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The young man's legs trembled slightly, unable to support him as he was struck by a Second Rank Blood Dancer. Even though the Butler did not exert much force, it was evidently hard on Han Yun, whose constitution was weak.
"You're still standing, you can still take it... I'll make sure you can!" The Butler's expression grew increasingly grim as he strode over. Compared to Garen, it was this boy that filled him with hatred. After all, Garen was a powerful figure far beyond his reach, and he could accept being tormented by someone like that.
But this boy was merely a powerless slave! Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even spare a glance at such an insignificant insect. Yet this Human Slave had managed to bring him to this state!
Suddenly, the Butler's steps faltered as he looked on in shock, only to see a massive sword piercing through his chest. Crimson blood flowed down as the Blood Power within him was instantly shattered by an overwhelming force.
Han Yun had just tightened his grip on the spear when the Butler collapsed with a thud, his wide eyes filled with unwillingness.
"That's enough training for today," Garen said as he withdrew the Stormblade.
"But he..." Han Yun stared blankly at the corpse.
With a loud crash, the Butler's body suddenly flew out, shattering the entire window before landing on the path in the garden.
"Someone will take care of it."
Watching Garen's calm demeanor, Han Yun felt a surge of emotion within him. In his years among slaves, he had witnessed countless deaths and had long since become numb to them. From Han Yun's perspective, this Butler was clearly a significant figure among the blood clan; at the very least, he was elite. Yet such an important person had died so easily?
What struck Han Yun even more was Garen's unwavering tranquility throughout the ordeal. It didn't seem like he had just accomplished something monumental; rather, it felt as if he had simply moved aside an obstacle in his path.
Perhaps this is what it means to be strong!
Outside the ancient castle, a light rain began to fall, drifting through the shattered window ledge and bringing a refreshing coolness.
The Gravity Training Room's Gravity had been turned off by Garen, and Han Yun's body slowly began to recover. Garen suggested he return to his quarters to rest, but the boy unusually shook his head, indicating that he wanted to stay with his mentor a little longer.
"Mentor, that gentleman must have been your close friend, right?" Han Yun asked as he stood beside Garen, watching him sit on the window ledge.
"Sir" as referred to by Han Yun is, of course, Zhao Xin. From Garen's perspective, he could also feel some of Garen's emotions.
"Mm." Garen nodded. "This guy is called Vissaro, but you can also call him by another name, Zhao Xin."
Garen stroked his chin. Although he was Han Yun's true mentor, the marksmanship he learned came from Zhao Xin. In a way, Han Yun could be considered half a disciple of Zhao Xin. Once the Watchtower was completed, he could introduce Han Yun to him.
Han Yun nodded seriously, silently noting this name that shared an Eastern flair like his own.
Garen glanced at Han Yun. Though their time together had been short, Garen already had a sufficient understanding of him. According to the information provided by the blood clan, Han Yun had been a lowly slave of the blood clan since he was old enough to understand things. It might sound like a rough life, but in reality, it was not so.
After all, the boy had never experienced human life and no one had cared for him. Since he had always been in the depths of darkness, what hardships could he have faced? In contrast, what truly surprised Garen was that Han Yun had attempted to escape thirty-one times over the past seven years, with two of those attempts nearly succeeding. If it weren't for his lack of strength and inability to break free from the blood clan's barrier, he probably wouldn't be here now.
Especially the last escape attempt occurred just a few days ago. The blood clan originally planned to execute him in a few days, but coincidentally, Lion's Eye needed to compete with Garen and brought him along.
It could be said that Garen's unintentional act saved the boy's life.
Only after the continuous training did Garen gradually realize that even though he had saved Han Yun this time, if he returned to the blood clan in seven days, there would still be a life-threatening danger—simply because he would attempt to escape for the thirty-second time.
This seemingly talentless boy had a character as straight as the spear in his hand; thus, his chosen path would not change easily.
This made Garen reflect on himself.
During his time living with the blood clan, he not only had to guard against dangers that could arise at any moment but also resist the influence of Su Ye Chu on his character.
Indeed, the road ahead was still long.
Just as Garen was lost in thought, a beam of Bloodlight suddenly flashed across his vision!
"Master? What's wrong?" Han Yun noticed Garen's unusual behavior and asked in a panic.
"Nothing." Garen furrowed his brow and after pondering for a moment said, "You should go back and rest; I have some matters to attend to."
With that said, Garen didn't have time to worry about Han Yun anymore and stood up to walk deeper into the castle.
As he stepped out of the Gravity Training Room, a sudden, intense pain shot through his left arm, as if it had been pierced by a dagger.
"What is that woman doing..." Garen quickened his pace.
It was evident that this pain was transmitted from Embrace, which meant Su Ye was facing immense danger!
However, with that woman's skills, even if there were many assassins, she shouldn't have been pushed to such an extent! Just moments ago, while standing by the window, Garen had seen the strength of the opponents: two Blood Dancers and four Advanced Blood Servants.
Though this assassination power was not weak, it was still far from enough to kill Su Ye.
Moreover, Garen didn't believe that the woman had no means of self-protection!
The pain coursing through him intensified, and Garen could feel his life force weakening... In the end, he decided to unleash all his Blood Power and swiftly made his way to the top floor of the castle where Su Ye was located.
At that moment, Garen halted in his tracks.
From the first step of the staircase, he saw bodies lying in gruesome states—some were castle servants, others were assassins dressed in black... Limbs and remains were scattered everywhere, and the stench of blood filled the air!
Most critically, there were at least thirteen dead black-clad assassins, each possessing at least the strength of an Advanced Blood Servant!
Clearly, the assassins involved in tonight's attack were far more numerous than what Garen had witnessed!
Garen's complexion grew increasingly pale as his expression turned grave.
As he ascended the stairs, the bodies only multiplied; blood splattered across walls, chandeliers, ceilings, and windows... corpses lay everywhere!
In a mere eighty-meter corridor, Garen encountered no fewer than nine Blood Dancers!
The sound of rain intensified outside, accompanied by distant thunder.
Pushing open the final door revealed a pitch-black living room where a figure sat in the center on a chair.
With a rumble! Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the living room in an instant.
In the pale flash of lightning, Su Ye's long hair was slightly disheveled, her body covered in blood, and a gaping wound marred her left arm.
But fortunately, she was still alive.
Su Ye slowly opened her eyes and looked at Garen standing at the door, a lazy smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
Garen gripped Stormblade tightly, ever vigilant of his surroundings as he stepped toward Su Ye. Due to the effects of Embrace, the closer he got to her, the more intense his weakness became, culminating in excruciating pain with each of his final steps.
"Boom!" Another bolt of lightning struck.
At the same time, there was a "thud," and from the other side of the living room, a towering shadow stirred. It casually discarded something, and a chilling sound of rolling echoed as a grotesque vampire head tumbled into view.
Its pale face and hooked fangs appeared particularly sinister!
With the flash of lightning illuminating the room, Garen caught sight of the imposing figure.
The man was also staring at Garen, his gaze devoid of any emotion and chillingly cold. His face was as silent as a sculpture, even the stubble on his chin seemed sharp as needles...
He was,
Mokfan!
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