Since twelve years ago, when the kingdom was in chaos and blood was everywhere, that terrifying swordsman used the tip of his sword without any principles or emotions to carve out a territory in Black Street, the newly born Black Street Brotherhood and the long-standing Blood Bottle Gang in the capital were like two evil dragons that would not rest until one of them died. They fought to the death for the hegemony of Eternal Star City and even Constellation's underworld.
As time went by, especially in recent years, the Black Street Brotherhood gradually grew from a young dragon into a giant dragon with sharp fangs and fierce claws. They were on par with the Blood Bottle Gang, who originally had the upper hand, and they stood on equal footing. During the long struggle, the two gangs also gathered a group of terrifying people outside the kingdom's field of vision. They stirred up a huge wave of blood in the underworld.
Among them, the dozen or so powerful fighters from Black Street Brotherhood and the dozen or so elites from Blood Bottle Gang became the frontlines of the struggle between the two gangs. They represented the most promising youths and the most promising newcomers. Compared to the Brotherhood's three mysterious legendary assassins, the six powerhouses who rarely fought, the Blood Bottle Gang's two terrifying Mystics, and the strange eight Psionic Warriors, even the child beggars were familiar with the names of these young and powerful fighters.
The bald Sven was the most mysterious of the twelve elites from Blood Bottle Gang, who were known as the 'Strongest Twelve' (there were only twelve of them left at the moment). He was in charge of collecting Blood Bottle Gang's debts and rarely showed his face in large-scale battles. That was why no one said that his martial arts skills and combat abilities were great. However, he had stood tall for five years in the bloody battles between the gangs. At the same time, many of the powerful fighters from the Brotherhood who had fought against him had already turned into white bones.
Jala did not say anything. She only exercised her wrist.
"Dorno was an idiot. The idea of using corpses to ambush us was also very disgusting. However, I still have to thank him for his death. Otherwise, I would not have known that we had an uninvited guest."
Sven smiled in an ugly manner. He removed his terrifyingly large mace from his shoulders and spun it back and forth with both hands as if it was effortless.
Jala suddenly disappeared from the spot.
The bald Sven smiled without a care. He then turned around and swung his mace fiercely.
* Ding! Clang!
The spiked mace, which was twice as thick as a normal person's arm, collided head-on with two Wolf Limb Blades, causing Jala, who had rushed to the left and was prepared to launch a surprise attack, to lose her balance and fly backwards!
Thales' heart clenched.
Fortunately, Jala managed to maintain her balance in the air. With a beautiful backflip, she landed on the ground.
The bald Sven gritted his teeth and swung his weapon, as if he was swinging a baseball bat from Thales' previous life.
'What terrifying strength …' Thales suddenly found it a little strange. If it was just great strength, then why was Spencer rumored to be so mysterious?
"What a terrifying speed. But if I knew of your existence, it wouldn't be that difficult to stop you with my battle instincts."
Sven's hideous nose trembled along with his smile. It was a frightening sight.
Jala did not speak. She only disappeared again. The next moment, she appeared in front of Sven's left foot.
He thrust out his twin sabers.
However, Sven merely tapped his feet on the ground and moved his body to the side. Then, using his body's inertia, he smashed his hammer down again!
Bang!
The spiked mace smashed into the stone floor, sending a shower of gravel flying!
On the other hand, Jala barely managed to roll to the side and avoid the fatal blow.
"To think that there would be such a crooked blade. What a rare weapon. Come on, little girl. It doesn't matter if you are an assassin or a killer. When you're dealing with a prepared enemy, the sneak attack you're so proud of is useless."
Jala crouched on the ground as if she was thinking of a countermeasure.
"What will you do? You won't charge at me head-on, will you?
After all, if you want to enter Red Street Market, this is the only way. "
Sven had been using words to disturb Jala.
Thales became increasingly nervous. He knew that at the moment, Jala was the only person he could rely on to cross Red Street Market and escape from the Brotherhood. However, at that moment, he was more worried about Jala's own safety.
And Sven's mysterious reputation.
Jala's expression was hidden behind the protective goggles. However, she seemed to have made up her mind about something. She slowly stood up and flipped the Wolf Limb Blades in her hands at the same time.
