Chapter 91 Who Else
James looked up and saw Carl approaching with a long knife. With a sinister smile, Carl exuded murderous intent.
His burly figure, illuminated by the blade's reflection, was imposing.
"Kill him, avenge Claire."
Piper and Ariana exchanged glances, drew their swords simultaneously, and charged at Carl.
James shouted, "Be careful."
Before their swords could touch Carl, they saw his knife sweep across, fast and ruthless.
They cursed inwardly and quickly leaped back, their swords deflecting the blow.
Though they reacted swiftly, they still felt a sharp pain in their waists, a surge of brute force hitting them, and they cried out as they were thrown 16 feet away.
Claire looked over and saw that both had a knife wound on their waists. Though not fatal, it bled profusely.
"Bastard!" Claire shouted, "This bastard only knows how to use weapons to overpower people."
"Weapons to overpower people?" Carl's lips curled into a mocking smile. "You overestimate your skills."
Piper and Ariana gripped their swords with their right hands, the tips angled upward, poised to strike.
"Impressive, the starting stance of the Mystic Alliance. No wonder you look down on others." Carl looked at the two women with amusement. "Too bad your skills are lacking, not even half as good as Richard's."
Carl said, "To deal with you, I don't even need to use a knife."
As he finished speaking, he discarded the knife. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his overwhelming aura exploded like a flood, shocking everyone.
Piper and Ariana's faces changed slightly, but they still shouted, "Damn!"
They charged forward, merging with their swords.
Carl stomped the ground hard, shattering the floor into scattered stones.
"Kill him!" The two women raised their swords and thrust forward.
Carl's fists struck the swords, sending them flying with a loud clang. His fists kept up the momentum, aiming for the women's chests.
Ariana and Piper's faces changed dramatically, hurriedly raising their hands to block.
Fist and palm collided, creating a fierce shockwave.
The two women trembled violently. Even using all their strength, they staggered back approximately six feet before they were able to stabilize.
Carl sneered and kicked again, his foot slicing through the air towards the women with unstoppable force.
The swift and fierce kick left them no time to react, forcing them to cross their arms in front of their chests.
Carl's kick sent them flying, crashing into a sofa and shattering it.
Ariana and Piper struggled to their feet, spitting blood. Their chests heaved, their faces twisted in pain. The gap in their strength was clearly evident.
At this moment, Bella also approached her people, laughing. "Richard's disciples are nothing special."
"Bastard!" The two women cried out, enduring the pain as they charged again, only to be kicked away by Carl, spitting blood on the ground.
Carl exhaled hot air. "I'm not killing you because I want to hold Richard accountable, to show him the consequences of opposing us."
Piper and Ariana were furious and ashamed, wanting to fight but lacking the strength.
Claire said, "Mr. Clark, you must leave!"
Claire struggled to get up, shouting as she charged again, urging Raymond to run.
Taylor helped her grandfather to leave.
James grabbed her hand. "No need to go."
As he spoke, Carl kicked Claire away again. Carl said, "Indeed, you don't need to leave."
Claire fell in front of James, spitting out black blood.
"Claire!" The two women cried out, seeing blood at Claire's mouth, their faces filled with despair.
Today, they were going to lose.
Claire wiped the blood from her mouth, gritting her teeth as she half-knelt on the ground, glaring at James. "Bastard, you've doomed Mr. Clark."
James squandered the opportunity for escape that she had risked her life to secure.
James said, "You're done. Now it's my turn."
James had Taylor protect Raymond, then slowly stood up.
"Are you crazy? They're not someone you can handle."
"Even we, in all our strength, couldn't defeat them. You're just courting death."
"He could kill you with just one finger."
Seeing James about to confront Carl, Claire and the others were both anxious and angry, thinking it was too reckless.
Bella looked at James and smiled. "James, you're quite interesting and perceptive, but unfortunately, you're overestimating yourself."
James replied calmly, "You shouldn't have said that."
Carl said, "Bella, stop wasting time with him. I can't stand him. Let me cut him down with one strike."
Carl picked up the long knife again, its immense power ready to cleave James in two.
Claire and the others felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Taylor instinctively shouted, "James!"
However, Raymond didn't stop them. He watched James with interest.
James cracked his neck and stepped forward.
Carl said, "Fighting a losing battle, it's utterly ridiculous."
Claire couldn't bear to watch anymore, thinking she should have slapped James to death earlier, knowing he was a fool.
Ariana and Piper also felt that James was overdoing his bravado.
James stared at Carl and said, "Don't worry. The one who will lose is you."
"Hahaha!" Hearing James's words, Carl and Bella burst into exaggerated laughter as if they had listened to the biggest joke in the world.
Their eyes were full of disdain and contempt, finding James's posturing laughable.
At that moment, James suddenly moved.
Carl swung his knife to strike, but halfway through, his movement halted.
A sword tip was at Carl's throat.
A kill within ten steps.
The entire scene fell silent.
The mocking smiles on Bella and the others' faces vanished instantly.
James scanned the crowd around him. "Go on, keep laughing, just laugh."
Carl stared at James, his face extremely grim, filled with fear, anger, and unwillingness.
He had been too relaxed, almost unguarded.
"James, you have some skills. I misjudged you." Carl's eyes flashed with ferocity. "But relying on a sneak attack means nothing."
Carl's voice abruptly stopped.
The sword had already pierced his throat.
Carl's body shook violently, blood spurting from the wound.
He clutched his throat, looking at James in disbelief, never expecting that James would kill him without hesitation.
James said, "You lost. Stop nagging."
James didn't even glance at Carl. "By the way, Austin and Nathan were killed by me."
Hearing this, Carl's eyes bulged as if he wanted to strangle James, but any movement only hastened his death.
Blood gushed out.
Soon, he lost his life.
Bella and her group fell silent again, feeling a chill spreading.
Taylor and Claire were also shocked, realizing how formidable James was.
Only Raymond remained calm, his interest in James growing.
James looked at Bella and her group. "Next one."
Too arrogant.
Taylor and Claire were speechless.
Bella snapped out of it and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
She found James overwhelmingly dangerous.
James didn't waste words, stomping his left foot and shooting forward.
In the arena, a flash of sword light passed.
Fast!
So fast that no one could see James's move clearly.
Bella's face changed dramatically, retreating with all her might.
But halfway through, her body stiffened.
A blood hole appeared in her forehead.
Blood flowed from the wound.
Seeing this, everyone around was stunned.
Bella was defeated. She was dead.
Bella stared at James, unwilling and unyielding but powerless to change her fate.
She fell backward, dying with her eyes open.
She couldn't believe how powerful James was even in death.
One move, another single move.
Claire and the others recalled their offenses against James, feeling an uncontrollable chill.
James shook his sword and looked around the arena. "Who else?"
Who else?
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