Robin didn’t stay in Master Lewis’ territory. After discussing the plan, he left.
Upon leaving the villa, Tiger escorted Robin back.
However, at a mountain bend, Robin said, “Stop.”
“What?”
Tiger immediately asked, but at the same time, he also stepped on the brakes.
Master Lewis had warned him that Nightowl was very important.
He must follow Nightowl’s orders.
Even at a crucial moment, Nightowl could replace him and command the entire underground world of Mountland.
Just then, from the sky above the stretch of road ahead, a massive stone suddenly descended. With a loud thud, it smashed onto the road, causing Tiger to break out in a cold sweat. If it hadn’t been for Robin’s warning, they would have been reduced to a smear of flesh on the ground by now.
“Stay in the car,” he instructed.
Robin exited the vehicle.
He cast a glance toward the mountaintop and challenged, “Come on out. You Maplia folks aren’t usually this underhanded. Come down and fight me.”
“Hehehe.”
A laugh echoed down, followed by a man leaping from the mountaintop. His internal energy rippled, allowing him to land unharmed. A crowd of individuals dressed like assassins appeared behind him.
“Well, Nightowl, as a top-tier assassin, your danger perception is quite sharp,” the leader, a slightly chubby Maplian, said, not at all slow in his movements. “Our little tricks are indeed superfluous and somewhat despicable. But the Sword of Kings is of utmost importance. It’s worth these little tricks.”
“Speaking of impoliteness, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet,” he continued. “Allow me to introduce the Maplia assassin group and Debbie Sanchez, who will be taking your life today.”
Debbie Sanchez had a longsword strapped to her waist, similar to Robin’s.
However, Robin’s weapon was a Tang sword, an older style of longsword that was later introduced to Maplia.
“Take my life?” Robin scoffed.
“Heh,” Debbie Sanchez squinted her eyes and smiled. Then she commanded, “Attack, Hell Cross Formation.”
The assassins sprung into action, wielding darts and daggers. Only the higher-ranked ones used longswords; the lower-ranked ones all used daggers, sharp enough to kill quickly.
The assassins didn’t directly attack Robin, instead, they swarmed around him, forming an enormous formation.
“What a waste to use our ultimate formation on you,” Debbie Sanchez said, brandishing her longsword and joining the fray. The formation began to spin like a whirlpool of hellfire.
Clang.
Debbie Sanchez’s sword clashed with Robin’s.
At that moment, at least five swords from all directions swung at Robin, leaving no blind spots. But Robin’s sword was fast enough. With a single strike, he parried all incoming attacks.
“You are indeed a top-tier assassin,” Debbie Sanchez said with a cold laugh, “you can block five of our swords, but what about ten, fifteen, twenty? Remember, I brought thirty elite assassins. What’s more, our target is not you.”
Robin noticed that more figures were sneaking up from behind, all wearing masks.
“No need to look. The team from Riceshire is led by James. He’s opened several genetic locks, and he can’t be stopped by the likes of Master Tiger,” Debbie Sanchez said, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. This was their plan.
They had teamed up. Initially, they couldn’t have worked together because nobody knew where the Sword of Kings was. What was the point of cooperation if killing Nightowl didn’t guarantee getting the Sword of Kings?
But now, things were different. In the bar, their spy had noticed that the maid by Nightowl’s side held the real Sword of Kings. A rusty sword wouldn’t glow or emit an energy fluctuation, which their spy had sensed.
There’s no mistake. That was undoubtedly the Sword of Kings.
So, they had this current cooperation. They would distract Nightowl, while James and his team would seize the Sword of Kings. A division of labor.
As for what a genetic lock is, Kisia was an ancient martial art, passed down from generation to generation. In countries like Riceshire, they relied on unlocking layers of genetic locks to generate greater explosive power.
Both are actually more or less the same principle.
“Hell Cross Formation, trap him in it,” Debbie Sanchez immediately ordered.
Something that had not been mentioned before, the Hell Cross Formation was indeed their trump card. However, it was not used for killing but trapping. Thirty people formed a formation, which was excellent for entrapping rather than killing.
One slash after another. The light of the blades flashed. They struck towards Robin.
Meanwhile, at the car, the robust team leader of the Riceshire reconnaissance team, James, had already reached the car. He glanced at Nina Houry through the car window and demanded, “Give it to me.”
“Impossible.”
Nina Houry clung tightly to the sword.
“Give it to me.”
James extended a hand, preparing to forcibly seize it, but at that moment, Tiger in front quickly drew a gun and shot at James.
However, James was respresenting Riceshire, and he was no pushover.
He instantly moved his head to dodge, then with a loud ‘bang’, he ripped the car door open. James still wanted to reach for Nina Houry, but at that moment, Tiger quickly drew a dagger, aiming for James’ arm.
“Seeking death!”
This time, James was furious. He grabbed the dagger, but the blade couldn’t pierce his skin. Instead, James managed to catch Tiger’s arm and instantly pulled, grabbing hold of Tiger’s neck.
“Damn Kisia people.”
James decided to crush this grasshopper.
The weak grasshopper.
Tiger’s face turned ashen. He knew from the gunshot that he was no match for this guy, but he still made a move.
Because Master Lewis had told him to protect this girl.
Master Lewis’s words.
Even if it meant death, he would obey.
“Get away.”
Tiger gritted his teeth and spat out these two words. Nina Houry knew he was speaking to her. The next second, Nina Houry saw Tiger pull out a grenade from his body.
He intended to go down together with James. He wanted Nina Houry to get away quickly.