Chapter 152


    "Balder, remember, you too are one of Cobalt Strike."


    "My task is done." Balder''s smile was radiant. Over the years, he had made deals with countless


    Protégés from Cobalt Strike, all with great potential. His only regret was not finding one with


    extraordinary talent. Now, with vin''s rise to fame, his mission was fulfilled. He had just decided to


    invest heavily in vin''s future, confident that his family would support vin after his performance


    in The sh of Eight Orders.


    "If you wish to leave, go now," Adirich said, thinking quickly.


    "Get out. With me here, you won''ty a finger on vin."


    "It''s you who harbors ill intentions," Adirich stepped closer to vin.


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    "Stop! What are you doing?"


    "I''m here to protect vin," Adirich tightened his grip on the dagger.


    "Don''t be a fool. Step back," Balder interposed himself between Adirich and vin.


    "Looking for a fight?" Adirich''s right hand quivered as he drew his de, lunging at Balder. If a fight


    erupted, chaos would follow, and in the chaos, there''d be a chance to ''identally'' wound vin,


    and then pin the me on Balder. If he didn’t admit it? That wouldn’t matter, with vin dead,


    there''d be no witness to the truth.


    "How dare you!" Balder was taken aback that Adirich would attempt assassination so brazenly.


    Boom!! Suddenly, the door burst open, and an overpowering scent of blood charged into the room.


    Who was it? Both men were startled.


    Cedrick, covered in blood, entered the room, wielding a ck battle de. His eyes were filled with


    a terrifying, murderous intent as he red at Adirich.


    Why was he back? Adirich''s heart tightened. "Cedrick, you''vee at the right time, this fat oaf was


    about to..."


    "Get out!!" Cedrick had juste from the training grounds. His body was covered in blood and


    emanating a fearsome aura.


    "You..."


    "Out!!" Cedrick barked again.


    Adirich grimaced, and he gritted his teeth. He slowly sheathed his dagger.


    "Now!!"


    "Hmph." Adirich snorted and strode away.


    But as he passed by Cedrick, the ck de flickered coldly and swung towards Adirich''s head.


    Adirich''s soul nearly fled. He dodged in terror, but the ck de still struck his back, leaving a


    deep gash from his neck down to his lower back. He screamed, copsing onto the table, both


    shocked and furious. "Cedrick, have you gone mad!"


    ng!! The ck de flew from Cedrick''s grasp, its energy resonating through the air, flipping end


    over end, and plummeting towards Adirich.


    Adirich scrambled and rolled, rushing out of the room, only to be struck again by the ck de on


    his back. The powerful force sted him more than ten meters out, and he was screaming as he


    tumbled out of the courtyard, leaving a trail of fresh blood.


    Myke, startled, drew his sword and rushed from his room, just in time to see the ck de strike


    down again, aiming for Adirich''s head. "No!" Adirich shrieked in terror, his body chilled to the bone.


    The ck de halted at thest moment, pressing against his right eyeball. Its sharp edge


    seemed ready to pierce through his skull. Adirich propped himself up on his hands, not daring to


    move, as beads of sweat were hanging from his forehead.


    Cedrick stood outside the door, his murderous aura palpable, controlling the ck de from a


    distance.


    Myke, frowning, cautioned, "Cedrick, we''re all fellow Protégés here. Calm down. He may be


    despicable, but it''s not worth killing him in Warriors'' Vale."


    "Cedrick,e on... I didn''t do anything..." Adirich pleaded tremulously. His eyes were fixed on the


    ck de inches from his face, sensing death closer than ever before.