Chapter 1237: Chapter 114: Night of the teor Shower (6)_3
But the more tense it got, the less she could afford to make a mistake. She tightly gripped Alandia’s hand, channeling all her attention to scan the surroundings until the mont they both crashed into the 76th floor, a sense of illusion flashed through Qiluo’s mind.
“Above!”
The speed of voice couldn’t keep up with the developnt of events, as Alandia sensed her friend’s warning through the touch of her palm. A black-haired, black-clothed boy suddenly appeared, swinging a punch slowly like a puppet. The Hidden Law Master’s movents seed stiff and artificial, but the Dawn Knight knew his true strength. Four years ago, the Hidden Law Master could briefly spar with her at her peak using martial arts alone, and now that Alandia no longer possessed Creation Realm power, she could never be a match for the Hidden Law Master.
Moreover, Alandia never intended to compete with the enemy in martial arts; she had prepared a variety of plans for this operation, which naturally included counterasures for a sneak attack by the Hidden Law Master. The mont Qiluo sensed sothing amiss, a signal was sent along with her warning to a certain place in the city. A silver light shot through the exterior wall of the building at great speed, with the punch landing squarely on the silver gun’s tip!
“Gun of Punishnt!”
Agent Will’s gun was faster than he was; the Gun of Punishnt clashed with the Hidden Law Master’s punch for a mont and then sent the latter flying away. Agent Will rushed into the building and drew his long spear, holding a silver chain in his hand. The other end of the silver lock extended with the spear, currently entwined on the Hidden Law Master’s left arm.
Holy Cross Sin-binding Ash Lock.
This was Agent Jago’s manifestation thod, a practical skill he taught Agent Will. The Hidden Law Master’s stealth was too difficult to deal with, so Alandia volunteered to use herself as bait, and once the Hidden Law Master’s sneak attack was triggered, the agent would personally capture him. Without bothering to converse with the two, Will pursued the Hidden Law Master at top speed. The agent in a trench coat and the man in black turned into electric shadows in the wind, but during the high-speed chase, Will collided with an unexpected target.
Two people were rushing toward him at high speed from the front: the astonished Klein Aiman and… the bewildered Gaius!
The bound Hidden Law Master pushed off the building’s surface and turned to attack Will. Agent Will made a quick decision, splitting the Gun of Punishnt into a lance and a revolver. He swept aside the Hidden Law Master’s attack with the lance, raised the revolver with his left hand, and aid not at the close-range Gaius, but at Klein’s head.
“Hey, hey, hey, you’re hitting the wrong person!” Klein exclaid in shock.
“Gun of Punishnt.”
Will pulled the trigger, and the mithril ammunition, imbued with the power of punishnt, roared out. The power of this shot was second only to the one that heavily injured the Red Mage; even a Creator Realm Mage would need to respond carefully. Yet the bullet stopped between Klein’s fingers; he intercepted the Gun of Punishnt’s bullet with just two fingers.
“The mighty Gun of Punishnt leading an assassination attempt on the President, what a world.” Klein sighed, “Got work to do, Gaius, take care of yourself!”
As he caught the gun, he swung his arm, flinging the bewildered Gaius out. This was the best decision Klein made, as a blade of ice-blue light suddenly erupted from the city below. A black-haired martial artist in erald armor leapt into the air, the Wanhua Blade slicing toward the man’s throat!
Klein caught the long blade with one hand, and the two clashed more than a hundred tis in a second. As the sound of the air vibrating spread, their figures vanished beneath the night sky.
A breath later, two figures appeared without warning in the center of Saint Lawrence Square a kiloter away. Qin Qianbai was leaning forward, gripping her blade with both hands, her eyes intensely focused, reflected in the ice-blue blade. Klein Aiman stood a few ters away by the fountain, his palm unscathed, his left hand still in his pocket.
“Didn’t expect a little girl to be sent to stop ,” Klein said, “Oh right, let’s go through the motions. You people of the Empire like that, don’t you? The so-called self-introduction—”
“There’s no need for that; we’ve fought more than once before.” Qin Qianbai said. She gazed at the flippant man not far away, the figures of two opponents overlapping perfectly in her mind, confirming her unmistakable deduction.
“Valens, Champion of the Cold Steel Arena…”
Qin Qianbai pointed her blade at the enemy’s head, uttering the true title that should belong to him.
“No. ‘Champion of the United’, Klein Aiman!”
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