They all call me Great Master

The night breeze was gentle, and the dust settled.

A burly man, towering over two meters tall, appeared where Freeman and Amiel had just been. Half-crouching, his massive fist sunk entirely into the solid ground, he raised his head, eyes brimming with scorn, and his dark red hair cascaded around him.

However, what caught the attention the most was the scar on the right side of his face.

It was a burn intermingled with sword marks.

With his smile, it twitched spasmodically.

Wu!

Bang!

Freeman swept out with a leg, followed by the dull sound of slicing air, and then an even duller sound of collision.

The unnamed attacker merely lifted an arm to block the heavy and forceful kick, their half-crouching figure not moving an inch.

Freeman narrowed his eyes and immediately launched into a flurry of fierce attacks.

Wu wu wu!

The newly born 'Blood Descendant,' using both fists and feet, each strike accompanied by a chilling whistling noise.

Even a rock would shatter under such a relentless assault, but the unknown attacker effortlessly fended it off.

And throughout, it was done with just one hand.

Even the half-crouched stance did not shift.

"Is this all?

That's all you've got?

Weak!

Too weak!"

The mockery in the attacker's eyes grew more intense as he seized the Blood Descendant's fist and began to tighten his fingers.

Ga, ga ga!

Amid the sound of cracking knuckles, the Blood Descendant's fist was almost instantaneously reduced to pulp.

But Freeman didn't care; his intact left hand threw another punch down.

"Hahaha!"

The unknown attacker laughed aloud at the sight of the punch.

"A brute with no finesse... give me a break... Eh?"

The unknown attacker was just about to finish Freeman off for good.

However, a test tube flew out from a corner.

Crack!

The vial shattered, and its green potion instantly turned into a mist, enveloping the unknown assailant.

"Child's play!"

The attacker scoffed, and then drew in a deep breath before blowing forcefully.

Whoosh!

The air expelled from his mouth rolled the green fog right back.

But, his grip lightened.

Amiel had grabbed Freeman by the collar and was dragging him away to safety.

The attacker seemed surprised as he looked at his own palm, then his eyes shone brightly as he stared at Amiel, unconsciously licking his lips, with a strange chuckle.

"Heh heh, an unexpected surprise!"

With that, he was about to chase after Amiel, but a figure wielding twin swords blocked his path.

The 'Sharp Weapon' class longsword cleaved the attacker's figure in two, and before Bob's eyes, the attacker was split in half, but Bob's face fell.

The sensation of the longsword touching the attacker's body didn't feel right.

Without thinking, Bob swung his right-hand sword to his back.

Clang!

Just as the former captain of the Daredevil Team completed his defense, a tremendous force appeared behind him, shattering his fine iron longsword under the assailant's fist.

The momentum of the punch did not diminish, continuing to smash towards Bob's back.

Bob did not turn his head, nor did he dodge, instead he pivoted and slashed backward with the sword in his left hand.

Bob understood clearly; he couldn't dodge it.

His bizarre adversary was not only swift but also mastered assassins' secret techniques like 'Mirage.' Against such a foe, the more he dodged, the quicker he would die—his battle instinct told him that he must trade death for death, a skill at which the Daredevil Team excelled.

Even though it was all from thirty years ago, how could Bob possibly forget instincts that were already branded into his soul!

Hum!

A faint glow emanated from the 'Sharp Weapon' grade longsword in his hand.

It swept like a crescent moon towards the person behind him.

"Hmm?"

For the first time, the unknown attacker showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

But it was quickly replaced by disdain.

The attacker was surprised that the man before him was only one step away from 'Arcana Level,' but that was all. For the assailant, anyone who was not truly of the 'Arcana Level' was not worth his concern.

A vicious smile crept across his face.

This unknown attacker planned to finish off Bob first, then pursue the other two.

Especially Amiel!

Ah, the Eternal Night!

The restless, nameless aggressor was now surrounded by hot winds.

The deep autumn in South Los was already bitterly cold.

Especially during the deep night and early morning, the bone-chilling cold made people shiver uncontrollably.

And now?

This area of Rat Street seemed to have turned into a warm summer evening.

"It's a 'Great Arcana Level'!

This guy is 'Blazing Wind' Greta!"

Amiel, while fleeing, felt this change—especially upon sensing the hot wind, he immediately thought of something and his face turned pale.

'Blazing Wind' Greta, from Seberlin,

had been active along the coast after the 'Seven Years' War,' notorious for robbing ships, kidnapping wealthy businessmen, and being ruthless, especially the tattoo on the right side of his cheek, which was extremely conspicuous. His mere appearance was enough to make one tremble all over, and it was especially terrifying for ladies who often wished for death instead.

Because this man could not act like a normal person,

he always chose some perverted actions.

And then, he vanished without a trace fifteen years ago. It was rumored he had been killed by the guard of a nobleman's ship he attempted to rob.

Everyone believed he was dead but he was still alive.

Previously, Amiel hadn't immediately recognized him due to the scars covering the tattoo.

Now understanding the man's identity, he was scared pale.

She definitely did not want to be pierced by a red-hot poker!

However, this lady from Talin still warned Bob.

And, she threw out more potions.

