Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 355: Flying Sword Astonishes the Audience

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Flying Sword Astonishes the Audience

Raylan Meskill’s face turned grim, his eyebrows raised. Margaret Wilkinson also wore a contemplative expression.

If before, Yusuf Zuck killed Antiono Benson and his lackey, as well as their senior disciple, by relying on a Supreme Weapon, now, Yusuf Zuck had taken down Truth-Insight without using such a weapon.

Although he used a hidden weapon and relied on poison, regardless of the means used, one of the three great Truth-Insights, Brad Carlson, was indeed dead.

Raylan Meskill became alert, as did Margaret Wilkinson, and everyone present followed suit.

This was definitely no coincidence; Yusuf Zuck had the capability. His previous composure and bold claims weren’t baseless boasting—they indicated that he truly was not to be trifled with.

"It’s your turn," Yusuf Zuck said, holding a steel needle and crooking his finger at Raylan Meskill and Margaret Wilkinson, signaling them to continue the chase.

"Huff—" Margaret Wilkinson and Raylan Meskill both exhaled turbid breaths before moving once again.

Although Brad Carlson was dead, they couldn’t just give up the pursuit of Yusuf Zuck because of this. If they did, it would be an utter joke; they couldn’t afford to lose that face. Moreover, they would never give up because they had to obtain the Supreme Weapon.

Of course, this time the two of them didn’t rush the attack. Instead of acting rashly, they moved alternately, starting to coordinate.

Without cooperation, they were vulnerable. Fearing the poison on the steel needles, they had to be careful, then careful some more.

When Yusuf Zuck saw them coming at him again, he repeated his old trick and dived back into the crowd.

The onlookers started to evade. This Yusuf Zuck was not to be messed with; having first killed Antiono Benson and his two disciples, and now Truth-Insight Brad Carlson, who would dare approach him?

If today Yusuf Zuck didn’t die, he would be a peerless expert, a supreme powerhouse on par with the realm of Truth-Insight. From then on, they would have to refer to him as Senior Yusuf Zuck when they saw him.

"Swoosh, swoosh—" Margaret Wilkinson and Raylan Meskill approached from the left and right.

As Yusuf Zuck weaved through the crowd, he suddenly turned back and flung the Supreme Weapon in his hand, launching it at Raylan Meskill!

When Raylan Meskill saw Yusuf Zuck throw the Divine Weapon his way, he was immediately overjoyed, but immediately after, he cursed because accompanying the Divine Weapon were two steel needles, the Divine Weapon in front and the needles trailing behind.

If Raylan Meskill dared to catch the Divine Weapon, he most likely wouldn’t be able to dodge the two steel needles!

However, if he didn’t catch the Divine Weapon, it would be a missed opportunity.

As the Divine Weapon and needles neared, about to reach him, Raylan Meskill clenched his teeth and suddenly grabbed with his left hand, seizing a living person—another disciple of Antiono Benson.

This disciple of Antiono Benson, held in Raylan Meskill’s hand, was immobile, and Raylan Meskill quickly pushed him in front of himself.

With a "Pff," the Divine Weapon pierced directly through the disciple’s chest, while the two steel needles were stopped in their tracks.

"Haha!" Raylan Meskill laughed heartily. The Divine Weapon, though it had passed through a body, slowed down, and as it was about to drop before him, Raylan Meskill reached out to catch it.

However, at that critical moment, just when everyone thought that the Divine Weapon’s force had dissipated and it was about to hit the ground, even as Raylan Meskill’s hand was about to touch the hilt, the Supreme Weapon suddenly plummeted down as if a weight was tied to the short sword.

Raylan Meskill caught nothing and was about to continue his grab when the Divine Weapon violently shot upwards, escaping through the slits of his fingers.

Bent over reaching for the sword, Raylan Meskill didn’t expect the Divine Weapon to fly up on its own, so the swiftly rocketing Short Sword pierced through his neck in an instant!

He didn’t have Gang Qi to protect his body, and even if he did, his Gang Qi certainly wouldn’t have withstood such a Supreme Divine Weapon.

