Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 32 Old Lev

As the words fell, figures emerged from behind the wall and from the alley corner, each armed and with an unfriendly expression, surrounding Karl in the center.

Including the stall owner, there were six people in total.

"I didn't expect Aya to actually be able to find help?"

The speaker was shirtless, revealing his muscular physique, and dragged a large machete across the ground at an angle.

As he walked, the sharp blade left a shallow mark on the frozen earth.

An invisible pressure descended.

This person must be the leader of the group.

"helper?"

Karl frowned upon hearing this:

"It seems there's some misunderstanding between us."

"A misunderstanding?" The stall owner sneered.

"Now that we're out of the market, what misunderstanding could there be?"

"Even if they weren't that girl's helpers, we brothers can't have worked for nothing. Let's hand over what we have!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed at Karl.

He was thin but fast; he was still in the crowd when he spoke, and by the time he finished speaking, he was already in front of Karl.

Moreover, he used a clever technique in his grab, and his five fingers gleamed with a cold light, revealing that they were wearing sharp finger guards.

If it were to grab onto someone, it could probably easily tear off a piece of flesh.

In Black City, survival is not easy; robbery and murder are commonplace for them.

snort!

Karl snorted coldly.

He was no longer an ordinary person with no resources; even when surrounded by several people, he remained completely calm.

Faced with the incoming claws, he slightly flipped his palm, avoiding the finger cots and striking out smoothly.

"Bang!"

Their palms and claws intertwined.

The stall owner felt a tremendous force surge up his arm, causing him to lose his balance instantly, and his expression changed drastically.

"Knight Servant..."

"Ugh!"

The low whistling of the broadsword interrupted his shout, and then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and was sent flying backward.

"How dare you!"

"Kill him!"

"Attack together!"

The stall owner was sent flying the moment they made contact, and the others didn't even have time to react.

With a roar, the group charged forward.

Karl raised his left hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Light spell!

moment.

The blinding light illuminated the entire venue.

For those who live in darkness year-round, light is their nemesis.

Especially since they were staring intently at Karl's movements, there was no way to avoid it. In an instant, they all lost sight of each other, and their faces showed panic.

not good!

The leader's heart pounded wildly, but instead of retreating, he advanced.

"what!"

He roared and charged toward Karl's location, relying on his previous memories, while frantically swinging his machete.

The cleaver tore through the air, its blade trembling rapidly—clearly a combat technique.

"Sizzle..."

It was like cutting into thick sludge; an invisible resistance appeared out of nowhere, startling the leader.

What is this?

Zero-Circle Sorcery - Lesser Spell Field!

Karl unleashed two spells in quick succession, and before anyone else could react, his broadsword flashed repeatedly.

"puff!"

"Pfft!"

In the blink of an eye, the two men collapsed to the ground.

However, the leader's large cleaver was also very close, so he had to swing his sword to intercept it, the blade held horizontally in front of him.

"when……"

What incredible strength!

This leader is probably even stronger than the previous red-haired man, but his martial arts skills are rather mediocre.

Rage Strike!

Plow-like!

Fool's style!

Karl brandished his broadsword, unleashing a flurry of powerful sword strikes, the clanging of metal against metal as rapid as a torrential downpour.

"what!"

The leader roared to the sky, unleashing tremendous force that forcefully pushed back the attack, and his vision gradually became clearer.

As long as I can see it!

As soon as vision is restored!

Own……

"Whoosh!"

Several afterimages appeared out of thin air.

Combat Technique - Gale Slash!

Under the influence of the secondary spell field, Karl's burst of power at this moment was comparable to that of a peak-level knight squire.

The opponent couldn't even see where the attack was coming from.

"puff!"

The sword flashed across the leader's waist, abdomen, and thighs, leaving deep, bone-revealing cracks and causing the opponent to lose his balance.

One wrong step leads to another.

Karl, wielding a broadsword, gave chase, his sword flashing like rain, and the leader's face turned to despair.

Even though he had regained his sight, it was too late to change anything.

"what!"

With a scream, the leader's burly body crashed to the ground.

Karl turned around, about to chase after the remaining two, but then raised an eyebrow and stopped.

Just as the two were about to escape, more than ten arrows suddenly shot out from the darkness, riddling the unsuspecting men with holes.

"Uncle!"

Holding a powerful crossbow, Xiao Nan leaped out and waved excitedly at Karl:

"We're here too."

A series of figures emerged from the darkness, including Aya, who looked surprised and delighted, with an elderly man behind her.

Looking at Karl, the old man lightly tapped his cane:

"Karl, the esteemed friend Aya spoke of, we have finally met."

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Black City

What we have no shortage of are uninhabited houses.

After sweeping away the dust, everyone found a place to sit in the hall.

Aya gestured to the old man:

"Uncle Karl, this is Grandpa Lev. My son and I are so grateful to him for taking care of us all these years, otherwise we would have died long ago."

"this……"

She looked at the woman behind the old man and said:

"It's Sister Eve, the helper I specially invited."

Carl nodded.

Aya brought quite a few people with her, but almost all of them were ordinary people, except for Eve, who possessed considerable strength.

to be frank.

If it weren't for him, it's questionable whether Aya and the others could have ultimately defeated their opponents.

Eve Dorn.

Eve stared at Carl with a wary look in her eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Me too." Carl smiled, then looked at Aya:

"I never imagined you could find so many people to help you."

Before she knew it, Aya had gathered so many people around her and had gained some influence; she was no longer the hungry stall owner she once was.

"They're all friends I've known before," Aya replied.

"When they heard that my stall had been robbed, they all came to help."

"Speaking of which, we have to thank the uncle for his things, which kept us from having a very hard time during this cold winter month."

"Karl".

Old Lev spoke slowly:

"Aya is a girl, and she is easily bullied. Like this time, someone wanted to buy her a stall at the market and tried to force her to buy it. If you hadn't stepped in, who knows what the final result would have been."

"Well……"

"If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask, and we will do our best to help."

Please don't be shy.

As he spoke, old Lev stood up and bowed tremblingly to Karl, his attitude respectful, even fawning. The others' eyes flickered, but no one stopped him.

They knew it very well.

Aya's success today, and the fact that everyone can eat and dress well, is all thanks to Karl providing the goods behind the scenes.

Moreover, having witnessed Karl's strength today, they are filled with awe. If they could get in touch with him, their future would be much brighter.

They gathered together not because old Lev was highly respected, nor because Aya had a unique personal charm, but because of Karl.

"You're too kind, sir."

Carl shook his head:

"I just happened to run into you, it's nothing. You're quite old, please sit down and let's talk."

He did not agree to anything.

Black City is vast, but Aya is too weak.

Looking around, he saw that the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled were not capable of providing him with enough help; they would only be a burden. Trading was fine, but it was best not to tie them together.

Old Lev clearly understood this, and his expression changed slightly before he said:

"Aya told me you're collecting breathing techniques?"

"Not bad." Karl's eyes lit up:

Do you have a breathing technique?

"Yes, I do, but... I can't pass on my breathing technique." Old Lev looked troubled.

"I do have a martial arts technique I can teach you."

Martial arts?

Carl frowned.

He was certainly interested in martial arts, but to be honest, not very much.

Especially after coming into contact with the wizarding world, even breathing techniques become less important, and martial arts skills are even more dispensable.

Seeing Karl's expression change, old Lev gritted his teeth and said:

"Besides martial arts, I also have some knowledge of magic signs."

Dharma Seal!

Karl's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)