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"Such incredible strength!" Seeing Kalandor's fierce punch being easily deflected by the opponent, Locke and the others changed their expressions. However, with Wendy in the opponent's hands, it was not the time for hesitation. They all shouted in unison and charged forward.
"Ah!" Kalandor roared in anger. Being mocked for his pride in Speed made him furious. Ignoring his right fist being held, he unleashed another punch with his other hand, golden light erupting as he struck out like a cannonball, the extreme Speed creating a sonic boom.
"Too slow, too slow," a relaxed and indifferent voice echoed. The stranger smiled as he gently pulled Kalandor's fist to the left.
With that gentle force, Kalandor found himself unable to resist; his body lost balance, and his punch barely missed the stranger's head by an inch. That inch was enough to feel the pressure from the powerful wind generated by his punch.
"Got you!" Kalandor's face lit up with joy. However, the next moment revealed the stranger smiling as he gently pushed Kalandor's right fist away. In that push, a burst of speed even faster than Kalandor's erupted, creating a series of afterimages.
With just one push, Kalandor's right fist was sent flying back, striking him with unrelenting force. He let out a muffled groan as a powerful impact hit him.
This impact was not brutal; instead, it carried a certain gentleness that caused him to stagger backward. His left punch fell apart without any force, and he could only watch helplessly as his body moved further away from the opponent, blocking the path of Reynold and others who were rushing over.
"How are you? Are you okay?" Reynold steadied the stumbling Kalandor, his expression suddenly turning serious.
At this moment, he realized that the opponent did not seem to harbor any ill intentions. At least during their exchange, given the opponent's strength, he could have seriously injured Kalandor, but he had held back. Even that seemingly powerful push was executed with skillful finesse, using leverage to repel Kalandor without causing harm.
"Damn it! Who are you? I advise you to release my sister-in-law; otherwise, when my boss returns, you'll be in for a world of hurt. Don't think you can act tough just because you're strong. My boss is the strongest among the new generation of students at Holy Light Academy. Even Kaibo, one of the Top Ten Silver Stars, has suffered at my boss's hands. Are you stronger than Kaibo? Let go of my sister-in-law now."
Kalandor realized that the opponent had indeed shown mercy. However, as a righteous youth saving a loli beauty from peril, he would never bow down to any "evil forces." He shouted loudly with an air of righteousness.
"Pfft!"
In the arms of the stranger, Wendy covered her mouth and laughed softly. Compared to the tension of Kalandor and others, she felt quite happy because just moments ago, a familiar voice had reached her mind through Mental Power, bringing her comfort and amusement.
The tall stranger was none other than Bu. His appearance could change; his aura could shift; even his height could vary. But one thing remained constant: his heartbeat and gaze—those were what mattered to Wendy, what she was familiar with.
At this moment, Bu had an odd expression on his face as he listened to how powerful Kalandor claimed he was. This feeling of exaggeration was simply delightful.
"Is your boss really that strong? Is he a High-Level Giant?" Bu teased playfully.
"Uh." Kalandor paused for a moment before shaking his head. "No, my boss is only at the Intermediate level but..." At this point, Kalandor became serious and said sternly: "Although he appears to be only at the Intermediate level on the surface, I suspect he is hiding his true strength. A character like you? He could take on ten of you!"
With that, Kalandor shot Bu a disdainful glance as if to say that while Bu could bully him, facing his boss would be another story entirely.
"Take on ten?" Bu was taken aback. He couldn't understand why Kalandor idolized him so blindly that he would make such absurd claims. It seemed that before leaving, he had only displayed enough strength to defeat someone at level four of the Intermediate rank at most.
"Friend, if you wish to drink and chat, could you please set aside this lady in your arms? We are unclear about your intentions. If there is anything from the past that has offended you, please let us know. However, this lady is kind-hearted and innocent; she must not have wronged you. I kindly ask you to show mercy!"
While Bu was conversing with Kalandor, Reynold and the others were observing from the side. At this moment, they had realized that the suddenly appeared stranger bore no ill will. Not only did he lack malice, but he also gave them an oddly familiar feeling, yet none of them recognized this Fellow.