She hoped to offer some support to Bob, who had intervened on her behalf.

"Haha, I can feel your enthusiasm!

Just wait!

I will cherish you properly in a moment!"

Facing the potions thrown by Amiel, 'Blazing Wind' Greta did not take them seriously, as his hot winds were enough to disperse the poisonous gases.

What he intended to do now was to kill Bob.

Raising her hand, 'Blazing Wind' Greta simply pinched the swinging longsword between her fingers.

"Come on, put some effort into it!"

Greta mocked maliciously.

At the same time, her left hand was raised to finish off Bob.

But at that moment, a sense of intense crisis surged from the depths of her heart.

Without thinking, Greta raised both hands and crossed them in front of her forehead.

It was then—

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot echoed.

A bullet pierced through Greta's hands and lodged itself in the 'Blazing Wind's' forehead.

"That was close!

I almost died!

But, since I didn't die, your death is certain—

I'm going to kill all the men on this street and XX all the women!"

Feeling the pain in her palms and forehead, 'Blazing Wind' roared in rage.

And with such roars, a group of illusionary flames appeared behind the 'Blazing Wind'.

"'Great Arcana Level'!"

Amiel saw the ghostly flames that seemed as if they could be blown out at any moment and despair crept into her eyes.

The insubstantial flame silhouette, though appearing fragile to the wind, signified...

An insurmountable chasm!

A rift as wide as between two separate worlds!

Without hesitation, the lady from Talin took out the poisons she had prepared for herself.

She would rather die a painless death.

Than suffer torment before her demise.

But—

Crack!

A gust of hot wind swept past, and the vial containing the poison shattered.

The liquid was instantaneously vaporized.

Amiel collapsed right there, and seeing this scene, 'Blazing Wind' Greta's interest grew even more, as she laughed hideously—

"You want to die?

It won't be that easy!

Here, my will is the absolute authority, even death requires my permission!"

Having said that, the 'Blazing Wind' glanced over at Malz in the distance and Bob before her, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Are you the subordinates of Spirit Medium Arthur Kredos?

I wonder what expression he will have when he sees your corpses?

Or perhaps you could try calling out for your master, to see if he will come to your rescue!"

The words filled with malice and humiliation made Malz's expression grow colder as he reloaded his ammunition.

Bob took a deep breath and gripped the longsword in his hand.

Wiggins's lips were pressed tightly together, laying out more explosives underfoot, the Golden Finger held a lit kerosene lamp in his hand.

Scott, knowing he couldn't be of help, sat on a chair, pulling a pen out of his coat pocket and twisting the cap slightly.

Although it was highly unlikely to be of help, he still wanted to try.

'Is this how it ends for me?

It's unexpectedly sloppy.'

The young editor sighed, securing the twisted cap to the back of the pen, its sharp nib still tainted with the odd mix of ink—ink mixed with snake and frog poisons.

This was the young editor's weapon of self-defense.

Kuke clenched the dagger his father had given him, as the Police Chief of Dort District began to take deep breaths, adjusting his state. The skills his father had taught echoed in his mind, hoping to strike as his father did.

And more?

He did not think that far ahead.

Haywood was different, though.

As a farmer, he began picking up explosives from the floor and stuffing them into his jacket pockets.

He lacked exceptional strength, speed, or skills, so he opted for the most direct method.

Of course, deep down, the once greedy landlord couldn't help but silently call for 'Lord, save me.'

But he made no sound.

Since everyone around him remained silent, the once greedy landlord felt it wouldn't do to be so out of place.

'Blazing Wind' Greta clearly saw all this and laughed so hard she cried.

"Won't you guys call out for help even once?

Perhaps a miracle could happen, right?"

Before killing their prey, Greta always liked to toy with them like this.

She wanted to shame her enemies brazenly, shattering their dignity and illusions before letting them taste the flavor of despair.

However, to Greta's surprise, Amiel, who had been paralyzed, turned over and crawled up, kneeling and actually called out—

"Lord Kredos, save me!"

Greta paused, then laughed even harder.

"Haha, as a reward, I've decided that in a bit, I'll stick two red-hot pokers into your body, one from the front and one from the back!"

The words of 'Blazing Wind' threw Amiel into greater despair.

Because she was certain, the man was not joking.

Instantly, she cried out even more frantically—

"Lord Kredos, save me! There's a psychopathic killer here!"

"Call out, scream! It's so pleasing to the ear!"

'Blazing Wind' felt coming to South Los was the best decision ever.

If she hadn't come to South Los, how would she have met such an amusing woman?

For that, 'Blazing Wind' humored Amiel.

The ill-natured Greta wanted to see even more interesting things.

So, 'Blazing Wind' said earnestly—

"If that guy really answers you at this moment, I will die for you to see!"

Upon finishing her words, the 'Blazing Wind' couldn't contain herself.

Once again, she burst into boisterous laughter.

Arthur Kredos, huh?

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If he were, how would she dare come!

Confident in her heart, the 'Blazing Wind', having had her fill of play, was ready to start enjoying the next part.

But at that moment—

"Is that so?"

Within the indifferent voice, a forty-meter-long pale Sword Qi descended from the sky.