'It's been so many years.' Jala laughed bitterly in her heart. 'Do I still have to use this blade?'
Thales gulped nervously. He had seen Jala's ghostly nimbleness and terrifying speed, but when faced with the bald Sven, who was obviously strong, would her Wolf Limb Blades still be useful?
Then …
Jala did not disappear again.
She faced Sven's front and charged forward.
Thales almost screamed out loud.
The two blades were positioned in front and behind. The front blade went straight for Sven's throat, while the back blade moved in the direction of the spiked mace.
"A head-on attack? Don't even think about asking for death! "Sven roared excitedly and swung the sledgehammer at Jala!
* Whoosh! * The spiked mace whistled through the air as it went towards Jala's waist while she was running.
'Later, I'll have to properly deal with this pretty girl by my side … Huh?'
Sven was shocked to see that this time, Jala did not block or retreat!
The moment the mace was about to hit her, her flexible body stretched out at an impossible angle!
Facing the spiked mace in front of her, Jala did a forward somersault that shocked Thales so much that his jaw dropped. She barely avoided the incoming spiked mace!
Even Sven was astonished.
'This body movement … How did she do it?'
The attack was not over yet.
The female bartender gently pressed the back blade against the spiked mace, and with Sven's great strength, she leaped onto the bald man's left shoulder!
Then, the front blade slashed downwards!
The modified curve of the blade allowed the Wolf Limb Blades to slash at Sven's left neck faster, more forcefully, and more fatally than normal blades.
* Rip! *
Sven roared and retreated. At the critical moment, he avoided being hit in a vital spot, but blood still gushed out from his left shoulder.
'Did this person completely give up on defense and use risky dodges to attack head-on?
Doesn't she know that one mishap and she'll be dead? '
But Jala did not show mercy after gaining the upper hand. With a tap of her foot, she continued her attack!
She turned sideways again and dodged the tip of Sven's hammer by a hair's breadth.
The Wolf Limb Blades in her hands followed their master and spun towards Sven.
There was another flash of blood. This time, Jala cut open the bald man's right rib!
Then, the next slash came!
She charged head-on and perfectly displayed the agility and flexibility of her body. She faced Sven's terrifying attacks, and every time she was about to be hit by the mace, she would move and dodge. There were a few times when Thales saw the tip of her nose narrowly brush past the rusty nails on the spiked mace.
At the same time, the rhythm and speed of Jala's attacks did not decrease in the slightest. In fact, it was even more fatal than when she launched a sneak attack.
On the other hand, even though Sven roared repeatedly and his momentum was astonishing under her relentless and extremely dangerous attacks, even Thales could tell that he was already in dire straits and was in a pinch as his body continued to bleed from the injuries he sustained.
'This can't go on!' Sven thought in panic. 'How can she not make mistakes when dodging by a hair's breadth?'
* Clang! *
Sven roared angrily and used all his strength to block an attack. Then, he rolled to the side in a pathetic manner (Imagine a big man like a bear being forced to roll on the ground by a slender girl who was only two-thirds his height) to avoid this round of attacks. Then, he quickly widened the distance between them.
"This … This is the Swift Killing Blade!"
This sentence was like a pebble that broke the surface of the water. It stopped Jala's continuous attacks and made the latter stop in her tracks.
"And the moves you used to kill Dorno were probably the Swift Killing Blade and the Instant Killing Blade!"
Sven panted violently. His face was filled with fear as he roared in disbelief, "The Swift Killing Blade … I have only seen it in the hands of the 'Blood Chant' Lodan Charleton a long time ago! You … You are a member of the Charleton Family, the 'Assassin's Flower'! "
Jala knelt on one knee without saying a word. This seemed to be her favorite posture to exert force. She only stared coldly at the big man.
"This is impossible!" Sven seemed to have suffered a blow. "After Kessel the Fifth succeeded the throne, the members of the Charleton Family fled Constellation and disappeared outside the country! Why are you here and standing on the Brotherhood's side?! "
He said in disbelief, "Wanted posters and bounties have been posted all over the Western Peninsula! How dare you come to Eternal Star City with the heavy crime of killing a member of the royal family! Aren't you afraid of being surrounded by the army and the Royal Guards?!
