A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 29 The Fate of a Warrior

Hearing Quinn's warning, Bates and Arnold launched arcane magic almost at the same time.

Because the arcane circuit is engraved on the arm, although no spell is required to cast the spell, raising the hand is a necessary action.

Both of them used second-level arcane magic - [Flame Gun] and [Rune Bending Arc].

Although the second-tier arcane spell is not as powerful and fast-firing as Quen's third-tier arcane spell [Rune Gravel], its advantage is that it consumes less energy and can be fired continuously.

Arnold kept his arms crossed the entire time, so he was one step faster than Bates. He activated the circuit by aiming at the bodyguard's back, and the talisman shot out in an arc.

The arc is composed of pure mana elements, resembling a continuously rotating semi-arc blade. The high-density energy can produce a cutting effect comparable to that of a steel blade under the concentration of magic.

The two men were about a meter apart. The power arc shot was only slightly slower than a bow and arrow. According to calculations, the bodyguard would be struck by the spinning arc as soon as he turned, and then be cut in half. Even if he could dodge, Bates in the room to the left would be ready. The flame gun's damage range was far greater than the arc, leaving the bodyguard nowhere to hide in the narrow corridor.

But Arnold is fast, and the bodyguard is even faster.

He didn't even turn around, and fell face down the moment the arc was shot out.

With this fall, the curved arrow aimed at his back missed and hit the ground, leaving a shallow groove.

Bates, who was about to release the flame gun, also lost his target. Putting aside the arcane, these robbers were just ordinary people with no combat experience. Bates, who was dazzled, tried to aim again in a panic, but it took him nearly a second to lock onto the bodyguard's figure again. When Bates had to move his raised arm down, the fallen bodyguard moved again.

Although he was lying prone, he didn't lose his balance. His body was incredibly flexible, and he was able to hold himself up simply by using the strength of his calves. The moment the arc passed by, the muscles on his back bulged high, and with a sudden push of his hands, he rushed backwards like a spring.

Arnold never thought that he could kill him in an instant after lying down.

This movement defied common sense. Human muscles had distinct functions: thighs supported the body, arms used tools. But this guy, simply by pushing with his arms, had the effect of sprinting with his legs. The one-meter distance was gone in a flash, and Arnold had no time to activate his second arcane spell.

Click.

This is the sound of a neck bone being broken.

The bodyguard jumped upside down like a cannonball, and clamped his legs on Arnold's neck in the air. The next moment, he hung on Arnold, exerted force on his waist, twisted his body like a python, and the terrifying force pulled Arnold upside down and twisted his neck in two. The light of arcane just lit up and went out like a lamp without oil.

The bodyguard landed safely on the ground, grabbed Arnold's body by the ankles, and held him upside down as a human shield as he rushed towards Bates.

In less than two seconds, instant kill.

Although his bones were broken, his skin and flesh were still connected to his head. Arnold's head, with his eyes open, hung under his body and rushed towards Bates.

Bates finally prepared the flame gun. He rushed out roaring, as if he needed the courage to roar. The fire snake rose up, condensed into the shape of a long spear, and shot out with a bang!

Immediately, the flame gun pierced Arnold's body, and heat waves surged in the corridor, scorching the carpet and walls. Bates roared hysterically, and the flames raged for nearly ten seconds, until his arms were torn apart and the runes became empty and could no longer withstand the consumption of arcane magic.

He was gasping for breath, his eyes were red, and his face was covered with bulging veins. This was definitely not the result of normal use of arcane magic.

In front of him, the flames had not yet dissipated, and Arnold's body had turned into a charred pile beyond recognition, but there was no sign of the bodyguard.

"Where are the people? Where are the people?!!"

Bates kept looking left and right, stepping back in fear.

Quinn, who fell to the back, yelled, "Watch out for the room!!"

Boom boom boom! ! !
The sound of the wall being pushed down could be heard with a rumbling sound, as if a giant beast was running wildly across the wall. Bates could no longer fire a second flamethrower. His legs trembled, and fear finally overwhelmed his reason. He screamed and ran, trying to escape from this corridor which was obviously very short but could not be escaped.

"You bastard, take some medicine!!"

Quinn knew he was doomed. Before he could finish his words, there was a bang! With the roar of a collapsing wall, the wall to Bates's left collapsed into a cloud of brick dust. The blurry figure of a bodyguard rushed out from it, carrying a murderous gust of wind and punching Bates down. Bates felt like he was hit by a galloping horse, and the next moment, his body was flying.

Boom, bang, boom—Bates flew out like a sandbag and smashed through another wall. The wooden door and jewelry appraisal table in the room were smashed into pieces. Dust fell and buried him, and there was no sound.

The bodyguard's suit was in tatters at this time. The flames still burned him, but only left some shallow scars on his skin. He looked completely fine.

He looked coldly towards the stairs, and after confirming that there were no more robbers, he slowly walked towards Quinn.

This guy seems to be the leader and is worth keeping alive.

"Ordinary robbers don't know what a superhuman is—"

The bodyguard squatted down in front of Quinn, "Are you coming for the lady?"

Quinn laughed miserably, "Monster."

His mask was torn off, revealing an ordinary face with light brown skin and features of a mixture of Western Continental and Caucasian descent.

This kind of people are very common in Eswell, most of them are descendants of refugees from the Western Continent who reproduced locally.

The bodyguard frowned slightly. The underground circle in Eswell was neither big nor small. There were only a few villains among the gangs in Eswell who used arcane magic, and Quinn was not one of them.

He had no impression of this person.

Arcane magic is known as the magic of the gold pound. Poor children, unless exceptionally gifted, have no chance of learning it. Arcanists are usually from wealthy families and have no motivation to rob jewelry stores; they must be motivated by other goals.

He grabbed Quinn's neck, lifted him up with one hand like a chicken, and asked coldly, "Since you know about the extraordinary, you should also know that the fate of a warrior like me is not a good temper."

Quinn took a deep breath with difficulty, but was pinched by the hands like iron clamps and could not breathe anything.

His face began to turn purple, and a staccato breath came out of his throat—"Fuck you!"

"Answer me, who sent you?"

The bodyguard grabbed his right hand and broke the bone with a "crack".

"Uhh—!!"

Quinn's eyes bulged with pain, but he said nothing.

"Very good, tough guy. I want to see how long you can hold on."

The bodyguard said this and prepared to do the same to his left hand.

"Hey, if you don't want this girl to die, put her down—"

A weak, frantic voice mixed with blood foam came from the corridor.

The bodyguard looked back in disbelief.

Bates, covered in blood, held a knife to Xia Dai'er's neck, his distressed face wrinkled in anger: "I told you to let me go!!"