Kapitel 114: Chapter 114: Welma vs. Alexander
Chapter 114: Welma vs. Alexander
Willard stopped in his tracks, heart pounding wildly.
He kept turning his head, scanning the surrounding enemies.
In the darkness, the mercenaries slowly closed in, evoking a sense of deathly menace like lurking ghosts.
This time, the Mercenary Guild dispatched twelve mercenaries in total, each an expert within the guild.
They were newcomers, on their first team mission, and the rewards were substantial.
The retrieval of Blue Silver Grass was crucial, and despite Willard's decline, he was still S-rank.
Seeing himself surrounded, Willard panicked and asked, "W-Welma, can you tell what rank they are?"
Welma looked directly at Alexander, her voice cold and distant: "Aside from that one, who I can't read, the rest are just C-rank."
Willard fixed his gaze on Alexander. "Isn't he a low-level mercenary? The Mercenary Guild sent a high-ranking mercenary to kill me—they really see me as a threat! Welma, can you handle him?"
Welma's cold, beautiful face showed a confident smile. "There are indeed many in this world who can defeat me, but each one has a reputation.
But someone wearing a Ghost King mask? Never heard of him."
Willard understood.
Even if Welma couldn't win, she could still get him out.
When people are free from worries, they start thinking of other things.
His master, Merlin's words, echoed in his mind:
"All the enemies in this world are mere stepping stones for you!"
Willard had no intention of fleeing.
So what if it was the Mercenary Guild, whom even his master feared?
I, Willard, have no fear!
Everything is a stepping stone on my path to ascension!
Blue Silver Grass vines broke through the ground, writhing with impatience.
Straightening his spine, Willard spoke loudly:
"So you are the mercenaries? Are you the ones here to persecute my master and me?
You've chosen your path to death!
Today, for my master, Merlin, I shall bring justice upon you!"
With that, Willard struck first, sending Blue Silver Grass vines hurtling toward the mercenaries behind him.
"Blue Silver Bind!"
Why target the ones behind him?
Because he might not be able to handle the one wearing the Ghost King mask at the front.
The twelve mercenaries, waiting for their moment, began to move, shadowy figures sweeping forward, all rushing toward Willard.
Willard was taken aback.
All twelve of them, coming for me? None of you are going to fight Welma?
"No matter! My destiny is extraordinary; I shall turn misfortune into fortune!"
Willard roared, Blue Silver Grass dancing as the power of his S-rank talent temporarily made the twelve mercenaries unable to find an opening.
Outside the chaotic fight, Welma remained motionless for a long time.
She looked at Alexander with a complex expression; her cold, foxy eyes slowly filled with bewilderment.
Seeing Alexander, it seemed as if many things had suddenly clicked into place.
The explosion at the Eastern District's Security Office, the downfall of the Black Dragon Gang, and a series of other incidents—all of them started to make sense.
Welma always felt that an unseen hand was stirring the waves in the South Sea.
She had initially thought it was a misconception. Welma's brows furrowed, then relaxed into a sigh of helplessness:
"So, the person behind Ethan Blake—is that you?"
Alexander neither nodded nor denied it, but Welma understood the answer.
Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and the temperature dropped a few degrees.
Welma's pupils turned an intense shade of blue, emitting an eerie glow.
"So, we finally meet! Let's see if your skills match your cunning!"
By the time she finished speaking, her voice had almost turned into a roar.
Having finally understood everything, she now knew why Ethan Blake could contend with her. Her conflict with Alexander had all started because of Ethan, and in this conflict, her brother had become a casualty.
The tragic fate had officially arrived.
Welma's hands moved in a fluid motion, blue light flashing continuously, and snowflakes appeared like flying blades.
The surrounding trees and the dilapidated buildings were all destroyed under her first deadly strike.
Alexander didn't budge. As the snowflakes shot toward him, a fierce azure flame ignited around him, transforming into a massive hand that enveloped him—the Heavenly Flame of Creation.
No matter how sharp or powerful the snowflakes were, they disintegrated the moment they encountered the Heavenly Flame of Creation.
Welma's eyes filled with disbelief.
"You… an S-rank fire awakener?!"
Though fire restrained ice, the level of flame still mattered. Only S-rank flames could counter her frost!
Welma's hair whipped in the air as her hands formed seals.
The chill in the sky drew the snowflakes together, forming a massive tiger head spanning a hundred meters.
"Roar!"
The giant flaming hand made from the Heavenly Flame of Creation began to rise slowly. Guided by his heightened spiritual awareness, Alexander could use it to fly through the air.
"Don't run!"
Welma shouted as she stepped onto a giant snowflake, chasing Alexander with the frost tiger head in tow.
It was a surreal sight.
To an unknowing onlooker, it would appear as if there were two glowing figures in the sky—a giant fiery fist fleeing, pursued by a massive tiger head.
Their spiritual powers were astonishing, using their abilities as vehicles, and spirituality as the medium. They flew out of the city and into the wilderness.
The flaming hand descended and dissipated.
Alexander was exposed to the freezing wind, standing motionless on the ground as though his spiritual power had been exhausted.
Welma sneered, "You dare to challenge me in spiritual strength? You're far from my level!"
The frost tiger roared, descending from the sky, shaking the earth.
"Boom!"
Alexander made no attempt to resist as the icy tiger's jaws clamped down, pinning him firmly to the ground.
The ground instantly froze over in a wide radius.
Welma landed, casting a skeptical glance at the unmoving tiger head.
After a moment, she scoffed with derision, "Why are there so many worthless S-ranks lately? I actually had some questions to ask you."
She turned, intending to return and help Willard.
Suddenly, she froze.
Welma sensed an overwhelming surge of flame energy behind her!
She spun around, her face full of shock.
From the seven orifices of the frost tiger head, flames seeped out, and melting snow trickled down like blood.
Narrowing her eyes, Welma sprinted toward the tiger head.
As the tiger head shattered, she swung her long leg fiercely at Alexander, who had reemerged.
Alexander raised his arm to block.
Not only was he the top spiritual talent in the entire province, but his physical skills were also impeccable.
Welma's strike was firmly stopped.
Then, a pair of massive, fiery hands grabbed Welma, lifted her into the air, and smashed her into the ground.
The earth cracked, and Welma was pressed deep into the ravine.
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