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"Where exactly is that Wandering Merchant's camp?"
Doff swung the whip in his hand, leaving marks on Miraj's skin.
"Pah!"
Miraj spat with a cold smile, which only fueled Doff's anger, making his whip crack even harder.
"I'll make you spit again, I'll make you spit again."
"Sister!"
Lisanna immediately cried out loudly.
"Stop it, please stop!"
Elfman was also weeping, writhing in pain on the ground.
"Heh heh, Doff really is a cruel guy."
"I'm quite interested in this wildcat of a girl. If you gentlemen don't want her, how about giving her to me?"
"It doesn't matter; I just promised one of my subordinates that I would take that boy."
"Then the remaining girl is mine."
"Gentlemen, your drinks."
"Yes, just set them down."
"Ugh!"
"Damn it, there's poison in the wine!"
"Poisonous?"
Newton scoffed; he was no fool. Even if he poisoned everyone here, what would it matter? He couldn't deal with the guards outside.
Just then, one of the Lackeys rushed in, but immediately there was a deafening explosion, and the entire room shattered, leaving countless people reduced to ashes.
It was just one room; there were still plenty of people outside.
"Looks like it's going to be a fight to the death."
Newton grimaced as he entered another room. It was stocked like a special forces armory—pistols, submachine guns, grenades, and more. Fully armed, Newton stepped out.
Flames licked the air as he fired; one gun barrel overheated and instantly morphed into another. If it were defensive enemies, he fired an RPG that shook the entire building.
Attacking? At such a rapid-fire rate, it was either dodge or defend; exchanging fire was foolish. Inside the building, Newton faced only a handful of opponents at a time, allowing him to suppress them fiercely.
"Clatter!"
Everyone realized that this situation could not be resolved in such a confined space, so they decided to retreat.
As Newton watched everyone flee, he began to pant heavily. Though he looked like Sylvester Stallone wielding a machine gun with ease, the physical exertion was immense; he felt his strength waning.
He pulled out a stamina-boosting potion and gulped it down, feeling warmth spread through his limbs. Frowning slightly, he made his way to Doff's interrogation room where Miraj was held.
"What a surprise! I never thought the so-called 'Wandering Merchant' would show up with just three kids."
Doff swung his whip at Miraj while Newton rushed to rescue Lisanna and Elfman.
"Big brother, save my sister!" Lisanna cried out to Newton.
"Don't worry, I will."
Newton looked at Doff, whose information and magic were unknown. There were also many people outside, and if he exhausted too much stamina and magic power along with potions, stepping out would mean certain death.
Moreover, with Miraj beside the opponent, the Fire God dared not make a move. Newton had no choice but to confront the enemy head-on.
He shoved the submachine gun into Elfman's hands and then instructed him on how to use it.
"Are you done explaining?"
Doff seemed to have already made up his mind about Newton. After all, with four kids on his side and a hostage in hand, it was practically a crushing victory. All he had to do was corner them and take them down; there was no way he could lose.
"Kid, it's not me; you really have no chance. How about joining us at Dark Wind? Our guild may not be a famous Dark Guild, but we can definitely provide you with the materials you desire. We can even offer you the position of Vice President. You would be our second-in-command. What do you say?"
Bang!
Newton fired a shot, ensuring it wouldn't ricochet as long as he avoided Miraj's area.
Clang!
Doff surprisingly blocked the bullet with the handle of his whip, deflecting Newton's shot.
"Kid, not bad for power, but you're still lacking a bit."
Doff swung his whip, and it seemed as if the air itself was being torn apart. If that strike hit Newton, it would surely leave him severely injured.
However, Doff's target was clearly not Newton but the gun in his hand. Newton felt an immense force surge through him as his handgun shattered into pieces.
Newton charged at Doff. The whip's strength was primarily at its tip; it was similar to long weapons where being close to the body diminished its power.
"Good idea, but still a bit off."
Doff's tone was ambiguous—was it praise or mockery? He flicked his whip again, but this time it struck the wall and then turned back to grab Newton's arm.
"Alchemy!"
Newton pressed directly against the whip, but analysis was impossible; it was clear that this was made using materials from magical beasts, and Newton's knowledge was still somewhat lacking.
Unable to perform Alchemy, Newton was instead pulled and slammed against the wall.
"Boom!"
"Ugh!"
