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Chapter 92: The Way Back (2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Jue, Garen’s expression turned serious
"The e us now If we run into more trouble, our opponents will be the ones that are hard to deal with, so you guys should be careful"
Collin and the group nodded behind him
"What about Senior Brother Rampas?"
"I can’t take care of them forever Some matters they will just have to face by themselves I’m not their nanny" Garen replied casually He looked calency it was very important to be level-headed, but strike down at the opponents swiftly andlike it was only a breeze This was hten the hidden enemies
If someone were to attack in a situation like this, then the opponent er than the enees moved one after another and strolled closer to the city
The woods on the sides of the road were beco less and less dense; occasionally they could see small houses More farmers and passersby could be seen on the sides of the road Far for buyers
Not far froes were, they could already see the taller buildings inside the city
"Alet into the city, we shouldn’t face any more attacks! Now is the best ti even more alert
Suddenly, a red-haired woes
She had an attractive face, and a silver rapier was hanging by her waist She stood in thea word However, as she stood there, the horses were startled and started neighing out of terror, and the carriages subsequently stopped
"She’s an expert!" Garen thought, squinting his eyes
"Where did all these strong enemies come from? I’ve never even seen them before!" Collin bit her lips as she complained, "I’ve done research on all the top martial adepts, but these people today are…"
Garen hopped off the carriage and walked to the front
"You are here to cut us off too?" As he walked within ten steps of her, he could feel a sharp and cold aura pinching his face His sight followed the aura and gazed upon the wo a cold and fierce blue light
The red-haired woman drew her rapier with a ruthless expression Herspeed as she pulled Finally, with a crisp sound the sword left the scabbard
"Don’t blame me, I owe someone a favor Remember the name of your killer; I a Sword"
"Seacroft? Weeping Sword?" Garen frowned his eyebrows He could feel the opponent’s strength was close to his, al his own level The blood sphere in his chest was a sy this level
Anyone as close to this level had mastered at least one secret technique; they were very hard to deal with
A martial adept at this level had surpassed Fei Baiyun’s levels, and thus a regular faction wouldn’t have enough influence to ask for her favor Garen closely observed the enemy; she was about thirty years old Anyone as over twenty-five had no chance of i any further
"If you…" Garen heard a sharp and loud screech and was unable to finish his sentence
"WEAAW!!"
The screa of a baby Seacroft’s rapier flashed as she thrusted it toward Garen’s left chest The unsettling noise was co from the vibration of the weapon
The rapier was extremely fast Just as Garen heard the noise he saw a silver stripe co toward him; in the blink of an eye it was already at his chest Unlike prior tih his clothes, e noise had affected Garen’s reaction, slowing it down andhim unable to block the attack Garen kicked up some sand and rubble toward the opponent as he felt the pain on his chest
Both of them backed off after the first contact, and similarly stood still and observed their opponent Seacroft’s face was scratched by some small rubbles, while Garen’s shirt was pierced open and a s hole on his shirt
Without any words, the two charged at each other once again
The silver rapier turned into a silver snake, twirling and thrusting against Garen’s fists
The rapier hit Garen over and over again, leaving small red dents all over his body However, it still couldn’t pierce through Garen’s skin On the other hand, Garen’s fists were easily dodged by Seacroft The difference in their speed was too big
The two continued to battle in circles, exchanging positions several tihost-like screeches Along with the irritating noise, every tith increased, and every ti up sand on Seacroft’s face As the battle went on, he was getting better at using his techniques in combat; he was a lot more experienced than before He occasionally let out a war cry to awe his opponent, and Seacroft flinched and slowed down for ahit by his fists She broke into a cold sweat