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As Leopard killed the young girl, Yasthia was attacked.
It was a burly man, striking with the level 11 Fighting Spirit, powerful and ferocious. Fortunately, Tifet noticed in time and managed to repel him.
Tifet's expression was grave. The guards were engaged in a fierce battle, with casualties occurring every moment. As the Left Knight of the Empire, he had to ensure Yasthia's safety first. The screams of the crowd echoed around him, and Tifet's face grew increasingly grim. Just then, Sharg suddenly charged out and held off Leopard.
But danger still lurked... Tifet sensed that the Brawny Man was hiding nearby, likely to launch another ambush or assist his companion. Either scenario would lead to unforeseen and terrible consequences.
“He's in that grove!” Yasthia concluded her sensing magic and pointed toward the nearby trees.
Tifet hesitated for a moment.
“Don't worry, there are only these two enemies nearby,” Yasthia assured him.
At her words, Tifet paused until he saw the Heart of Agou in Yasthia's palm. Understanding dawned on him, and he swiftly dashed into the grove.
At that moment, Tifet had his sword tip pressed against Mankui's forehead.
“Identity, purpose, instigator,” Tifet said coldly.
Sweat dripped down from Mankui's forehead, his heart filled with shock. In their earlier encounter, his opponent had defeated him in just five moves! It was known that Mankui’s fighting skills were honed through countless battles on the Iron Battlefield; even before the War God Rhenia, he could hold his ground for a while!
However, no matter how terrifying this man was, he could never compare to that woman! Just thinking of Su Ye’s face made Mankui tremble involuntarily, and he immediately dismissed any thoughts of revealing information.
In that brief moment of hesitation, with a swift motion, the sword pierced through his skull, and Mankui’s body fell to the ground with a thud.
“I gave you a chance,” Tifet pulled out his sword and turned to another battlefield.
Though the appearance of these two warriors was abrupt, wasting time on interrogation would be foolish. The most important thing now was to ensure Yasthia's safety and the smooth operation of the Watchtower.
At that moment, Tifet suddenly stopped in his tracks, his expression growing increasingly serious.
Not far away, a figure known as the Woman in a White Veil appeared, calmly staring at him.
On the stone tablet, Garen's expression was more grim than ever.
When the first young girl died, he encountered the enemy and witnessed Black Duncan's unyielding struggle until the end. He never expected that this hospitable and somewhat simple-minded captain of the guard would meet such a fate. Each attack from Leopard felt like an insult to him!
As Leopard approached the Rookie Class, Garen's body nearly left the stone tablet, but he was stopped just in time by Yasthia.
Yes, for now, the three factions were in a stable state. However, if he stepped away from the stone tablet, it would mean that the balance was broken. Not only would the Watchtower be destroyed, but the resulting shockwaves would also kill everyone present...
So he stood on that stone tablet, watching as Black Duncan's spine was shattered, witnessing his guards—those who had watched over the lighthouse—one by one have their throats cut...
There were no roars, no glares, not even a hint of movement; Garen's eyes were filled with calmness.
But upon closer inspection, one could see that his fists were clenched to the extreme, nails digging into flesh, blood seeping through his fingers... If any of Demacia's Fearless Vanguard soldiers were present, they would recognize this as a sign of an impending eruption—a clear indication that Garen was furious beyond measure!
A thunderous roar erupted!
From within the massive vortex came a flash of lightning that shattered mountaintops dozens of miles away, illuminating the night sky as bright as day!
Leopard struggled to rise from the ground, three deep claw marks marring his chest and bleeding profusely.
On the other side, Sharg looked even worse; his massive body was riddled with cuts, six out of ten claws broken, and his left knee was grotesquely deformed!
Leopard couldn't help but recall the mocking laughter of that captain before his death... Looking back at Sharg now filled him with wariness. Despite this guy's Fighting Spirit being only level 8, he possessed Werewolf Clan bloodlines that far surpassed humans in both offense and defense!
More importantly, this guy had extensive combat experience that rivaled or even exceeded those desperate fighters from Iron Battle Arena. His wounds appeared severe but were actually strategic—left to avoid fatal blows. For instance, that deformed left leg was a result of dodging a crushing elbow strike aimed at his chest!
The sound of cracking echoed as his left leg slowly began to straighten! Those emerald green eyes merely narrowed slightly, as if they could not sense the excruciating pain from the bone deformation.
No, he couldn't be allowed to recover any further!
"Whoosh!" Two sharp sounds rang out simultaneously, and in the blink of an eye, the two figures were entangled once more, delivering whip-like kicks, elbow strikes, knee thrusts, and collisions... The muffled sounds of "bang bang bang bang" erupted continuously, each attack capable of being fatal!
Before long, the two figures suddenly separated again!
Leopard's body flew over twenty meters away. Before he could fall, Rody's arrows whizzed through the air, followed closely by a group of frenzied guards who charged in with a roar, instantly surrounding Leopard!
Meanwhile, Sharg landed with a thud near the base of Watchtower.
He paid no attention to the guards who were continuously falling in battle but immediately pulled out two vials of Fighting Potion and a healing potion, swallowing them down in an effort to recover.
He couldn't waste the precious time that those guards had bought with their lives!
At this moment, Sharg was very close to Garen's monument. He glanced at Garen, who was silent and looking down, as if he could feel the burning fury emanating from him.
"Aren't you going to thank me?" Sharg joked while recovering, as if his gruesome wounds were mere decorations. "I was about to leave Baron's territory when I remembered that this damned tower was almost finished and thought I'd come take a look... But my luck is terrible; I just got back and ran into this kind of mess!"
Sharg squinted at Leopard, who continued his slaughter. "Something's off about this guy; I can smell the scent of blood kin in his veins."
"Huh? What kind of look is that?" Suddenly realizing something, Sharg exploded in anger. "Hey! Are you pitying me? Get lost! This kind of injury is nothing more than a scrape to me; I'm toughing it out!"
"Still watching?"
Sharg immediately jumped up, grabbing a knife and charging back into the battlefield.
If there had been a healing mage present, they would have noticed that Sharg's injuries were extremely severe; even his internal organs had been affected. Yet he was still able to move and fight, relying on his Werewolf Clan bloodline.
In fact, this was the worst injury Sharg had ever sustained in his life.
Deep within the pitch-black forest.
"I should have guessed it long ago... His Highness the Second Prince needs a knife, and in recent years, Solomon is the best choice." Tifet's eyes were filled with vigilance. "If you are here, then that woman must also be present?"
Bai fell silent for a moment before nodding.
"I've always been curious. With your strength, why resort to these scraps?" Tifet glanced at Mankui's corpse.
Seeing Bai remain silent, Tifet sneered, "Last year at the Dark Court, we had quite a bit of interaction. There's no need to hide such matters now."
"Lord Suye didn't let me take action," Bai replied succinctly.
"What about her? Thirteen Castle has only produced one genius in these past few centuries; why doesn't she act personally? Does she think her opponents are too weak? Heh, with that woman's character, as long as the price is right, there's nothing she wouldn't do."
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Tifet's mouth.
"I know very well what the Second Prince is like; he will definitely pay a sufficient price."
"So, that woman isn't unwilling to act herself; rather, she can't... or rather, she's suffered serious injuries—serious enough that upon knowing I was here, she had to resort to other means. And the helpers she brought along are merely two human battle slaves. Doesn't this imply that she no longer trusts the blood clan? In that case, the source of her injuries becomes quite clear."
"Am I right?"
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