Chapter 328 Is That Clear Enough?
Three Mystic Alliance disciples lunged out of the shadows.
The elder in gray flicked his wrist.
A streak of red light sliced through the air. The three disciples jerked, blood gushing from their throats as they crumpled to the ground.
Their mouths hung open, faces twisted with disbelief as they hit the dirt.
James narrowed his eyes. 'A formidable enemy!'
The gray-clad elder didn't pause for a moment, stepping on a corpse with his left foot to propel himself upward.
His entire body shot up instantly.
The next second, he plummeted down like a meteor.
He landed right in the middle of the Mystic Alliance's goons charging at him.
Four of them swung their swords straight for his head.
The gray-clad elder didn't even flinch. His body tensed, and in a flash, razor-sharp energy waves blasted out.
It was like a hot knife through butter—the blades sliced clean through.
Blood sprayed everywhere as the goons' heads hit the dirt!
In the blink of an eye, the four strong combatants of the Mystic Alliance were decapitated.
After killing seven people in a row, the gray-clad elder didn't stop, his red sword still fierce.
As he advanced, he struck one person in the chest, sending a burly man flying backward instantly.
Without a sound, he fell to the ground silently.
With a twist of the blade, the red sword swept across another person's neck, and another elite of the Mystic Alliance fell, blood spraying everywhere.
Despite the heavy casualties, the gray-clad elder's eyes remained calm as he swung his red sword again.
Two disciples of the Mystic Alliance, who had just wiped the blood from their eyes, found a new wound on their chests.
At that moment, three daggers shot toward the gray-clad elder from different angles, their blades flashing, cutting off any chance of escape.
The Mystic Alliance fighters went all in, their attacks relentless, leaving him no way out without taking a hit.
But the elder didn't budge. He swung his red sword in a wide arc.
The daggers clattered to the ground.
Then, weirdly, they shot back, followed by screams.
Blood poured from their wrists and shoulders.
Without missing a beat, the elder stepped forward and slit their throats.
They crumpled backward, blood gushing from their necks.
Just like that, all the Mystic Alliance fighters were wiped out.
The area around Storm Pavilion was filled with blood.
Mia drew her long sword and shouted, "Who are you really?"
Dozens of disciples of the Mystic Alliance retreated, protecting Lancelot and James, while surrounding the uninvited guest.
The elder's face stayed stone-cold as he flicked the blood off his red sword. "You killed my four apprentices, took Neil's head, and you're still asking who I am? Seriously?" His voice was icy. "I was planning to come to Rosewood City and wipe you out sooner, but some things got in the way. Better late than never, though. James, I think Thunder and the others would appreciate your head as a housewarming gift!"
He let out a short sigh, his eyes dark with a mix of sadness and raw, unhinged rage.
"Apprentices? Thunder? Neil?" The Mystic Alliance disciples exchanged confused glances, but Mia's face went pale. She gasped, "You're… Maximilian?"
"Been a while since I've pulled this sword out," Maximilian said, his voice cold as steel. "Guess people thought I'd gone soft. Today, I'll use your blood to sharpen it back up."
James raised an eyebrow. No wonder the guy was a beast—he was the tenth-ranked hitman.
He was also kinda shocked the guy had tracked him down here.
James was about to step up, but Lancelot yanked him back into his seat, cool as ever, and started pouring tea. "Relax, James. It's just some hitman. Why are you freaking out like it's a big deal?"
He poured James a cup of tea. "Come, try my tea."
James smiled helplessly and took a sip.
At that moment, under Lancelot's gesture, dozens of disciples of the Mystic Alliance charged forward again.
Machetes, daggers, and long swords all aimed at Maximilian.
Facing the crowd's attack, Maximilian leaked a mere smile and suddenly shook his right hand.
The long sword didn't glow or flash—it was just dark, sharp, and deadly. But the chill it carried was something else. It wasn't just in the air; it cut straight through bones, hearts, and souls. Everyone felt it, and for a split second, the world seemed to freeze.
Thirteen Mystic Alliance disciples didn't even have time to blink before blood sprayed from their chests, and they were tossed aside like rag dolls.
With a single thrust, Maximilian took out thirteen guys, and his sword didn't even slow down—it kept going, slicing straight through the ribs of the next unlucky soul standing behind them.
Another scream echoed.
Then, with a backhand swing, Maximilian felled eight strong combatants of the Mystic Alliance, all of them groaning as they fell, their abdomens slashed open.
Blood flowed profusely.
Maximilian didn't pause, his steps steady as he advanced.
Mia shouted sternly, "Stop him!"
Another dozen disciples of the Mystic Alliance charged forward.
Maximilian didn't even spare them a glimpse, taking them down one by one with his sword, without the slightest hesitation.
The screams were brutal, like some kind of twisted horror show, and blood sprayed everywhere as his sword kept moving. It was chaos, pure and simple.
Mia and the others watched with twitching eyelids.
They never expected Maximilian to be so invincible.
In no time, Maximilian left over fifty people lying on the ground, and the number of Mystic Alliance disciples guarding the pavilion dwindled.
Mia and the others felt their mouths go dry.
Too fast, too powerful, no one could resist.
James couldn't hold back any longer and stood up, shouting, "Maximilian, it's me who killed your disciples, come at me!"
His resolve was never as strong as Lancelot's; he couldn't ignore the deaths of the Mystic Alliance disciples.
Maximilian leveled his blood-soaked sword at James and smirked, "You're dead. And so is everyone else. Everyone at JZL Medical Clinic are all going down. I'll wipe out your entire family to pay for what happened to my disciples."
His voice was ice-cold, like some kind of stone-cold killer.
When James heard that, rage boiled up inside him. He was ready to end this, right here, right now.
"Kill us all?" Even the usually calm Lancelot smiled coldly, "You're too arrogant!"
Maximilian sneered, "Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?"
Mia shouted, "This is Lancelot, how dare you be disrespectful?"
"Lancelot? Who is that?" Maximilian snorted disdainfully, "I didn't expect that in the ten years I've been away, so many shameless people have emerged. Lancelot, what a joke!"
His eyes were full of contempt, clearly considering Lancelot a fraud.
Lancelot's smile suddenly widened, and his figure flashed like a ghost, disappearing in an instant.
When he reappeared, he was already behind Maximilian!
Maximilian's face went pale, like he'd just stepped into a nightmare. His whole body went cold, like ice.
Maximilian ducked to the side on instinct, stabbing his sword backward in one smooth move.
However, at that moment, a hand, like lightning, grabbed his neck.
Maximilian's entire body stiffened instantly, the red sword he had thrust out halted in mid-air.
His face turned as pale as sheet.
Mia and the others were stunned.
James also saw him in a new light.
"You wanted to know who Lancelot is," Lancelot said, his gaze icy as he smirked at Maximilian. "Let me break it down for you. What The Walker won't touch, I will. Who The Guardian Legion can't handle, I can. And if The Dragon's Breath can't take out a target, I'll get it done. On this land of Celestia, I'm the one who deals with the dirtiest jobs, the most difficult targets, and the fiercest enemies. I act first, report later—backed by the full authority of the nation. That's Lancelot. Clear enough?"
Then, with a swift motion, he snapped Maximilian's neck.
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