Magus Supremacy
Chapter 394: Don’t Mess with the Cromwell Family!

Chapter 394: Don’t Mess with the Cromwell Family!

Chapter 394

Bang!

Clarice landed with her leg raised high, bringing her heel down hard on one of the men’s heads. A resounding bang exploded in the room, followed by a dull thud as the man collapsed.

"Told you, before you get to Grey, you have to go through me!" she roared, using his body as leverage to launch herself toward another attacker.

"You’re a beautiful woman. Wouldn’t want you injured, so kindly back down," one of the men said smoothly as five clan members began to surround her.

Clarice’s fists clenched, teeth grinding together as her eyes flared with disgust.

"Weren’t you taught any manners?" she asked, raising a brow while swirling Ki gathered around her arms and especially her fists, making her entire figure seem more dangerous by the second.

"Taught what?" the man asked, feigning innocence.

"To respect a woman, you perv!" Clarice snapped, bolting toward him in a flash.

"Oh, I was taught... but after seeing your beauty, I forgot all my lessons," the man smirked.

His smirk didn’t last long. Clarice’s fist came flying toward his face like a bullet, but at the last second, a glowing shield zipped into place, absorbing the blow with a loud metallic clang!

"Argh!" Clarice groaned, stumbling back as pain rippled through her knuckles. Her hands ached, but her fury only grew stronger.

"Cowards!" she hissed under her breath, glaring.

"I might be a coward on the battlefield," the pervy man said with a smug grin, "but privately? I’m anything but."

"She has a husband, you perv!" a feminine voice rang out before a figure zoomed in at lightning speed. A powerful kick struck the man squarely in the chest, sending him skidding backward a few inches.

Landing gracefully, Vanessa stood tall, her eyes fierce and focused, hands curled into claws like a wild tigress.

"How dare you hit your future stepdad like that?! You naughty, beautiful stepdaughter of mine," the man cooed, licking his lips as his gaze raked over Vanessa in the most disgusting way.

"I’m sorry, but is this ugly uncle here to fight or just drool over women?" Millie asked with innocent confusion, scowling up at the man.

"I hate loud kids. Get that little one," the perv ordered, pointing at Millie.

In an instant, the remaining men lunged toward her.

"Millie! Run!" Vanessa shouted, but she was already smiling and crouching low.

The men closed in fast, confident in their speed—until Millie suddenly dashed forward, ducking low and sliding underneath them in a blink, evading every grasp.

Boom!

Vanessa’s punch landed solidly on one of the men, sending him flying backward with a pained grunt.

Clarice followed up with a powerful leap, her heel slamming down on another man’s skull and knocking him out cold. Without pausing, she launched herself off his body, darting toward the pervy man standing further away.

"Neh, neh, neh! You can’t catch me!" Millie teased with a cheeky grin, sticking out her tongue as the remaining men charged after her, furious.

One of them dove toward her, but she leapt back, narrowly avoiding his hands. Another tried to grab her from behind, but she suddenly dropped to the floor, letting him fly past her.

Then the last man came soaring from above, aiming to crush her—but Millie, still face-flat on the ground, cleverly slid forward just enough for him to slam straight into the floor.

"Slow uncles!" Millie mocked gleefully, giggling—when...

"Gotcha!" one of the clan members shouted as he quickly grabbed Millie, holding her tightly and refusing to let her go.

"Hey! Let her go now!" Vanessa yelled, her voice sharp and commanding. The remaining five men turned toward her, their gazes now locked on the new threat.

"Or what?" the man restraining Millie sneered.

Vanessa sighed, almost disappointed. "Or I beat you all to a pulp," she replied with a straight face.

"Just deal with her for me," the man scoffed, giving a slight nod. Instantly, the five men lunged at her.

"I warned you," Vanessa said as she sprang forward. In an instant, her figure blurred. She moved like a phantom, swift and untouchable.

Her footwork was a dance of precision. One of the men swung his sword at her, but it passed right through the air as she slipped around it like smoke. A sharp kick landed on his face, and his eyes rolled back as he crumpled to the ground.

With a quick pivot on a single foot, she dodged a punch aimed at her face. She retaliated with a brutal kick to the attacker’s shin, and a sickening crack echoed through the air as bone pierced through skin.

Another kick flew toward her midsection, but she twisted again, narrowly avoiding it. She caught the attacker’s leg midair and drove her elbow into it with force.

"Arghh!" the man howled as she released the leg, then launched herself into the air and delivered a spinning kick to his nose. He slammed to the ground with a groan, out cold.

The last two men rushed her in sync, but Vanessa didn’t flinch. She stood there, calm as ever, her breathing steady, shoulders relaxed, and eyes sharp as she assessed them.

"Yay! Go Vanessa!" Millie cheered from where she was held, seemingly unbothered by the fact that a dagger could be at her throat any second.

"Shut up!" the man roared, glaring down at her.

Millie stuck out her tongue in a taunting gesture. The man raised his hand, clearly about to slap her, but a loud thud snapped his attention away. He turned just in time to see Vanessa spinning midair, building momentum before delivering a devastating roundhouse kick that cracked into both attackers’ shoulders, sending them crashing away in agony.

"Now, you were saying?" Vanessa asked with a cocky grin.

"I still got your little sister, and if you don’t step back now—" the man began, pulling out a small dagger and pressing it toward Millie.

"Don’t," Vanessa said immediately, lifting her hands high above her head in surrender.

"Now step away," he ordered.

She obeyed, slowly taking two steps back. Her foot landed on something hard, and as she glanced down, an idea lit up in her eyes.

"Lil sis, remember Mum’s lesson? Do that, and then swiftly touch your toes," Vanessa said with a smile.

The man raised a confused eyebrow, but before he could react, Millie swirled a small amount of her Ki to her elbow. She quickly drove it into the man’s gut, making him grunt in pain and reflexively loosen his grip.

Taking the chance, Millie bent down and touched her toes.

In that moment, Vanessa stomped her foot against the ground, sending the sword that had been lying beneath her heel shooting into the air.

"Here goes nothing!" she shouted, leaping up and slamming her foot into the sword’s hilt. It spun through the air like a buzzsaw and smashed into the man’s shoulder, sending him skidding across the ground in a heap of pain.

"You’re lucky Dad said we shouldn’t kill any of you. Otherwise, that sword would’ve gone straight for your head," Vanessa warned coldly. "Next time, don’t mess with the Cromwell family."

Millie immediately dashed into her sister’s arms.

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{A/N}

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