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Chapter 0396
“Wanda is about to hit the stage in two minutes.”
In a shadowy corner of the arena, a hulking figure in a black trench coat clutched a big jug of mineral
water‘, his voice a gravelly whisper. “Miss Sacco wants a bonfire before the show kicks
off.”
His partner, cloaked in black, gave a slow nod. The man stared at the backstage with a cruel
smirk.
They were tasked to light up the backstage and send Wanda’s concert up in smoke.
That jug was not filled with water–it was gasoline, ready to ignite.
“Time to move.”
With the concert countdown at one minute, the two slipped past the cheering crowd, blending into
the night, making a beeline for the backstage.
Just then, a voice called out.
“Gentlemen.”
A young man’s voice cut through the air behind them, low and clear, “Why stir up trouble when you
could’ve just enjoyed the concert like everyone else?
“Better head back to where you came from. Don’t make me come after you. This is your one and
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only shot.”
Both men froze.
“You’ve got some serious stealth skills. Are you some kind of energy transformation Grandmaster
too?”
The man with the gasoline can, clad in a trench coat, turned slowly to face the stranger, his eyebrows
knitting together in a stern scowl. “Unless I’m wrong…you’re Alexander, aren’t you?”
It was indeed Alexander.
He watched the tw
Sacco family envoys with a calm gaze, his face betraying no emotion as he
shook his head with a wry smile. “Right on the money, but sorry, no prize.
“To the Sacco family up north, I’ll be paying a visit myself one of these days. As for you two, I
might just let you live if you get out now.”
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He repeatest his earlier warning, “Remember, you have one chance, and it won’t last forever.”
The envoys Asked at each other, their smirks growing wider.
Alice had been clear with her orders before they left; they were to disrupt Wanda’s concert. If they ran
into Alexander, take him down, no questions asked.
“You had your chance at paradise, but you chose to knock on hell’s door instead.”
Dropping the gasoline can, the envoy in the trench coat flicked his wrist, revealing a gleaming. curved
iron crutch from beneath his coat. He flashed a menacing grin at Alexander. “You’re outnumbered. You
really think you can take on both of us? In your dreams!”
The envoys in black robes stood tense, their arms trembling as they slipped on their metallic gloves,
each one shaped like an eagle’s talon. “No more delays,” they said with icy voices. “Take
him down in one strike!”
The moment the command was issued, they sprang into action.
As weapons flashed, the envoy in the trench coat rolled to the ground, moving with the ferocity of a wild
dog. His iron staff swept low, its hooked end glinting menacingly, alming to slash at Alexander’s legs.
Simultaneously, the black–robed envoys soared high, their alloy talons poised to strike from above,
aiming to block Alexander’s every escape route and claw down upon his head.
It was their signature move, the Eagle–Hound Assault, a technique that had made them legends. Their
teamwork was seamless, their attack airtight, a move that could easily take down a fighter
community’s Grandmaster.
“This ruckus might scare the crowd.” Alexander mused, hands behind his back as he watched the
envoys‘ attack unfold. He shook his head slightly. “I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. Now…”
Mid–sentence, Alexander’s hands emerged from behind him, reaching into the air with a swift,
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Two soft thuds echoed.
The once unstoppable envoys wobbled and lost their footing as if yanked by an unseen force. Helpless,
they found themselves caught by Alexander, who effortlessly grasped their necks.
It was the long–lost art of Regulus Windsur, the Dragon Claw, a skill that could seize an opponent
from afar.
“You… You’re not just a master of energy transformation,” they gasped in disbelief. “you’re a
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Two envoys from the Redwine family fought for their lives, but it was the one cloaked in black who
could not tear his gaze from Alexander’s eyes. Struggling to speak, he rasped, “Supreme grand
martials are rare in our land, and you’re no ordinary ex–soldier. Who are you?!”
Alexander just chuckled.
Gripping their throats, he shook his head, still smiling. “I never said I was a fighter community’s
Grandmaster, nor am I some supreme grand martial.
“All you need to understand is that actions have consequences. And for you, the consequence is
death.”
With no more words wasted, Alexander’s fingers tightened ever so slightly.
Two energy transformation peak Grandmasters in the fighter community, their necks
simultaneously shattered, perished that same hour.
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