NovelEnglishX Chapter 943 Heather lingered outside the room for a long while before slowly walking away, a deep unease settling in her chest. Ever since Harvey returned home, he seemed like a different person.
There were also several unfamiliar faces in the estate. These strangers didn't seem to regard her at all, despite the fact that she was a princess consort. When they crossed paths, they didn't bow or step aside, walking straight past her as if she were invisible.
The sound of horses' hooves broke the stillness of the night, their rhythm jarring in the otherwise silent streets. The cobbled roads were deserted, with the capital's nightlife limited to the lively areas in the east and west cities, or along the river. The cheer and laughter there never reached the quiet of the southern district.
As a horse neighed, then cto a sudden halt, the air seemed to hum with an unusual tension. The light from the lanterns on the carriage didn't reach far, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds, leaving the surroundings eerily dark.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTravis held a riding whip and had a long blade strapped to his leg. He closed his eyes, listening intently to the slightest change in the air, his ears twitching as if to catch every subtle sound.
Carissa held her whip, its length coiling at her feet like a red serpent, ready to strike. Violet gripped her sword, her index finger lightly pressing against the hilt's opening. With a mere flick, the blade would slide free from its sheath, In the darkness, more than ten shadowy figures descended without a sound, their feet barely disturbing the dust beneath them-a clear testament to their mastery of the Lightfoot Skill.
In an instant, Travis unleashed his battle prowess, his power like a thunderclap. He flicked the whip, drawing his blade with lightning speed. His Lightfoot Skill carried him as if he were riding the wind.
With a single leap, his blade was already slicing down toward one of the attackers. The assassin narrowly dodged the fatal blow, but the long blade still drew blood, the scent of it fueling the assassin's bloodlust.
Inside the carriage, the two women burst through the curtains, Carissa's long whip hissing like a striking serpent. The force of it sent two attackers reeling back.
Violet unsheathed her sword in a fluid motion. Without even pausing to twirl the blade, she stepped on Carissa's whip and leaped forward. With her deft hands, she sent her sword dancing in the air, creating a web-like shield of light that blocked the assassins outside.
+25 BONUS Chapter 943 Dressed in black and masked, Icarus also wielded a long knife. Master of all eighteen martial arts techniques, he was especially deadly with his blade. He had expected that with so many people involved, capturing Carissa would be a quick and easy task. But to his surprise, even with the ten or more men and himself, their first strike had been thwarted.
It didn't take long for him to identify their weakness. The coachman and the swordswoman were both highly skilled fighters. Those two were difficult opponents, but on the other hand, Carissa seemed weaker. If he could just tie up the other two, capturing Carissa would be easy.
He turned to face Travis, swinging his massive blade down with powerful force. When the two blades collided, he expected to cut Travis' weapon in half. Icarus believed his blade, infused with inner force, would be as sharp and unyielding as obsidian.
A clang rang out and sparks flew. Both men felt their hands go numb, almost losing their grip on their blade handles.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIcarus knew Travis was skilled, but hadn't expected his inner force to be so powerful. It seemed that defeating him quickly would be impossible. However, a prolonged fight was out of the question. If it dragged on, reinforcements would arrive.
Icarus signaled for the suicide soldiers to deal with Travis and Violet, then cautiously moved toward Carissa with two of his men. He planned to have her subdued within ten moves.
The flash of blades quickly surrounded Carissa. Icarus noted that her reactions were sharp, managing to dodge his long knife three times in a row. But her weapon was just a whip. How many times could she defend herself with that?
The suicide soldiers moved like lightning, their swords flashing in every direction, keeping Carissa from escaping. Icarus' long blade om descended in powerful strokes, in you slicing through the air. Mid-swing, he flipped it to hit her neck with the back of the knife. The force of the blow would surely knock her out cold-Icarus was determined to capture her in one swift move.
But in that fleeting moment, Carissa somehow evaded it.
Icarus froze, shock spreading through him.
What the hell? She had no way to escape, with the suicide soldiers' swords surrounding on both sides ve and his blade coming down from above. She had nowhere to run except to retreat or burrow underground. Interpret Your Dream Now For Free Sponsored: DreamPreter
was Yet, she hadn't moved at all-she w still standing right where she was. Read Next Story >
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