“Whoosh!”
Mathias lunged forward, engaging in close combat.
Seeing their opponent charge, six uniformed men also drew their daggers and slashed at Mathias with swift motions.
Mathias pulled out a thin blade mid-charge, lowered his head, and rushed into the gleaming daggers.
Three dagger tips tore through Mathias’ clothes, drawing blood. In the confusion of the woman in blue, Mathias swayed like a willow in the wind, wildly swinging and shaking.
The flashing blades shattered the void in mere moments, and the sound of slicing air abruptly ceased.
Throughout this process, Mathias’ tightly held dagger never once clashed with the thin blades of the uniformed men.
All six dagger-wielding men fell into pools of blood, groaning miserably.
Some had gashes across their chests, others had stabs on their thighs, and most bore gruesome scars on their torsos-not deep but enough to incapacitate them from further fighting.
However, the woman in blue could see that even if these men could continue fighting, their spirits were broken beyond repair.
Mathias had recklessly attacked despite injury to knock down his opponents in one round. Only then could he intimidate them.
Sharp little wounds appeared on Mathias’ body, but his expression remained unchanged, betraying no depth of pain.
In truth, his head throbbed painfully, like nails piercing his nerves.
From afar, Kendra’s eyes gleamed with surprise on her delicate face. She had tried to overestimate Mathias but still underestimated him.
She could tell that the uniformed men brought by the woman in blue were top-notch fighters from the Peel family. Yet, all of them were defeated.
She wished she could drag Darnell over to show him what a true warrior looked like.
But Darnell was nowhere to be seen. If not for the blocked path to the vault, Kendra would have gone to see what happened to him.
“Die-”
At this moment, without giving Mathias any time to catch his breath, the woman in blue moved like a leopard and charged at Mathias.
The swirling smoke became her best cover for the attack as countless pungent gases surged towards Mathias’ face as she advanced.
She threw a punch.
Mathias snorted coldly. Instead of retreating, he advanced to meet her punch with one of his own.
“Thump!”
The two fists collided! White smoke twisted between them.
The woman in blue was sent flying straight back, blood spurting from her mouth and blossoming freely in mid-air!
Defeated! Defeated!
That was her thought as she hit the ground-defeated in one move!
Mathias’ eyelids twitched. He bit his lip to regain some clarity.
“Whoosh!”
Just as Mathias was about to approach the woman in blue to take her hostage, Omar leaped out from the smoke.
His body sprang high with a spin as he swept his leg outwards.
Mathias shook his dizzy head and countered with a backward punch against the old man’s leg.
The fist swung through the air with a faint whistling sound.
Fist met foot with a dull thud. Omar staggered back three steps, feeling his attack repelled by a powerful force.
The dominating force numbed his heel tendons while Mathias’ mouth bled as he retreated backward.
They exchanged glances filled with admiration and killing intent.
Omar rarely showed emotion but now seemed moved. He stomped his left foot on the ground and pounced again into mid-air.
His right leg spun like a serpent’s tongue flicking out continuously until it dazzled before Mathias. The right leg kept moving as if blooming flowers in mid-air.
Mathias didn’t panic. He countered with a knee strike against the old man’s legs and feet.
“Bang! Bang!”
As Mathias blocked two leg attacks from the old man with knee strikes, surprise appeared on his face.
Omar’s leg technique wasn’t just flashy. It carried an elusive quality that confused opponents.
Moreover, Mathias noticed his movements couldn’t keep up with his thoughts. His strength began to wane slightly.
“Whoosh!”
The old man detected something amiss and closed the distance instantly with a flicker of movement.
Mathias instinctively shifted position just as the opponent’s toe grazed past him leaving behind pain in his abdomen.
“Whoosh!”
Missing one strike only made him angrier. Omar roared, launching another attack. A chilling wind seemed imminent upon Mathias’ face, causing stinging sensations.
Mathias felt a sharp pain across his face, a flicker of surprise in his eyes-this old man was indeed formidable.
As his thoughts raced, Omar’s next attack was already upon him.
Mathias quickly raised his arms in defense.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Omar’s powerful kicks struck Mathias’ arms repeatedly, forcing him to take several steps back from the sheer force.
Faced with his opponent’s dazzling leg techniques, Mathias didn’t waste any movements. Seizing the moment when Omar’s attacks slightly weakened, he executed a powerful sweeping kick.
To Omar’s surprise, he was pushed back, stumbling three meters before regaining his balance.
Pain and numbness surged through Mathias’ calves, a testament to the sheer strength behind his strike.
Yet, blood trickled from the corner of Mathias’ mouth, and he grimaced in discomfort. He quickly straightened up and sneered, “You’re old but still strong. Impressive”
Seeing Mathias’ arrogance ignited Omar’s fury. With a fierce roar, he launched another attack, his power and speed reaching their peak.
He spun around and unleashed a chaotic flurry of kicks, resembling fireworks falling from the sky in disarray.
Confronted with the relentless barrage of leg techniques, Mathias didn’t hesitate. He delivered a clean, beautiful knee strike straight into his opponent.
“Bang!”
The knee strike, combined with the force from his hips, met Omar’s legs, which were still in the process of unfolding, like a delicate flower caught in a storm, falling helplessly.
Yet, Omar reacted with lightning speed. As his right leg dropped, his left foot shot up sharply, landing a solid kick to Mathias’ abdomen.
A muffled thud echoed as Mathias doubled over, retreating two steps.
Though his expression was hidden from view, the way he hunched over indicated that his stomach was churning violently.
Omar snorted, showing no hesitation as he attacked again. He shifted his body, sprang into the air, and brought down a powerful elbow strike toward Mathias.
“Bang!”
Mathias endured the pain to shield himself, and his arms made a sickening crack as the impact reverberated through his body, causing him to shudder and weaken.
He was nearly brought to his knees by Omar’s attack, feeling as though his right wrist might snap from the force, the shockwaves scattering through his body.
However, he gritted his teeth and pushed through the pain, extending his left arm to jab at Omar’s shoulder, forcing him to stagger back three steps with a grunt.
“You’re asking for it!”
Omar’s expression darkened. He pivoted and closed in on Mathias again, delivering a palm strike.
Dizzy and heavily injured, Mathias had no time to defend himself and could only watch helplessly as the blow landed.
“Bang!”
He was sent flying backward, crashing seven or eight meters away, landing hard at the corridor’s junction.
“The game is over.”
As Omar advanced to deliver a finishing kick to Mathias, the bull-masked robber appeared at the far end of the corridor, bouncing toward the hall while pushing a narrow cart.
On the cart were six black bags, their tops loosely tied, and a glimmer of gold could be seen peeking through.
“Bull, get out of there quickly!”
At that moment, Mathias suddenly struggled to his feet, leaping forward to wrap his arms around Omar’s leg while shouting to his companion, “Go now!”
The bull-masked robber hesitated, instinctively slowing his pace, but the cart’s momentum carried him a few meters forward as he stared in shock at the unfolding scene.
Omar snorted menacingly and then swung his left hand, striking Mathias’ back and causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.
With a swift lift of his leg, he sent Mathias crashing away, who slammed into a display case. The glass shattered, and blood was spraying. Half-conscious, Mathias still struggled to shout, “Go…”
But the bull-masked robber remained rooted to the spot, frozen in place.