Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 556 - 555: This Can’t Be Beaten

Chapter 556: Chapter 555: This Can’t Be Beaten

Although Sara Zuck’s defense was akin to that of a head of state, she was still kidnapped by the enemy. In the end, the enemy’s appearance as a man clad in white, surpassing the whiteness of snow, with the power of one man, swept through everyone. The melodious sound of his flute was like a hypnotic tune, eerie, powerful, and inscrutable.

As the white-clothed man left, everyone also gradually came to their senses, and then the enemy started a frenzied retreat, with all security teams desperately in pursuit.

Mia sat in the car, her eyes vacant, thinking how many people were protecting Sara Zuck, yet she had still been taken.

Soon, the harbor city police imposed martial law, and the military stationed on the island was deployed.

Antoine Cunningham and Dream Morrow emerged from the hotel, and then many people rushed into it.

Five members of the Blood Race were actually captured alive; Antoine Cunningham and Dream Morrow not only severed their tendons in their hands and feet but also broke their limbs before a large number of security personnel rushed into the hotel and tied up the five Blood Race members, throwing them into a car.

The security team quickly vanished into the darkness again, and Antoine Cunningham coldly ordered everyone to return to the villa to devise a long-term plan.

...

Meanwhile, Yusuf Zuck in Central Sea was unaware of the events happening on the harbor island, as he had turned off his phone that night in preparation for action.

He was once again near the Nash family mansion in the nearby neighborhood.

Furthermore, Devin King of the Dragon group brought four strange individuals to Central Sea and then handed them over to Whitley Ortiz’s command.

Central Sea had its share of demons, and now these four strange individuals, under the identity of the Dragon group, were hunting these demons, so once they moved, they quickly disappeared into the night of Central Sea.

Tonight, Yusuf Zuck’s target was not Tyler Nash but to find the mysterious person with Divine Sense.

After a day of contemplation, he was certain that the mysterious person was near the Nash family and that this person’s Divine Sense was definitely not as strong as his Telekinesis. Thus, he thought of a possible method to confront this mysterious person.

From a few kilometers away, he cautiously began his investigation of the neighborhood, but surprisingly, today there were no hidden sentries in the nearby streets.

It was likely that Tyler Nash also knew that no amount of hidden sentries could stop him, so he decisively withdrew them.

"Hmm?" Just as Yusuf Zuck was getting closer to the Nash family mansion, suddenly, his body tensed up sharply, and then he leaped into the air.

He saw a person on a distant rooftop, someone who seemed to be searching for him as well.

When his Telekinesis reached out, the person detected it immediately, but instead of moving, their fierce gaze turned in Yusuf Zuck’s direction.

Ty Meskill’s heart was pounding; Divine Sense swept over him, but he could only perceive the direction of the Divine Sense and not its exact position.

That meant the enemy’s Divine Sense was far more powerful than his.

"Whoosh—" A figure suddenly appeared on the opposite rooftop. The distance between the two buildings was only a hundred meters. Ty Meskill stood on one rooftop, and Yusuf Zuck on another, the two gazing at each other from afar.

"Mr. Zuck, I’ve long admired you—" Ty Meskill was the first to speak, bowing with a clasped fist.

Yusuf Zuck noticed the man was not yet fifty years old, with a goatee deliberately trimmed. His appearance was not aged but rather extremely vigorous. The man, dressed in a blue robe with his pant legs bound and long hair tied up, bore the standard attire of a Taoist with a sword in hand.

"I’m here to kill Tyler Nash!" Yusuf Zuck said in a cold voice.

"He’s my disciple, my prized pupil!" Ty Meskill replied coldly.

"If you stand in my way, I’ll kill you too!" Yusuf Zuck’s gaze was fiercely piercing as he spoke to Ty Meskill.

"You can’t kill me," Ty Meskill responded with a faint smile, "Although you have some unique abilities, in the eyes of the poor Taoist, they are nothing more than clever tricks. True talent, true divine skills, are the essence of my Eastern Taoism, the truth of the universe and everything within. Only my Eastern Taoism can perfectly interpret it!"

"Of course, the fact that you possess such immense divine sense was unexpected for me. However, it’s a pity that you have divine sense but no cultivation level. If you had cultivation level like the poor Taoist does, I would indeed retreat and stay far away from you. But you... you have merely begun!"

"Do you really think I have no way to deal with you?" Yusuf Zuck suddenly laughed as well.

"Do your worst!" Ty Meskill laughed carefree.

"Fine, then I’ll play with you all night long!" Yusuf Zuck raised his hand, making a gesture like a handgun.

"Bang~" He made a sound with his mouth, and then his entire body vanished in an instant.

And just as he vanished, with a "swoosh" sound, the sword that Ty Meskill held in his hand unsheathed itself and flew out.

Ty Meskill was taken aback, but by the time he reached out to grab it, the sword had already soared high into the sky!

This was his sword, after all, but now it was being manipulated by Yusuf Zuck and had taken flight.

"Let your sword fight you for the night. I’ll sit over here and watch," Yusuf Zuck’s voice transmitted again, his location unknown.

The Flying Sword struck towards Ty Meskill like lightning, causing him to curse and jump in rage.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~" The Flying Sword moved incredibly fast, attacking from left and right, up and down. In a short time, Ty Meskill dared not fight against his own sword because he was without weapon and he knew the sharpness of his Treasure Sword. He, with his mere mortal body, couldn’t contend with the sword, so he could only keep retreating!

"You..." After retreating more than a dozen steps and attempting several times to catch his own sword, but failing, he was so enraged he couldn’t speak, pointing at a distant building.

"I won’t come close to you, but I can trap you in an endless battle. I don’t believe your strength will never drain. This is my trump card, how about that?" Yusuf Zuck reappeared, still standing in the same place!

"Seeking death." Ty Meskill charged out, ready to leap over a hundred meters across to the building.

Yusuf Zuck’s eyelids twitched. If he could truly leap a hundred meters, how terrifying would his cultivation level be?

He stopped using the Flying Sword to attack, instead curious to see whether the other could make the jump.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Ty Meskill flew up, gliding like a celestial being over the hundred-meter distance.

"Damn, what great lightness skill," Yusuf Zuck cursed, "But fall for me, sword, sword, sword." As Ty Meskill had not yet landed on his building’s rooftop, the Flying Sword hovering above his head began slashing wildly.

Ty Meskill was startled once more, and with this obstruction by the sword, his energy dissipated in an instant, causing him to plummet rapidly!

"Haha, I’ll exhaust you to death today." Yusuf Zuck was certain, he wasn’t a match for Ty Meskill, he could only wear him down from a distance. If he did not approach, he might stand a chance of winning.

Ty Meskill did not fall to the ground but instead, using the wall’s force, made several leaps and bounced back to his own rooftop.

He did want to jump to Yusuf Zuck’s rooftop, but every time he tried to ascend, the Flying Sword would relentlessly pester him, and so he was forced to retreat reluctantly.

With a "schick" sound, under the endless harassment, Ty Meskill’s arm was finally struck by the sword, blood streaming down, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably with rage.

This fight was unwinnable; if it continued, he would indeed be exhausted to death by his opponent!