Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 383 Paladin

Trish always knew that Barrow liked her, but she already had a boyfriend when they met.

My boyfriend at the time was a basketball star at school. He was tall, strong, and had a sunny disposition.

Having come from a small town, Barrow, pale and thin, was far inferior to his opponent.

Even after they broke up, Tracy never considered Barrow again.

just now……

Both the other party's income and the thoughtful care he had given her during this time made Trish's heart flutter.

Maybe,

The two should make their feelings clear to each other.

I went downstairs.

Pulling Barrow to a secluded corner, Trish took a deep breath, intending to confirm their relationship.

Having been in several relationships, she was no longer the naive young girl she once was, and was quite adept at confessing her feelings, so she naturally wasn't nervous at all.

"Barrow".

"Um."

Barrow looked tense.

He wasn't stupid; of course he could guess what the other person was going to say. His breath hitched, and his body tensed up instinctively.

"Thank you for everything these past few days," Trish said softly.

"You know my family situation. Since my father passed away, only you have been by my side..."

"Wait a moment!"

"Um?"

Trish looked up in surprise:

"What's wrong?"

"Something's coming." Barrow's eyes narrowed, his hair stood on end, and he reached out to pull Trish behind him, looking into the shadows in the corner:

"Who's there?"

"what?"

In the darkness, shadows writhed like viscous liquid, and a black man with a face covered in eerie patterns emerged from them.

"You were actually able to sense my presence?"

The black man looked puzzled.

"Wasn't the target supposed to be an ordinary person?"

"Who are you?"

Barrow shouted, glancing at the hotel security guards not far away, his expression changing drastically the next moment.

Even though they were very close, and he deliberately shouted loudly, the security personnel seemed not to hear him at all, and none of them turned around to look in their direction.

I don't know when.

A thin layer of black mist enveloped the surroundings, blurring everything inside and distorting external perception.

"it's useless."

The black man gently shook his head:

"My ability can block out sound, sight, and even smell; this is the origin of absolute darkness."

"Barrow?"

"Just come with me obediently!"

As he spoke, he stomped his feet and charged towards the two of them.

The black man wasn't physically strong, but he was incredibly fast. Trish was certain that no one she had ever seen could run faster than him.

Is this what they call racial advantage?

Before she could even scream, she saw a blur before her eyes, and Barrow had already kicked the other man in the chest.

"Bang!"

The black man was thrown backwards, his feet touching the ground, as if he had been hit by a speeding truck.

It flew more than ten meters before landing heavily.

"Barrow!"

Trish stared wide-eyed at the scene before her, her face filled with astonishment:

"How...how did you do that?"

Black people weigh at least 70 or 80 kilograms, so how much force must they have to kick someone more than ten meters away?

All her boyfriends combined probably don't compare to her.

But the surprises didn't stop there.

"Ahem!"

The Black man coughed twice, slowly propped himself up from the ground, and gently brushed the dust off his body. He seemed unharmed, and simply said:

"Not bad, looks like I'll have to pay more."

He muttered something under his breath, and then his figure suddenly vanished from the spot, as if merging into the darkness.

They reappeared behind Barrow.

"Be careful!"

Trish screamed instinctively.

"Whoosh!"

"Snapped!"

Barrow suddenly turned around, raised his hand to block the incoming attack, and then bent his arm to elbow it away.

The black man flashed again, appearing beside Barrow as if by teleportation, and launched another attack.

Barrow turned his head to dodge.

The two figures flashed rapidly, leaving numerous afterimages in the arena, accompanied by a constant crackling sound.

"Bang!"

The hard marble floor couldn't withstand the pressure and burst open on the spot, sending stones flying in all directions.

Another burst of noise followed.

"what!"

Having never seen anything like this before, Trish couldn't help but scream, fear and excitement rushing to her head.

What a terrifying person!

Barrow,

Is it really that strong?

The black man was clearly skilled in martial arts, and with the special ability to blend into the darkness, he could move quickly and firmly occupy the top position.

