Chapter 551 - 181: 1 vs 67! The Final Battle with the Anti-foreigner Group!

Chapter 551: Chapter 181: 1 vs 67! The Final Battle with the Anti-foreigner Group!

At this moment, the Anti-foreigner Group finally achieved a long-awaited new battle result.

Another unusually short and scraggly man, using the advantage that his small stature made him inconspicuous and unlikely to be detected by the very tall Aoto, stealthily approached Aoto from two steps away on his left rear, then raised his blade and struck!

The corner of Aoto’s left eye caught the sudden flash of a blade coming from his left rear, and he quickly dodged in the direction away from the blade’s gleam.

Even though Aoto had dodged as fast as he could, the short man’s blade tip still grazed Aoto’s body.

The sharp blade tip traced a vertical line from Aoto’s left armpit, cutting a wound about three inches long, neither too shallow nor too deep.

The long-awaited new battle result... The short man who had achieved this victory had no time to show joy, and he would never have the chance to do so again — as if determined to meet this short man’s challenge head-on, Aoto launched a sharp counterattack without hesitation. Since the short man had injured him with a vertical slash, he would also use a vertical slash!

With a strike like a crashing waterfall, Aoto’s vertical slash shattered the short man’s skull into a pile of fragments.

At this moment... the bloody life-and-death battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

No one approached Aoto anymore, and no one dared to attack him.

With Aoto as the center, everyone retreated like retreating waves breaking on a shore.

People who moments ago were optimistically and eagerly thinking "this guy is finally tired," "we can finally take down this national traitor’s head," now showed inexplicable expressions of terror.

The previously impassioned atmosphere of "avenging our grievances" and "celestial punishment upon the nation’s traitor" in the surrounding air had calmed down significantly, visibly so.

The swordsman, who had created all this, swung his right arm heavily to shake off the remaining blood and grease from his sword, then raised his left hand to gently wipe several splatters of fresh blood that had flown from some unknown person’s wound onto his face.

"What’s the matter? Come at me if you dare."

The swordsman spoke with a blank expression, calmly re-positioning his sword before him.

...

...

Numerous fire pillars spewed from the residence, burning through more and more of the ceiling.

The leaping golden flames displayed the terrifying power of nature in every direction.

Charred pillars silently broke, and walls and ceilings, having lost their support, sank one by one into the sea of flames.

Under the ravages of the fire, Bright’s residence had gradually begun to collapse.

The flames that engulfed everything around, reduced this luxurious residence that had hosted a lively banquet less than half an hour ago, into a pile of rubble.

Jumping flames, flying sparks, the sweeping heat, the creak of breaking wood... all of it was pushing the people inside Bright’s residence to the brink of rational collapse.

The relentless fire, devouring everything around, resembled the scythe in Death God’s hand.

Driven by this "Death God’s scythe," Elodie, Anthony, and the others were now all gathered in a narrow corridor near the mansion’s main entrance.

The earlier screams and cries had now been veiled with a layer of despair.

Many people now wore determined expressions — they planned to make a dash and escape the mansion in a desperate bid for survival.

Staying in this mansion, which is about to collapse due to fire, means certain death! There might still be a glimmer of survival by rushing out.

"Elodie, in a moment, close your eyes and don’t look at anything..."

Anthony softly comforted the beloved granddaughter in his arms.

Anthony was among those who had "decided to rush out of the mansion in a desperate bid for survival."

"Grandpa, put me down!" Elodie urged anxiously, "I can run by myself!"

Anthony shook his head firmly, "No, you can’t run! Don’t worry, even though your grandpa looks chubby, I’m quite strong! Even if I carry you, I can still sprint like an arrow!"

With that, Anthony gave Elodie a tender smile.

Indescribable anguish surged in Elodie’s heart... Her long, slightly curled pale gold eyelashes and delicate red lips trembled uncontrollably.

Despite the tone of Anthony’s words always carrying a sense of "we will surely be rescued," Elodie was no fool; she was not naïve enough to be reassured by those few words.

Staying in the mansion or rushing out... is just the difference between certain death and a sliver of hope for survival...

Elodie couldn’t help but tightly bite her lower lip with her white upper teeth. She wanted to stop her lips from trembling, but it was in vain.

...

Finally, I’ve left that person’s control.

Finally managed to leave Europe and come to this distant, unfamiliar country where no one knows me.

Finally picked up a life just a few months ago.

I haven’t repaid Grandpa’s kindness and upbringing.

I still want to make many friends.

I still want to read more books.

I still want to see more of this vast world.

...

Elodie’s eyelashes and lips trembled even more.

A gentle mist welled up in her graceful eyes.

Then, at this moment —

"Hey! It looks like someone has come to rescue us! Someone is fighting those samurai outside! (French)"

In this era, whether in any country in Europe, French was the most fashionable language among upper-class people.

So almost everyone present understood the person’s shout earlier.

Someone has come to rescue us... These words sounded like divine salvation to everyone present.

Crowds of people surged towards the mansion’s door.

After a brief moment of shock, Anthony quickly held Elodie and surged towards the gate with the crowd.

As they reached the doorway, looking out, the thick clouds that had been pressing down on the sky had somehow mostly dispersed.

The hazy moonlight, like a light mist, penetrated through the gaps in the clouds, spreading between heaven and earth.

Elodie blinked blankly a few times.

She saw a familiar tall figure.

He held a sword in hand.

The bright moonlight surrounded him like subjects paying homage to their monarch.

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This book has successfully surpassed 1 million words yesterday! Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap (applause.jpg)

We’ve successfully reached our monthly ticket goal again yesterday, so today I, Sushuzi, will once again honor my promise and release a ten-thousand-word long Chapter!

However, the author must apologize... The author will need to take a day off tomorrow...

The reason for the leave is simple; it’s just to take a break and prepare for the upcoming plot creation... For details, please see the "Author’s Note" below —