Newton spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his body might split apart. His wrist quickly swelled up, a result of being yanked by the whip moments ago.
"Where does your confidence come from? Do you dare to oppose us here?"
Doff mocked Newton, swinging the whip in his hand, striking Newton repeatedly. But then, the direction of the whip changed, aiming at the two siblings sneaking toward Miraj. However, Newton blocked it just in time.
"Smack!"
A deep gash appeared on Newton's body, almost causing him to faint. He pulled out a cigarette and took two hard puffs.
"Is that all you've got? Not even enough to tickle me."
Newton glared fiercely at the siblings, who hurriedly ran toward their sister.
"Hah, what if I throw this girl to you?"
Doff sneered and casually tossed Miraj away. Elfman and Lisanna immediately lunged forward, but the whip shot out like a spear. If it struck Miraj, she would surely be doomed.
"Don't!"
Lisanna felt despair wash over her, as if everything had collapsed.
"Hah, is she about to die?"
Miraj recalled what the elders in her village had said: before one dies, they often reflect on their past. But after thinking back, Miraj realized how short her life truly was. She really didn’t want to die.
"Hey, aren't you going to move?"
The salty taste spread in Miraj's mouth, but that voice suddenly jolted him awake. He opened his eyes to find Newton standing in front of him, a whip-like spear piercing through Newton's chest, blood dripping from the tip of the whip onto Miraj's face.
"You..."
"Get lost!"
Newton truly felt as if he had experienced a moment of clarity, a surge of strength flooding his body. Well, it looked like a moment of clarity, but it was actually just the effect of the Stimulant Newton had taken. However, after this, he would likely be weak for a considerable time.
He reached out and grabbed the whip, Doff furrowing his brow.
"Do you want to die?"
"Hah, being captured by you is worse than death, right?"
Newton actually managed to tear the whip apart with sheer force and then placed his hands on the ground.
"Alchemy!"
Countless spears shot up from the ground, each one aimed at Doff.
"Hah, really!"
Doff mocked as he swept the whip horizontally, clearing all the iron spears away.
"What are you?"
But suddenly, an explosion erupted near Doff's feet. Newton's attack was not merely a straightforward spear assault; he had added homemade grenades on top of it. Although Doff had cleared away the spears, the grenades exploded directly afterward.
As the smoke cleared, Newton had vanished without a trace.
"Great job, this time I've really suffered a loss."
Stimulant was difficult to make; even Newton had only managed to create three vials, and it was uncertain how long it would take to produce more. Yet, he considered himself fortunate to have escaped at all.
As for breaking out, although there was a high chance of being targeted by others at the main gate, at least there were many people around, increasing the chances of slipping through unnoticed. However, just as Newton reached the door, a whip shot toward him.
"What I cannot have, no one else shall!"
Newton grimaced, but just then, a figure rushed forward and stood behind him.
"Sister!"
Newton never expected that it would be Miraj standing in his defense. He had the courage to shield himself because he had the potion and had consumed Stimulant to avoid critical harm, but Miraj did not possess such means.
"Roar!"
A massive hand pinned Doff down, and an old man looked sadly at Newton, as well as at the weeping Lisanna and Elfman.
"Well, I suppose this... settles our debts..."
Miraj spat out blood and then gazed at Newton.
"Please take care of my younger siblings..."
"Alchemy! Alchemy! Is there anything that can help this girl?"
Newton shouted frantically.
"Oh, are you serious?"
A mysterious voice replied.
"Of course!"
"Even if it requires you to give up something...?"
Newton suddenly found himself standing in front of a door, a vague figure appearing before it.
"Of course, what do I need to do?"
For some reason, Newton felt a sudden calmness wash over him; it seemed that in front of this door, nothing was impossible.
"Touch the door. Once you do, you'll understand."
Following the figure's advice, Newton reached out and touched the door. In an instant, a flood of knowledge surged into his mind.
It felt as though a great deal had transpired, yet in reality, only a brief moment had passed. In the real world, Newton pressed one hand against Miraj's chest.
"I won't let you die! Alchemy!"
An Alchemy Array appeared beneath them, and Newton immediately felt a terrifying tearing sensation in one of his arms.
"Ah... ahhhhhh!"
As the Alchemy Array dissipated, Newton lost one arm, but Miraj's chest returned to its original state. Feeling the heartbeat that had resumed, Newton smiled faintly before collapsing against Miraj's chest.
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