With a "Pff," the bending Raylan Meskill paused for a moment, then quickly clutched at his neck.

"Hehehe—" Raylan Meskill’s body trembled violently. Truth-Insight was human after all, which simply meant possessing extraordinary achievements in Qigong and having powerful Gang Qi.

His neck was nearly severed; he couldn’t make a sound while clutching it, and blood spurted out like a bursting water pipe, spraying all around in a terrifying spectacle!

Of course, at that moment, nobody screamed, but instead, everyone’s mouth was half-open, staring dumbfounded at the space above Raylan Meskill’s head.

Clutching his throat, Raylan Meskill also looked up at the space above his head.

Because... because... the Supreme Divine Weapon was floating three feet above his head, silently suspended in midair.

On the other side, Margaret Wilkinson stopped in her tracks, her face filled with horror, and her eyes almost bulging out. She was shocked beyond measure.

The suspended Divine Weapon, the flying Divine Weapon... What was this Divine Weapon? It was the legendary Flying Sword.

The Flying Sword... the Flying Sword... The person they were trying to kill could use the Flying Sword to kill.

In that moment, Margaret Wilkinson suddenly felt that she was wrong, terribly wrong, and she also felt extreme regret. Why had she become enemies with her daughter’s friend? He was her daughter’s friend, after all. He had already said that he didn’t want to be her enemy, but she had been crazed enough to want to kill him!

Now look—Brad Carlson was killed by him, and Raylan Meskill... was dead too!

That’s right, Raylan Meskill fell down, his body twitching a few times, and after three or four spasms, he stopped moving entirely!

The atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet, nobody spoke, and neither dared anyone breathe loudly.

Although they were all tough characters, self-proclaimed experts in internal martial arts, now, upon seeing a Flying Sword, they were all scared out of their wits.

This wasn’t part of the plan, Flying Swords leaping into the fray. In the world, tales of Flying Swords belonged to legends like "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," fantasy novels, or ancient myths from a bygone era.

But... the reality was right before their eyes, leaving them no choice but to believe it.

"Come back!"

With a whoosh, the Flying Sword that had been suspended in the air abruptly sped back, floating above Yusuf Zuck’s head.

"All come back!"

"Puh puh puh puh puh—" The two steel needles in the corner of the ring, the two steel needles in Brad Carlson’s palm, and the two steel needles embedded in the disciple from Qiankun Sect all shot through the air, turning into six streaks of light as they flew back and calmly settled in Yusuf Zuck’s hand.

"Josiah Wilkinson, shall we continue?" Yusuf Zuck weighed the steel needles in his hand and said.

Josiah Wilkinson suddenly laughed, her skin thick to a certain extent. She lightly bowed to Yusuf Zuck, smiling and said, "Yusuf Zuck, how is Mia doing? I haven’t been in contact with her for a long time."

Upon hearing Josiah Wilkinson’s words, Yusuf Zuck choked a bit, silently cursing the woman for her extreme shamelessness, aware that she was definitely one to employ guile.

"If it weren’t for Mia’s sake, I would have taken your head today!" Yusuf Zuck snorted angrily. The reason he hadn’t killed Margaret Wilkinson was because of Mia. After all, she was Mia’s biological mother. If he had really killed her, even if he was in the right, he and Mia would definitely become enemies henceforth.

Mia was his close confidant, a friend of the innermost circle, so he couldn’t do that. Therefore, although he had the intention to kill Margaret Wilkinson, he really couldn’t bring himself to act on it, nor could he harden his heart enough to do so.

He took a deep breath of foul air, then let his gaze sweep across the crowd.

Everyone lowered their heads subconsciously at the sight of his gaze, for they were afraid of him.

Two of the three great Truth-Insight supreme experts were dead, and the remaining one had just established a kinship, so who here could be his opponent? Who wouldn’t be afraid of him?

Yusuf Zuck paused momentarily as his gaze fell on River Berger, who quickly bowed his head, not daring to meet his eyes.

Finally, Yusuf Zuck’s gaze landed on Tyler Nash, who had run to the outermost edge of the crowd.

Tyler Nash didn’t lower his head, but instead glared fiercely back at him.