Coldly, she said, “Wait here, and don’t run off. I don’t want you to cause us any trouble. Understand?”


    “They have highly skilled fighters among them. Your men won’t be able to handle them.” Dustin


    responded. tly.


    “Ha! What a joke! I’ve fought in countless battles, and I’ve seen it all. A burn like you will never


    understand how strong we are.” Her expression grew colder.


    “Having confidence ismendable, but don’t be too blind. You should always believe there is


    someone. better out there,” he reminded.


    “Shut your nonsense. Just stay here as I told you to. I won’t forgive you if you ruin our operation!” she


    shouted coldly before joining the fray.


    Dustin didn’t say anything more and narrowed his eyes, staring silently at Fletcher. Seated behind him


    were a few martial artists d in entric clothing. From their breathing patterns, Dustin could tell that


    they were all the best low–level martial artists, with two of them already considered a high–level martial


    artist.


    “So he has backup. No wonder he dared be so wild.” Even though his men were going down, Fletcher


    wasn’t anxious. In fact, his expression showed one of amusement.


    It didn’t matter if they died since they were just cannon fodder. The real fighters were seated right


    behind him. There weren’t many of them, but they were all ranked on The Hundred Immortals.


    Especially the twin brothers with the code name Darkwrath and Lightwrath. They were the seventh and


    eighth on The Hundred Immortals, respectively. They practiced the dark arts, and their moves were


    terrifyingly lethal. When they fought separately, they werefortably ranked in the top ten. When they


    joined forces, their power


    doubled.


    Of course, besides the twins, another highly skilled martial artist was hidden within the vi. That


    person was ranked third on the Hundred Immortals–Judge. Whenever Judge appeared, only a trail of


    death would follow.


    Regardless of how many fighters the Harmon family sent, they were all going to meet their demise.


    After a brutal fight, hundreds of the Hummer family’s fighters were left lying on the ground. The shadow


    guards of the Harmon family, on the other hand, had suffered only a single casualty and five injuries.


    Their losses were rtively minimal inparison.


    “Hmph! You dare kidnap Ms. Harmon with these pitiful weaklings? You should have known better!”


    Istrid stood with a sense of pride. With a swift downward flick, droplets of blood glistened as they


    sttered off her sword. She looked gant and imposing.


    “Impressive! The Harmon family’s shadow guards are indeed Impressivel Fletcher apuded with a


    smile.


    “Since you’re aware of our skills, why aren’t you releasing the hostage yet?” Istrid pointed her sword


    forward.


    “The person you’re looking for is right here in this cage. Come save her yourself if you have the guts.”


    Fletcher overturned the dog cage with a kick, and the woman inside trembled in fear. However, her


    disheveled


    appearance made it difficult to discern her features.


    “Ms. Harmon?” Istrid’s expression hardened, and she rushed forward with her men. As they neared the


    cage. Istrid drew her sword and severed the chains with a resounding ng.


    “Ms. Harmon! Are you okay?”


    Istrid opened up the metal door and was about to save the woman inside when the woman suddenly


    shed an evil grin, With a sudden wave of her hand, she threw out a barrage of yellow powder that


    was highly toxic. Any ordinary person who came into contact with it would surely meet their demise.


    Istrid’s pupils constricted, and she immediately stepped back, covering her mouth and nose to avoid


    inhaling the dust.


    “Hah… You reacted quickly. You almost fell into my trap,” the woman chuckled lightly, pushing her hair


    aside to reveal a pale and unfamiliar face.


    “Who are you?” Istrid’s brow furrowed. It was fortunate that she dodged in time, or she would have


    been in trouble.


    “That’s not important. What’s important is how much your head is worth.” the woman replied and


    launched another attack, thrusting her knife forward.


    “Hmph!” Istrid’s longsword quivered as it severed the woman’s arm and, at the same time, pierced


    through her chest with lightning speed.


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    “So fast. The woman’s eyes widened as she toppled backward.