However, whether the other party had malicious intent was still a matter of speculation. To be safe, Reynold stepped forward sincerely and bowed. With Wendy in the stranger's hands, they had no choice but to lower their heads.
"You can release this young lady, but I have developed some interest in your leader. Since he hasn't returned yet, let's see how you fare against me. If you can force me to use my right hand, I will naturally let her go."
Bu spread his left hand. In his embrace, Wendy remained quiet and still, showing no signs of resistance or struggle. This strange scene led Reynold and the others to interpret it as Wendy being restrained by some means, having lost all ability to act.
"You're quite bold! Are you really suggesting that you would challenge all of us with just one hand?" Ivan, who had been silent until now, suddenly shouted out in indignation.
"Challenge all of us with one hand?" Kalandor's eyes lit up; he felt that if they truly followed Ivan's suggestion, he might have a chance for redemption.
"Ivan is still as shameless as ever!" Bu chuckled in disbelief. However, this suited his purpose perfectly; upon returning this time, he wanted to see how much his brothers had improved. He raspily laughed and said, "Come at me together. If you can force me to use my right hand, I will consider myself defeated and let this lady go."
"No way!" As soon as Bu finished speaking, Ivan rebuked him with a serious expression.
"What’s wrong?" Bu asked curiously.
"You’re holding my lady in your arms; that’s like using her as a human shield—no, I don’t mean she’s a human shield! What I mean is that you must release her before we dare to attack you and force you to use your right hand." Ivan's tone shifted several times throughout his statement until he was nearly red-faced with anger.
"Let her go," Bu said as he glanced down at Wendy and pretended to ponder for a moment.
"What? Are you afraid?" Bu feigned surprise.
"Hmph! I knew it! You boast so much but when it comes down to it—"
"I can let her go; however, I will seal her Acupoint so she cannot move freely. If any of you can approach her under my interception, then that counts as your victory. Of course, if you force me to use my right hand, that also counts as your win. I will still fight all of you with just one hand."
Ignoring Ivan's continued provocations, Bu spoke up and stepped back while holding Wendy in his arms until he reached the spacious courtyard. Seeing this, Reynold and the others hurriedly followed him out.
"Wait for me here; don’t wander off! I want to see how much their strength has grown," Bu released his hold on Wendy with his right hand and sent out a Mental Power transmission with a smile.
Wendy blinked twice; her long eyelashes sparkled under the sunlight like a charming doll.
"Alright, we’ll stop here. You can all attack together now." Bu's long hair flowed gracefully as he gestured invitingly with one hand. At this moment, his hair was not black but rather an unusual silver color that complemented his ethereal demeanor.
"Your heart is set," Reynold slowly drew his long knife from his waist and quickly entered a combat stance without being affected by Bu's arrogant demeanor.
"Go!" With a fierce shout from Kalandor, three figures rushed out.
Reynold held his blades with both hands, his gaze sharp as lightning. Gordon remained expressionless, also holding a blade behind him, while Kalandor closely followed the two, his eyes firmly locked on Bu and intently watching Wendy, who was behind Bu.
He needed to seize the opportunity; once Reynold and the others engaged Bu even for a moment, he would decisively abandon the attack and use his incredible speed to close in on Wendy.
"Stealth!" Ivan and Locke clasped their hands together and simultaneously whispered, causing the air to slightly distort as their figures vanished from sight, entering a state of invisibility. They circled around the battlefield, approaching Wendy's position.
"Stay put!" The only one who did not move was Amy. Seeing everyone rush out, she huffed at Daisy beside her, brandishing her short sword as she sprinted out—not towards Bu but directly at the stationary Wendy.
Her strength had improved over this period, reaching a quasi-mid-level stage. However, she knew that with her lack of combat experience, joining the fray would only complicate matters for the others. Thus, she wisely chose to avoid direct confrontation.
Kalandor and his two companions were like a sharp blade, their momentum overwhelming. Meanwhile, Ivan and Locke lurked in the shadows like venomous snakes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike a fatal blow to their enemy.
Among these six people, two had reached mid-level strength while the other four were at quasi-mid-level.
Even for an intermediate-level four expert facing them alone, it would be impossible to prevent anyone from getting close to Wendy.
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