??Chapter 901: 466 Unrestrained (4000)
Chapter 901: 466 Unrestrained (4000)
Crack!
The rugged hand adorned with tal fist guards suddenly exerted force, twisting a mber of the Blood Clan’s neck into a twisted doughnut, with blood splattering from the folds.
A few droplets shot out, landing on the man’s face.
The burly man, with exaggerated muscles, released his right hand and kicked out directly. The Blood Clan mber was sent flying, slamming heavily against the wall with a thud. Blood splattered half the wall.
On the spot, the muscular man wiped the blood from his face with his hand and turned his head toward the entrance. The blue-eyed hunters who had rushed in were standing still, their expressions blank and slightly dazed.
With blood-stained eyes, the muscular man sized them up with an icy glare. Half his face was sared with blood from his palm, giving his fierce face an even more nacing look. He was clearly not soone to be trifled with.
As the muscular man’s gaze swept over them, the blue-eyed hunters who t his stare felt a tightening in their hearts, sensing the feeling of being preyed upon by a ferocious beast. This feeling included the elite hunters with sideburns and even Commander Wind Knife, who couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. It was the reaction of encountering an equal opponent.
“You… you are from the Hunters Association Clinic?”
After a few seconds of silent confrontation, Commander Wind Knife was the first to break the standoff, continuing, “I assu you must be one of the commanders from the clinic. I didn’t expect you to target the Count’s Manor so quickly…”
“Actually, we could collaborate, to take down these damned Blood Clan…”
Commander Wind Knife’s words were suddenly interrupted as the imposing man swiftly raised a hand and said in a low voice, “I am not the commander of the clinic. I am one of the squad leaders under Lord Blood Mist. You can call
Ghost Bear, or by my na, Igor…”
Whoosh! A decapitated head flying over from a distance suddenly headed their way. Ghost Bear Igor slapped it away in mid-air, bursting the Blood Clan’s head into dust. He shook his blood-dripped palm and calmly continued speaking to Commander Wind Knife.
“As for any collaboration, I think it’s no longer necessary. As you can see, we have breached the Count’s Manor, broken through all defenses, and almost annihilated all the Blood Clan mbers. Have you co now to reap the rewards effortlessly? Haha…” Ghost Bear Igor scoffed coldly.
“Ah, it’s not like that. We simply have the sa enemy, the Blood Clan,” rushed Commander Wind Knife in reply. He already felt the pressure and realized he had misjudged the intelligence earlier. The Ghost Bear Igor before him felt as powerful as himself, and was rely one of the clinic’s squad leaders! Does that not imply there are other squad leaders with comparable strength? And commanders above them?
According to the intelligence provided by the man with sideburns.
There are two commanders among the clinic’s mbers who arrived in Shire County.
Commander Wind Knife’s thoughts quickly shifted as he imdiately grasped another crucial issue: “You said you’ve breached the Count’s Manor, but what about Count Baine? The strongest Blood Clan mber in the Manor…”
His words ca out sowhat urgently, almost sounding like an accusation, which caused Ghost Bear Igor to frown and his nacing aura intensified.
If it weren’t for the rules set by the director of the clinic binding him, Igor wouldn’t even bother with these people and might have just slapped them away for annoying him with so many questions. Unfortunately, under normal circumstances, he couldn’t strike humans.
“What ridiculous Count Baine. He’s surely been killed by Lord Blood Mist and Lord Nine Snakes by now. Such a level of being dares to claim the title of the strongest. Even I, along with so fellow squad leaders, could have taken him down,” Igor said with a wild expression, unabashedly displaying his disdain for the Blood Clan and pride in his own strength.
After a brief pause, Igor continued, “Enough of the nonsense. We, the clinic, are clearing the area. Stay out. Leave the Count’s Manor now, and don’t force
to physically remove you…”
“Dead… dead?”
Commander Wind Knife’s expression suddenly shifted, filled with disbelief.
Tap tap tap… Around the plaza of the manor, a sudden flurry of footsteps echoed. These were the mbers of the clinic dressed in black combat uniforms, having dealt with the battlefield and now regathering at the doorstep. Each one was strong and fierce, their skin marked with demonic black totem tattoos. Their clothes were stained in blood red and their weapons dripped with blood.
Their bodies emitted the sll of blood and a dangerous, tough-to-handle aura. So barbarically carried the decapitated heads of the Blood Clan they had killed, either tied by the hair or wrapped around their robust waists like belts.
In the process of gathering in small groups, these doctors boasted about how many Blood Clan mbers they had killed, whether they had lived up to their previous boasts, and whether they had won the bets on who could kill more enemies. So faced the carnage with zeal, others with excitent, so savored it, others were cold, and so were expressionless. The only thing absent was a sense of fear.
In less than half a minute, the square was crowded with a sea of black figures, as many as before the battle.
None of the mbers from the clinic had fallen during the action.
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