Chapter 575 - 575 Who Else_1
Chapter 575: Chapter 575 Who Else_1
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Clang!
Crack!
As Brenden cowered behind his shield, basking in his smugness, a sudden shattering sound erupted, leaving him stunned. When he looked up, he was struck dumb.
To his horror, a thumb-width crack had appeared on his shield.
The next second, a whiplike blade light poured down like an avalanche.
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Brenden’s eyes widened with terror; there was no time to dodge.
Splat!
The blade light, without any hesitation, cleaved through both shield and man, cutting them in half.
Upon witnessing this scene, the entire training field fell into a deathly silence.
Whoosh!
Greg Jensen took a deep breath as the blood and True Qi absorbed by the Twilight Snow Knife surged into his body, transforming into a roaring tide of vitality.
Despite having struck multiple blows, he neither felt tired nor drained; instead, his energy surged, and his strength felt even more formidable.
He twirled the Twilight Snow Knife, sheathed it, then swept his gaze across the stands once again and announced in a clear voice, “Next!”
His ringing voice echoed across the field, but not one of the nearly hundred people from the six families—Qin, Zhang, Sun, Hong, Song, Zheng—dared to answer his challenge.
On the platform, Greg Jensen stood like a sovereign surveying the world. Wherever his gaze landed, no one dared to make a sound.
“Who else?”
His voice, slightly hoarse, instantly spread across the entire training field.
Issac Grey’s expression was dark and terrifying. He waved towards someone behind him and said, “Master Qing, it’s your turn now.”
“You can count on me, Brother Qin.”
Master Qing, armed with a Convenient Shovel and draped in a blue-gray monk robe, strode onto the platform.
Watching his figure, Issac Grey took out his cellphone and called Drake Stuart with a cold voice, “Three have already died, when are you starting on your end?”
“It’ll begin immediately!”
Inside a two-story building next to the training field, Drake Stuart hung up the phone and entered a room on the second floor.
The room was spacious, but only a sacrificial table was placed in the middle.
The table was set with incense candles, Paper Amulets, bells, and that Red Sachet containing hair.
Carmen Stuart stood by the window, gazing out at the figure on the platform in the distance.
The sound of the opening door did not disturb her. She continued to stare at that figure, her eyes misty and her beautiful pupils veiled with a thin fog.
Drake Stuart looked at her silhouette, his eyes glinting coldly, and said flatly, “Stop looking, let’s start!”
Carmen Stuart was silent for a moment before she slowly turned around and said to Drake Stuart, “Can’t we sit down and talk this over? Must we resort to fighting and killing?”
“Talk? How? Can talk bring our father back to life? Can it reclaim all that the Stuart Family has lost?”
Drake Stuart’s face was tinged with anger and impatience, “Enough, let’s start now.”
Carmen Stuart glanced at him, sighed as though resigned to her fate, walked behind the sacrificial table, looked out the window once more, then lit the incense candles and picked up the bell on the table.
Ding-a-ling…
“All things under heaven and earth behold the spirits; by my name, I command, by my order, I bid, by my deeds, I shall control the spirits…”
Whoosh!
Carmen Stuart’s plain white robe, as well as her long, flowing black hair, suddenly stirred without any wind.
A profound and mystical aura emanated from her, swiftly spreading outwards.
Drake Stuart, standing behind her, felt a shiver in his heart, suddenly uncomfortable, as if someone were staring at him.
The witchcraft inherited by the Stuart Family was suitable only for Carmen Stuart’s cultivation, and this was Drake’s first time witnessing it.
At that moment, he couldn’t help but be alert, wary that Carmen might turn against him.
He instinctively stepped back and warned, “Carmen, you better perform the ritual properly. Michelle Stuart and her sister are just downstairs, and if you try anything funny, they won’t live through it.”
Carmen Stuart’s voice, as if coming from the deepest hell, hollow and chilling to the bone, said:
“You’re right, big brother. I’ve thought it through, and I should indeed help you restore the Stuart Family.”
Drake Stuart did not relax his vigilance, attempting to sound calm, “Then do it quickly; the Grey family is getting anxious.”
“Alright!”
The next second, the sound of the bell became more urgent.
“Weakness, disaster!”
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Before he could finish speaking, Greg Jensen, who was far up on the stage, suddenly felt a wave of dizziness in his head, and his True Qi became thick and slow as if it had fallen into a quagmire.
Immediately afterward, he felt his strength draining away incessantly, as if something was sucking it out of him.
Issac Grey, watching from below, had his eyes light up and shouted loudly, “Master Qing Nan, finish him off now!”
Qing Nan knew the opportunity was fleeting, and, swinging the Convenient Shovel in his hand, he smashed it down towards Greg Jensen.
The whooshing sound of the incoming air made Greg Jensen instantly regain his clarity.
He forced his spirits up, exerting all his might to circulate his True Qi, and then raised the Twilight Snow Knife, slashing upwards in a counter move.
Clang!
The bright flash of the knife blade was fleeting.
Master Qing Nan only felt a lightness in his hand as the Convenient Shovel was cleanly broken in two.
Before he could react, the knife light flashed again.
Thump!
A head flew high into the air!
There was a dead silence all around!
Issac Grey’s smile immediately froze on his face, watching the scene before him in disbelief.
He couldn’t believe that Barry Wolfe, despite being in a compromised state, was still able to decapitate Qing Nan with a single slash.
Just what level was this young man at?
The other Family Heads were also stunned, their expressions darkened instantly, glancing at each other, all fell silent.
On another side, at the Hall Family’s stand.
Austin Hall had already been so shocked he couldn’t speak; he thought Greg Jensen would soon perish under the continuous bouts.
But unexpectedly, Greg Jensen seemed to grow even stronger as the fighting went on, and he appeared to be even more spirited than before.
Thump!
Just then, Greg Jensen suddenly propped himself up with the knife, kneeling on one knee, breathing heavily.
“Boss!”
Thomas Lampe and the others saw this and rushed onto the stage. Amande Burns also wanted to go up, but was held back by Trey Holmes.
“Boss, are you alright?”
Duncan Kong turned and shouted, “Thomas, come quickly and check on the boss!”
As soon as Thomas Lampe took a look, his face changed dramatically, and he said gravely, “This seems like those dirty tricks of the Stuart Family.”
“You mean…”
“That’s right, it’s witchcraft.”
Hearing this, Duncan Kong’s expression immediately turned grim, cursing, “Damn it, I’ve always said we should wipe out the people from the Stuart Family, but the boss just wouldn’t agree.”
“What’s the use of talking about that now?”
Thomas Lampe straightened up, glanced around the stands, and said, “Let’s think about what to do next instead.”
“How about I go up for the next match, and then you go the one after?”
Duncan Kong frowned and said, “The boss has already fought so many matches, we can’t just give up like this, can we?”
“You might win one match, two matches, but what about three, four?”
“That…”
At this moment, Greg Jensen, who was in a semi-conscious state, suddenly opened his eyes, “You guys go down, I just need to rest a bit.”
“Boss.”
“Get down!”
Greg Jensen suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with a crimson red.
“Then you be careful on your own.”
With no other choice, Thomas Lampe had to lead Duncan Kong down from the stage.
Louisa Burley quickly ran over and asked, “How is he doing?”
“There’s nothing to worry about, don’t worry.”
Thomas Lampe reassured her nonchalantly, but his eyes were filled with concern.
Louisa Burley said anxiously, “Can I go see him?”
Thomas Lampe replied, “Not now, let’s wait a little longer.”
“Alright.”
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