.
In their dilemma, all five turned their gazes toward Hawk, who stood behind them.
“Stop his bleeding and take him to the Earl's study,” Hawk said succinctly before vanishing from sight.
The five men felt as if they had been granted a reprieve and hurriedly set to work. If they delayed any longer, the Old Guy lying on the ground might just breathe his last.
Meanwhile, Bu was completely unaware of what was happening in the courtyard. He was anxiously pacing in the center of his study, as if there were nails in his chair.
Just moments ago, a guard had come to report that strong enemies were attacking.
This news made Bu Xin breathe a sigh of relief: “Great! A savior has arrived.”
But soon after, he began to worry again. What if Warren Earl was just boasting and couldn’t capture his savior? Wouldn’t he then be left staring blankly with no way out?
After all, the enemy's strength was indeed formidable. While Bu believed it was possible to repel them, capturing a Intermediate4 level warrior alive seemed rather unbelievable.
In Bu Xin, there was constant prayer, hoping that Warren Earl would send more personnel to ensure that everything would go smoothly.
However, the scene that unfolded next left Bu in despair. After hearing the report from the guards, Warren Earl merely responded with a barely perceptible "hm" and waved the guards away, seemingly not taking the matter seriously at all.
As a result, while Warren Earl remained calm, Bu began to feel anxious.
The main issue was that Warren Earl's extremely indifferent expression was truly intimidating; it clearly showed that he did not regard an Intermediate Level 4 powerhouse as a threat and was completely confident in his ability to handle the situation.
This naturally caused some concern within Bu Xin. If even an Intermediate Level 4 powerhouse could not escape from the Aldra Family, what chance did he have of saving himself?
Even if he managed to break through to Intermediate, it would be difficult for him to escape Warren Earl's control.
With a sigh in his heart, Bu Qiang dispelled his gloom, and his gaze gradually became resolute.
He would not give up until the very last moment; even if it came down to the final step, he would not retreat in weakness.
Since he had been given a different life experience, then in this life, he would seek to live it passionately!
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