Chapter 201


    More than a dozen bandits, covered in blood, were flung through the air,nding hard but managing


    to steady themselves. They looked around in shock and uncertainty at the strength.


    From a distance, another bandit yelled, "What''s all the fuss about? Why does killing a few women


    make you produce such a racket?"


    Out of the dust cloud, a portly little fellow sauntered forward with his hands sped behind his back.


    Following him were over two hundred figures d in ck. Their short spears peeked over their


    shoulders, long swords were in their hand, and belts were coiled with daggers. Their faces were


    hidden behind masks, and their features were indiscernible, yet pairs of eyes gleamed cold and


    sharp as des.


    The first hundred drew their swords and advanced, while the second hundred unsheathed their


    spears, poised and ready. The air was thick with their fierce, wild aura, and the iron-blooded scent


    was intent. They moved slowly, and with such stability that their footsteps made no sound, yet the


    icy chill of their murderous intent was palpable.


    "Who are you?" the dozen or so bandits stammered as they backed away, fear creeping into their


    hearts. That was impossible. Were these reinforcements? Who woulde to the rescue of the


    Mallister family?


    The bandits from around the manor charged towards the scene, utterly bewildered by the sight of


    this group.


    "And who might you be?" The portly man''s eyes were small but sharp as he scanned the bandits


    with a cold gaze.


    "We''re bandits."


    "Coincidence, so are we," the portly man sneered with a chillingugh.


    “Liars,” they thought. One of them spoke, “You don''t look like any bandits we know. No matter who


    you are, you''d best not meddle in the affairs of Azure Mountain."


    "And what if I insist on meddling?"


    "With just that rabble, you won''t be able to Azure Mountain alive."


    "Isn''t it customary for bandits to settle their scores with des instead of words? Come on, let''s


    have a little practice," the portly man slowly lifted his right hand.


    The two hundred ck-d figures halted. Their presence swelled with an intense surge of energy.


    Each one of them stirred up a wave of force. Their garments billowed, loose stones skittered across


    the ground, and their eyes narrowed with renewed killing intent.


    Oda and the other women gathered nervously at the edge of the ruins, staring nkly at the scene


    unfolding before them, clueless as to what was happening. Who were these ck-clothed people?


    Were they saviors or another band of viins?


    "Helna?"


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    "Quiet!" Helna pulled her close, equally tense.


    "Summon everyone!" one of the men shouted, and several bandits ran off immediately.


    "Do you have more people?"


    The man snorted coldly. "What kind of bandit group would we be with less than three to five


    hundred men?"


    "Fortunately, I''ve got quite a few men myself." The portly fellow''s raised right hand suddenly swept


    down. "Enough talk, ughter them! Leave none alive!"


    The line of warriors, dressed in ck, leaped into the air, reaching an unbelievable hundred meters


    high. The sight was simply breathtaking - mesmerizing even. They flipped mid-air with the finesse of


    a lightning strike, their spears catching the light and shing brilliantly. Then with a roaring battle cry,


    theyunched their spears down upon the gathered bandits below.


    "Watch out! Scatter!" the blood-soaked bandits yelled. The hundred or so behind them felt the


    impending power and scattered in rm.


    "Attack!!" The front hundred in ck rushed forward, swords drawn, charging through the dust cloud


    and toward their targets just as the spears bombarded their ranks.


    "You''ve messed with the wrong people," the bandits shouted, disying their potent Combat Magic.


    A cold wave surged forward, mes soared to the sky, the earth split open, dazzling gold light


    transformed into skyward flying beasts, and storm-like des whirled in a powerful onught. They


    were all protégés of the Cobalt Strike Guild, most at the Advanced Mage level, with even a few


    Master Mages among them. They had been caught unprepared and ambushed before, but this


    time, they were not to be trifled with.


    Almost simultaneously, the ck-clothed figuresunched assaults at two other locations.


    One was where the Mallister family’s men were gathered. A hundred ck-clothed figures were


    attacking fifty bandits.


    Another group of bandits preparing to sow chaos was now being besieged by two hundred ck


    figures.


    By the time Lucan and his men arrived, the manor had be a chaotic battlefield. The bandits''


    counterattack was ferocious; over a hundred were fighting bitterly. Their mysterious Combat Magic


    created a spectacr and destructive sea that swept over a kilometer radius. The ground cracked,


    trees were uprooted, dust filled the air, and wild winds raged.