"No matter how strong the Charleton Family and Black Street Brotherhood are, can they withstand the wrath of the 'Iron Hand King' and all of Constellation?"
However, the bald Sven's angry tone suddenly softened in the next second.
"If I die here, your identity will definitely be exposed! The Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department will receive the news that the regicide family has returned to Constellation by tomorrow morning!
"Kessel the Fifth will not let you go! He will eradicate every descendant and bloodline of the Charleton Family!
"You can let me go," he said in a low voice. His tone was already begging. "I don't care about the Blood Bottle Gang's mission anymore. Just go there directly. As long as you let me go, I promise that I will leave Constellation tomorrow!
"I will also not expose your secret! I know what you are capable of!
"I do not want to provoke the Charleton Family!"
However, in the next moment, Jala once again dashed in front of him!
* Ding! * Shick! *
This time, Sven blocked the first slash. However, that slash seemed to have a life of its own. It changed its direction at a rapid speed in a bizarre manner. After it knocked against the head of his hammer, it actually avoided it without any resistance!
Jala's head and chest also changed directions like soft ribbons, avoiding the spiked mace in front of her.
'It's practically like a human body drifting,' Thales thought in his heart.
'What's going on?' Sven thought in shock. 'Why is the trajectory of this slash … unblockable?'
However, the blade in the female bartender's right hand did not stop moving. After changing directions, it returned to its original trajectory and went for Sven's neck even more fatally!
Until it cut into his throat.
Blood flowed everywhere.
Sven watched in shock as Jala calmly wiped the blood off the blade on Sven's clothes. Then, she quietly withdrew her blade.
The spiked mace in the bald Sven's hand fell gently.
"What is this … knife technique …"
Sven struggled, wanting to ask a question before he collapsed.
However, Sven could not finish his question.
At that moment, Thales felt as if he had returned to four years ago. In the trash pile behind Sunset Pub, there was an indifferent woman in front of him. She waved the blade in her hand and said to the dumbfounded Sven,
"It's a pity to use the Serial Killer Blade to kill a dog … Hey, brat, do you want to eat dog meat? Call me big sister, and you'll have dog meat to eat! "
The Serial Killer Blade. Thales knew that it was the Serial Killer Blade.
The last person who enjoyed this knife technique was a large Angry Wolfhound who had a small conflict with Thales. "We just had a heated debate about whether humans should be part of the Angry Wolfhounds' diet. At the same time, I'm very grateful to you for supporting my point of view … So, dog meat? "
Jala's skills surprised him once again.
However, what shocked Thales even more was what the bald Sven said. It was the truth about the Charleton Family, the Assassin's Flower.
'Killing a member of the royal family?
Assassin's Flower?
Regicide? '
"You talk a lot of nonsense."
Jala looked at Sven's corpse and said coldly.
"The so-called 'Strongest Twelve' is nothing more than this."
After saying that, she summoned Thales, who was hiding in the dark.
"Let's go, brat."
Thales walked past the bald Sven's corpse and looked into his eyes, which were filled with grievances. He still did not understand why Sven, who only had strength, a big build, and was missing a nose, was the most mysterious existence among the Twelve Strongest Ones.
Was Jala too strong?
He shook his head and walked towards Jala.
The two of them continued to walk towards the battlefield between Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood.
Thales glanced at the female bartender's side profile. He was smart enough not to ask her about the Charleton Family.
'I have a secret anyway,' the boy thought.
'And it's even bigger than yours.'
At the same time, in the inner altar of Sunset Temple.
The gray-haired middle-aged noble looked calm, but he was actually anxious as he waited on the stone chair below the inner altar.
His gaze never left the small sacrificial lamp that was burning on the altar.
It was as if he was afraid that the flame in the lamp would suddenly change.
Beside him sat an elderly priest who was focused on praying. He was quiet and pious.
This made the middle-aged noble think of Yodel. He was also quiet, but he was even more terrifying than Yodel.
Even though His Majesty was very confident in Yodel and believed that he would not hesitate when he needed to act, Yodel was a person who hid behind a Purple Drop mask all day long.
