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Chapter 246 - 246 166 Gives the Middle Finger to the Manor (4100)_1

Chapter 246: 166 Gives the Middle Finger to the Manor (4100)_1 Chapter 246: 166 Gives the Middle Finger to the Manor (4100)_1 Black Rain Villa, Eastern Side.

Shadowy figures clad in black are locked in a deadly strife with a group of multicolored silhouettes. Judging by numbers alone, the multicolored group evidently holds the advantage, their number four to five times that of the black-clad figures. But looking at the battle, it is heavily inclined towards the black figures, with the opposition continually retreating.

Whoosh!

A black crossbow bolt is shot out from the mouth of a crossbow, tracing a distant arc in the air, aiming at a black figure.

Crack!

Just as the arrow is about to hit, the black figure astonishingly swings out a hand, knocking the bolt away! It then smoothly sidesteps the opponent’s attack, with both arms bursting out, the palm of its hand, bulging with cross-shaped muscle, imprinting on the back of the Marker.

With a loud thud, the opponent is severely injured, coughing up blood.

The black figure lifts its arm to finish off the opponent, but the arrival of three Eerie Night Guests gives the fallen opponent a reprieve.

“Who are they?!” A shadowy figure muttered from afar. “Why do they possess such horrific physical quality?”

He is lean and fit, holding a semi-automatic crossbow, officially named the Frenzied Steam Mechanical Crossbow.

Surrounding him are similarly equipped figures. Occasionally taking aim and firing, they retreat while standing their ground.

These are all members of the Crossbow school. Due to their closeness to the eastern side, they were all conscripted by the Villa.

On the left of the group, a tall, slender man of about 1.8 meters pulls the trigger, then retrieves his crossbow bolt with a grim expression.

Ever since he studied the “Dentinist Gale Arrow Technique,” Black Blade had never felt such frustration. The Villa was suddenly invaded by powerful enemies, namely, these men in black. The power they wield is something the Eerie Night Guests have never encountered before.

If a similarity had to be drawn, it’d probably be the Body Refining Stream, a fallen school within the Eerie Night Guests. Yet these men in black are far superior, it’s incomparable.

With incredibly robust physiques that can suppress the semi-beast school, feared for their defensive prowess; a terrifying burst of power surpassing the modified stream; a tenacious martial will unaffected by telekinesis from the Mercury stream, and a reaction speed so staggering they can dodge Crossbow’s arrows.

Even going so far as to punch the incoming arrows out of the air!

Too versatile, as if they’ve got no weaknesses at all.

Compared to them, the different techniques of the Eerie Night Guests seem like erratic strokes of a twisted sword, with each group hobbling along. Against these robust and powerful adults, they are beaten down, just like misfits bullying a child.

Three minutes into the battle, Black Blade has already emptied three quivers. Not one person slain, not even a fatal hit. His greatest achievement so far is merely an arrow lodged in one man’s arm; that man promptly pulled it out and continued fighting, stubbornly unaffected as if no injury was sustained.

Thuds! Thuds! Thuds!…

From afar, deafening sounds of shellings could be heard from all over the Villa. It seems every area is under fire.

Attack!

Men in black start their charge, each one like a sharpened dagger. Amidst the rush of footsteps, Eerie Night Guests are continually getting killed. A Marker’s corpse falls to the ground, blood spurting out, followed by a second, then a third, then a forth – the defense line is broken.

The combatants of the Northern Secret Martial Alliance seem unstoppable.

Scattering to escape, the Eerie Night Guests all felt an illusion, as if the enemy was intimately familiar with the abilities of every Marked school, perfectly countering them.

As Black Blade dejectedly watches the swarm of black men charging towards the Crossbow school, he cried out in his heart, “Where did these superhuman-like mysterious enemies come from?!!”

“Why are they so familiar with us Markers?!”

Just as the Crossbow school is about to be completely broken and devoured.

In the distance, purplish-red flames light up the sky, one round of shells after another is launched towards the area, bursting in mid-air.

The men in black all look in that direction. Like answering a call, they turn around without any hesitation and rush in that direction.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Black Blade collapses on the ground, gasping for breath. He survived, despite not knowing why, but he did!

Spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, he noticed that the rainwater falling from the sky tastes salty, as if mixed with salt.

“Huh?! What happened to my Villa Mark…” Someone from the Crossbow school lets out a gasp, followed by more people looking at the back of their hands.

Black Blade, also confused, raises his hand; the Sword Mark on it is beginning to flicker, fading, as if the pigments on a painting board are slowly being washed away by water, almost turning blank.

Similarly, the voice from the Black Rain Villa that was just a moment reaching his ears has become significantly faint, fading in and out until it completely disappears.

“The… Mark… hu…wash… tea… The… sh…”

Squeak! Similar to a radio being paused mid-play.

The voice from Black Rain Villa is gone, and so are the Marks on the back of the hand of the Eerie Night Guests. Confused, Black Blade looks at his rugged skin, rubbing it with his other hand, as if unable to believe the disappearance of the Mark. Perhaps it’s just hidden beneath the skin? How can the Black Rain Villa’s Mark disappear?

Ah! A shrill scream can be heard nearby.