"How weak." Istrid wore a disdainful expression as she scanned her surrou
ndings.
"Anyone else?"
"Interesting"
Leering at her curvaceous figure, Darkwrath licked his lips in excitement
. "Hey, pretty lady, let me have a taste of you!" As he spoke, his toes t
apped the ground, propelling him forward like a ghostly shadow. His body
flickered in and out of existence, making it hard to figure out his movem
ents,
Istrid bellowed, "Die!"
With a flick of her sword, two blades that were both swift and deadly dan
ced forward. Just as her attack was about to hit their target, Darkwrath
suddenly vanished from thin air.
"Hey, pretty lady, where are you looking?"
She heard a
sinister voice behind her, and her expression changed slightly. Without l
ooking back, she thrust her sword backward. She was fast, but Darkwrath w
as faster, and her sword sliced through the empty air.
Taking advantage of her distraction, Darkwrath grabbed her butt forcefull
y. Chuckling obscenely, he remarked," Soft and supple. What a treasure."
He didn't harm her, clearly reveling in playing with his prey like a game
of cat and mouse.
Fueled by the humiliation, Isfrid erupted in fury. "You will pay with you
r life!"
Her sword danced with rapid speed. In an instant, she was enveloped in a
whirlwind of swirling blades that radiated with shimmering brilliance.
Yet, Darkwrath continued to flicker in and out of existence, appearing to
be at ease and in control.
Istrid was out of breath when Darkwrath suddenly wrapped her in an embrac
e from behind. His tongue slithered out on her face, and he licked her sl
owly and forcefully.
"Beauty, you're delicious! I'm going to eat you tonight!" He chuckled dev
ilishly, his face full of lust.
"You're seeking death!" Her eyes were red from a mix of anger and embarra
ssment. She redirected her sword. toward her own abdomen, intending to de
al a severe blow to Darkwrath through herself.
However, Darkwrath was obviously prepared as he pressed a finger onto a p
ressure point on her body. She let out a muffled groan and collapsed to t
he ground, her arm feeling so numb that she was unable to hold up her
sword.
"Who… who are you?" she asked in shock and anger. She didn't expect her o
pponent to be that strong.
"I am Darkwrath, ranked eighth on The Hundred Immortals."
Realization
struck Istrid, and her expression changed. It was no wonder he was so for
midable–
he was among the top ten highly skilled martial artists on The Hundred Im
mortals.
"Pretty lady, what's the point of serving the Harmon family? You'd be bet
ter off with me. I'll make sure you live
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luxuriously, and every night will be like our honeymoon!" Darkwrath licke
d his lips, smirking obscenely.
"How dare you!"
"You insolent bastard!"
Seeing their leader humiliated, the shadow guards behind Isfrid couldn't
hold back any longer and brandished their swords, charging toward him.
"Fools." Darkwrath sneered and propelled out into their midst. With a swi
ft motion, two steel claws extended out from his sleeves, piercing throug
h the throats of two shadow guards. He then yanked back forcefully. paint
ing the air with blood and flesh.
The two shadow guards let
out an anguished shriek before dying an immediate death.
That wasn't the end, as his steel claws continued to strike fiercely and
relentlessly. Like a violent storm, he was unstoppable. In the span of a
few breaths, the entirety of the shadow guards were left lying on the gro
und. Half of them were dead, and the other half were seriously injured.