However, it won't be easy for him to take down Barrow.

Moreover, as time went on, Barrow's bursts of speed and power became faster and stronger.

"Bang!"

They collided again.

The Black man took several steps back, stopped, and looked at Barrow with surprise:

"You...are still in the stage of unleashing your potential?"

"What do you mean?" Barrow asked, looking puzzled.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you attacking us?"

"Heh..." The Black man was somewhat speechless.

"How could this happen?"

People in the period of potential explosion are often just entering the extraordinary realm, but if they are already this strong right after entering, how terrifying must their potential be?

How could someone like this not be taught a lesson?

"Whoosh!"

With a flash, the black man struck again, but this time his target was not Barrow, but Trish, who had retreated to a corner.

"stop!"

Upon seeing this, Barrow roared urgently and quickly closed in.

"Bang!"

"hiss……"

Shadows mingled.

A strange white light suddenly emanated from Trish's shoulder, swirling in the air before striking Barrow's forehead.

Barrow's body stiffened, and he stopped moving instantly.

"Hehe..." A phantom mouse appeared on Trish's shoulder and shrieked:

"Sid, thank goodness I came."

"That's right."

The black man, Sid, twisted his aching wrist and nodded helplessly:

"You're right."

"Let's go," the mouse said.

"He's been hit by my soul-capturing spell and won't be able to break free for at least an hour. Get out of here quickly."

"I know." Sid stepped forward, grabbed Barrow's shoulder, and was about to lift him up when his expression suddenly changed drastically, and darkness instantly enveloped his body.

"Sizzle!"

A flash of dark light appeared, leaving behind a trace of blood.

"Um!"

Sid let out a muffled groan and used the momentum to roll back and forth on the ground.

"It's a demon-slaying bullet!"

"Be careful!"

Several dark figures appeared nearby at some unknown time, holding guns and pulling the triggers into the darkness.

"Sizzle!"

"Sizzle!"

The silencer could not completely eliminate the gunshots. The anti-magic bullets left white marks in the void, while the figure of the black man, Sid, kept dodging in the darkness.

"Barrow!"

Chris the Night Watchman's voice rang out:

Can you hear my voice?

Barrow, who had been frozen in place, rolled his eyes, and his bewildered gaze gradually returned to consciousness as he called out.

"Damn it!"

The rat, perched on Trish's shoulder and controlling the two of them, squeaked softly before shrinking into Trish's body.

Followed by.

Trish's eyes glowed green, she let out a low growl, hoisted Barrow onto her shoulder, and charged off into the distance.

Despite her frail physique, she carried Barrow with astonishing speed and agility.

"Chase!"

The night watchman roared.

On a streetlamp not far away, a red-eyed bat silently watched this scene before spreading its wings and disappearing.

…………

soon.

A dark alleyway.

"Bang!"

"Thump..."

Bullets and figures clashed, and various impact sounds rang out as six watchmen surrounded the target.

"monkey!"

The black man, Sid, was blasted out of the shadows by an invisible force. Covered in wounds, he could no longer hold on and roared to the sky:

"If we don't come out now, we're doomed!"

"snort!"

A cold snort rang out from nowhere, and a golden light suddenly shot into the battlefield, knocking away several Night Watchmen:

"If they wanted to kill you, they could have done it long ago. They kept you alive to lure me out."

"idiot!"

Even so, a golden-armored warrior still appeared on the scene.

"Paladin!" Chris the Night Watchman narrowed his eyes, his muscles bulged, and his ability to manipulate flesh and blood was pushed to its limit. He roared and charged towards his opponent.

"The gods are dead; now the world belongs to us!"

"Bang!"

The price of gold surged.

The paladin wielding a broadsword clashed with Chris in mid-air, the resulting force instantly wiping out everyone around them.

"God, immortal!"

The paladin's eyes were lowered, and his voice was solemn:

"Those who defy God's will deserve divine punishment!"

"die!"

"Crack!"

A blinding golden light shone, illuminating the entire alley.

(End of this chapter)