But Yodel, the guy who always hid behind the Purple Drop mask, had worked with him once when he was young. It wasn't a happy memory.
With his efficiency, he should have found his target long ago.
That person was a person with his own creed.
After all, he served His Majesty's will, and Yodel Cato, that bottomless man, served His Majesty's interests.
The difference between heaven and earth was like the difference between clouds and mud.
'Does Yodel really know or understand when His Majesty wants him to act?'
Soon after.
The bald Sven's corpse suddenly moved.
Then, the wounds on his neck and around his body gradually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, the man climbed up with great difficulty.
"Damn it!"
Sven cursed and touched his spiked mace.
"The Charleton Family has appeared in Eternal Star City. Just this news alone will get me ten gold coins from the City Hall, but …"
Sven touched the wound on his neck that had just healed.
His life was still more important.
Fortunately, the woman was in a hurry and did not turn around to check.
Sven was one of the Twelve Strongest in Blood Bottle Gang. There was no need to go into detail about his battle instincts and skills, but more importantly, it was his unknown self-healing psionic ability that allowed him to turn defeat into victory the moment his enemies let their guard down.
"As long as your head, or more accurately speaking, your brain is not damaged, you can return from death." This was what the Blood Mystic, the true powerhouse of Blood Bottle Gang, said to Sven.
"Congratulations, Undying Sven."
'And that boy,' the Undying Sven thought. 'When I was in a state of suspended animation, I saw a thin and weak boy appear at the corner of the street and leave with the woman from the Charleton Family.
'This is also strange. A child who can follow the woman from the Charleton Family is definitely not an ordinary child.
'Is he a genius? Does he have some kind of ability that can turn the tide of a battle?
A biological weapon? A large area of effect attack?
Or some kind of non-human long-lived species? 'That boy looks young. Maybe he is already hundreds or thousands of years old?'
Sven shouldered his spiked mace and frowned.
'Once I report this to the Air Mystic, I will —'
But his train of thought was interrupted.
Because a strange person wearing a strange mask suddenly appeared in front of him.
He appeared abruptly in front of Sven.
"You saw that boy," the strange masked person said.
His hoarse and indistinguishable voice did not sound like a question, but a statement of affirmation.
'Who is this person?
I did not notice him at all.
'He's hiding his tracks. Could it be that he's also a member of the Charleton Family?'
The strange mask seemed to be made of a dark purple, hard metal material. It had distinct edges, and only two round holes were drilled into the position of the eyes. The holes were covered with circular Crystal Drop lenses, and there seemed to be a bronze-yellow mechanical device behind the lenses.
The reason why Sven could still think so much was because he had nothing else to do other than thinking about it.
The person wearing the dark purple mask held a short sword with a crossed hilt in his right hand.
Under its master's control, this short sword once again cut open the wound on Sven's neck that had just healed not long ago.
Sven did not even have the thought to 'dodge' before his neck was cut open.
* Clang! *
Sven fell down again along with his spiked mace.
'How unlucky,' Sven thought as he prepared to welcome the next death and resurrection.
However, after Sven faked his death, he discovered to his surprise that the masked person did not leave.
The strange masked person furrowed his brows in a barely noticeable manner behind the mask.
He slowly crouched down and stared at Sven's wound.
After a while, the strange masked person nodded as if he had come to a sudden realization.
In Sven's senses, he discovered in despair that the masked person's right hand danced lightly with the short sword and drew a beautiful sword flower.
'No.
'No!'
Sven roared in great terror in his heart!
Then, Sven could only 'watch' as the strange man stabbed the dagger into his head through his temple, agilely and fatally.
The blade was pulled out.
There was not even a drop of blood on the smooth blade.
"As long as your head, or more accurately, your brain is not destroyed, you can return from death —"
In his daze, Sven seemed to have heard the Blood Mystic's words again.
From then on, one of the Twelve Strongest in Blood Bottle Gang, the bald Sven, who was also known within Blood Bottle Gang as the 'Undying Sven', never woke up again.
The strange masked person crouched down and brushed his right hand over a mark left by a blade on the ground.
It was the mark left by the Wolf Limb Blade when it pierced into the ground.
He stood up.
Then, he disappeared.
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