Chapter 259 Cut Down
Seeing this, Thunder was totally floored.
The Bennett elites were just as shocked.
They couldn't wrap their heads around the fact that James actually killed Neil.
I mean, this was Neil! Besides his fancy titles, he was Bryan's son. How could James risk Bryan's wrath?
A bunch of snooty women turned pale, their disdain for James morphing into fear.
Thunder snapped out of it, his face twisted with rage. "You deserve to die!"
Today, not only had Archibald bit the dust, but even their big shot got taken out by James with one swing. No wonder he was fuming.
"Weren't you asking me to release him?" James sneered. "Well, here you go. Take him away."
"You bastard, I'll kill you!" Thunder was beyond furious. He leaped down from the second floor, charging at James.
Before James could react, Francis stepped up, dashed forward, and slashed fiercely.
The sword light was cold and swift.
Thunder's expression changed, and he had to switch targets, whipping out a sword to counter.
James took the chance to retreat into a corner with Mary.
The two long swords clashed, echoing like thunder in the room.
Francis and Thunder separated after the clash, both retreating several feet!
After stopping, Thunder looked at Francis in shock. "Who the hell are you?"
He was clearly surprised. This guy who ambushed Leopold in the ring was stronger than he thought.
In that last strike, he used seventy percent of his strength, but not only did he fail to kill Francis, he felt his blood churning, super uncomfortable.
Someone this strong shouldn't be a nobody, but he had never seen Francis before.
Francis didn't answer, just thrust his sword again.
Thunder whipped out a black sword, stomped his foot, and darted to Francis's right side, thrusting the sword nine times in quick succession.
These nine thrusts, though different in form and sequence, were so fast they seemed like nine swords striking at once.
This was Thunder's special move, Rolling Darkness.
It was like a dark cloud, surging secretly, dazzling the opponent and making it impossible to dodge.
When the opponent was confused by the myriad sword shadows, the black sword would silently strike, taking the opponent's life.
Countless enemies had died from this move.
Thunder hated James and his crew so much that he used his ultimate move right away.
Several retreating snooty women closed their eyes, thinking Francis was definitely done for.
Facing the fierce attack, Francis neither dodged nor evaded, his long sword silently thrusting towards Thunder's heart.
No fancy moves, just simple and direct.
It was mutual destruction.
Everyone could see that when Thunder's black sword pierced Francis, Francis's long sword would also pierce Thunder's heart.
Thunder saw it too, never expecting Francis to go all out.
He hesitated slightly, and his black sword slowed by half a beat.
In that fleeting moment, Francis's wrist flicked, and his speed surged.
A flash of cold light, the black sword shadow instantly disappeared, and the entire scene returned to calm.
Thunder's black sword had pierced Francis's chest.
It broke Francis's skin, but didn't sever an artery or pierce the heart.
It stopped there.
Not because he wanted it to stop, but because Francis's long sword had already pierced his throat.
By an extra 2 inches, which decided the outcome, and also life and death.
Thunder painfully regretted why he had hesitated for that half beat.
That moment of hesitation sent him straight to hell.
Thunder's whole body was drenched in blood as he hit the ground hard, eyes wide open, staring at the night sky.
His blood spurted out, scattering beautifully.
Thunder died with his eyes open.
Francis also half-knelt, clutching his wound, not daring to move.
Even though the black sword hadn't severed a blood vessel, it left a nasty mark. Any movement could make it gush out.
It was a close call.
James stepped forward, pulled out a few silver needles, and stopped Francis's bleeding.
Looking at the lifeless Thunder, the Bennett elites were once again in a daze.
Thunder was dead just like that?
They found it absurd. Thunder was a level above Archibald and Neil's most trusted guy.
No matter how unbelievable, the bloody fact was right in front of them.
He was truly dead.
There was no mass outrage or vows of revenge.
The Bennett elites, though strong, were more fearful when facing people like James and Francis.
Sadie, The Shadow Triad, Leopold, Montgomery, Archibald, Thunder—all the formidable people in their eyes—were taken down by James and Francis.
How could they not be terrified?
It was like a nightmare they couldn't wake up from or change.
Despite their numbers and weapons, with Francis injured and Mary as a burden, no one dared to step forward.
James scanned the crowd. "Surrender!"
Surrender?
Over a hundred Bennett elites were speechless.
One person asking a group to surrender? James was too arrogant and humiliating to them!
"Kill him to avenge Mr. Bennett!" Several Bennett leaders couldn't hold back and stepped forward. "If he doesn't die, we will. Mr. Bennett won't spare us!"
A group of subordinates showed fierce expressions.
"You are courting death!" A flash of cold light in James's eyes, his body floated out like a breeze.
A flash of cold light!
Four Bennett leaders hadn't even reacted before their bodies fell backward, blood spraying from their throats like fireworks, bright and beautiful.
Falling to the ground, they looked at James in horror, then their heads tilted, and they died.
It was the sound of a sword returning to its sheath, but no one saw when the sword was drawn or struck.
James glanced at the crowd. "You missed your chance to live."
He was still so arrogant!
The over a hundred people, seething with anger, finally lowered their blades, their remaining courage and killing intent dissipating.
Just as the Bennett elites were about to shout for a desperate fight, the back door suddenly burst open with a loud crash, hit by a large truck.
Then, dozens of white Hummers poured in.
The doors opened, and Jacob, dressed in black, stood at the front of the vehicle.
He pressed his hands down, and two hundred SH Corporation elites drew their swords and advanced.
As Jacob and his men spread out, the front door also burst open with a loud crash, dozens of black Mercedes blocking the entrance.
The doors opened, and Olivia appeared.
At the same time, the sound of engines roared from the river.
Over thirty speedboats rushed over, with Taylor at the forefront.
In less than five minutes, the Bennett villa was tightly sealed, five hundred people surrounding the Bennett members.
They were hopeless.
The Bennett members, faces ashen, dropped their weapons and surrendered.
James, holding Mary, left, but as he passed Olivia, he said faintly, "Cut them down!"
Olivia waved her hand.
Jacob and his men raised their swords and struck.
In an instant, over a hundred enemies were slaughtered.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
