Chapter 140: Night Raid

  "Did you hear about the duel on the 7th day, also known as the Demon Slayer?" Kaito casually placed his legs on the table and looked at the timid Kyubey: "What's your name? What's your background? How old are you? When did you become a Demon Slayer?" "My name is Kenji, I don't have any background, I'm not even 19 years old yet, and I became a Demon Slayer... um..."

  "Kanech?" Kaito, who had been leaning back in his chair, suddenly stood up and pressed his hands against the desk, looming over Keller's face with a gloomy expression. "Is that the student from Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy? The one who went missing two years ago?"

  Kailer nodded subconsciously, wondering why this dryness had never been mentioned in front of him before, and how just mentioning the name made his attitude so strange.

  "Great, great! It's really too good!!! I didn't expect it to be him... Qian Jin... Qian Jin!" Kaito smiled sinisterly, his fist heavily pounding on the table, causing the oil lamp on the table to shake violently, and a hole was left in the solid tabletop. Kayler felt something was off and asked in a low voice: "Do you know him?"

  "I know, I know." Kaito sat back in his chair, leaning back slightly and said: "I saw him once at school today, originally wanted to wait until going to school again to see him, directly crippling him. Dare to push me? Good, tomorrow with the duel as an excuse, I will kill him.

  "Kai... what's going on?" Kai's voice was heard saying "I'm telling you something, don't get angry. Actually, Gran went out to find that Dryander and said he wanted to exhaust his fighting spirit before your duel, then heavily injure him again, so you can win cleanly."

  "It doesn't matter." Kaito raised an eyebrow and waved his hand. "The outcome of the duel won't change anyway, he's easy to find a weaker demon hunter than him, let him play around. But remember to tell him not to provoke Fabreidis and the city lord again, don't drag us down with him if he wants to die." "Of course, Kaito-sama can consider tomorrow's duel as a warm-up for the next selection. As for that magic student, I'll make her disappear in the magic competition."

  Behind the house. Next, being pushed open by someone, Kayler saw a 42-year-old Grinmald magician wearing a black magic robe, holding his staff with a red gemstone the size of an egg, slowly walking into the room.

  Kai Qi's face slightly restrained his arrogance, and his posture, leaning back against the chair, also became much more proper. His eyes fixed on Greenlaw, who was slowly sitting down, and he nodded lightly: "Mr. Greenlaw, is today's meditation ending so soon?"

  "Yes." Grimbul Oddeye habitually stroked the crystal red gemstone on his staff: "Getting a salary from the Kay family every day also makes me feel a bit guilty, thinking that there's still a chance to duel tomorrow is really exciting for me."

  "Mr. Green has been living in our Kay family, it's not just a free salary." Kayler hurriedly piled up a smile, for this person who had the backing of the Magic Association and was not good-tempered, he didn't dare to be half disrespectful, his eyes fixed on the other's eyes, not daring to look at that wine-nosed face: "Tomorrow's matter, I'll have to trouble Mr. Green again, it's really embarrassing." "No problem, haha..." Mr. Green stroked his beloved staff: "After this is done for you, I will return to the Magic Association of Yongliu Province and meditate for two years."

  "Two years?" Keller was taken aback, and hastily asked: "Mr. Grimstone, why do you want to go back for so long? Are you not satisfied with the salary paid by our Keller family? This is negotiable... You also know that in today's Oakland, without your support..."

  "It's not about the salary." Green smiled and liked Kayler's attitude, waving his hand lightly: "I'll leave and find my apprentice to come and temporarily take over for me to help the Kay family. As for why I want to leave..."

  Glinn slightly raised his head, with an air of excitement on his face, and a hint of unspoken pride: "Because of this feeling, my spiritual power has already approached its peak. If I return to the Magic Guild and meditate for two years, I should be able to condense my spiritual power and become a Great Mage?!"

  Kail's hands, which were holding the teacup, suddenly trembled as he stared at Glinn's proud expression in shock. The value of a great magician was almost heaven and earth apart from that of a magician. "Congratulations."

  Kai Qi smiled slightly, nodding his head lightly. A great magician was indeed very precious, but as a warrior of the Bloodline Awakening, he would never look up to a great magician?! As long as he was given enough respect, it would be fine. After all, in the future human-demon battlefield, if he could get the support of a great magician, it would be much better than getting the support of an ordinary magician.

  Glen was very satisfied with Kail's surprised expression, his palm gently rotating the staff inlaid with a red gemstone, which he named the Sunrise Staff: "With this Sunrise Staff, I can almost perform some magical feats. Tomorrow's duel will have an unimaginable splendor." "Yes, yes, I'm also looking forward to tomorrow coming sooner." Kail's face piled up an even more flattering smile, secretly calculating Glen's outing time in his heart, thinking that he should be arriving at the Luo family's ancestral hall around now. Wondering how much blood Glen would make Qianjin spit before being satisfied? Hopefully, he wouldn't get overexcited and kill Qianjin all at once. Night, a dark cloud slowly covered half of the moon in the sky, and the clear wind blowing on the empty streets of the ancestral hall was even colder.

  Grant walked down the quiet street of the mausoleum with a large sword in hand, feeling the cool breeze blowing from behind, slightly shrinking his neck and frowning as he looked around at the environment, with some dislike in his heart for this inexplicably eerie atmosphere.

  "Right in front of us is the Luo's house." Grenn took two swift steps forward, jumped lightly with his hand on the wall, and pulled himself up to sit on top of the wall. His eyes gazed into the courtyard, slightly stunned: "What is...?"

  With a dry and withered hand grasping the horse-beheading knife, he stood as still as a stone statue in the courtyard, not moving at all, his whole body so still that one could hardly sense any breath of life.

  Gelan's gaze swept across, and the first thing that appeared in his line of sight was a boulder. Only after taking a closer look did he realize it was actually Qianjin himself, who seemed to be standing there asleep.

  The body of Luo Lin was still placed in the mourning hall, with several white silk ribbons gently swaying in the wind. No living person could be seen anywhere. "Is it Qianjin's turn to keep vigil tonight?" Ge Lan smiled lightly and covered her eyes with a black cloth tied around her neck. "This is great, I should have come earlier to play for a while."

  "Since you're here..." The robust body, as rigid as a stone statue, suddenly spoke up in the mourning hall, its voice drifting eerily: "Then come down from the wall, after all, you are also a demon-slaying warrior."

  He looked around, finding no one else on the wall, with a faint sense of unease and curiosity in his heart. Did he really see me? Or did he guess that someone might come? Was he just casually opening his mouth to deceive people?

  "Aren't you going down yet? Are you coming?" Gan Jing said with the same calmness as when he first closed his eyes, "Mr. Ge Lan, you came with a murderous intention, I suppose it's not to pay respects to Pangzi?"

  Gelan was slightly surprised, curiously looking at Qianjin, flipping over and jumping down to the ground, removing the black cloth that blocked his face: "Youngster, where did you learn this warrior scouting technique? If you hand it over to me tonight, I won't make a move, and let you keep some energy for tomorrow's fight with Kaito."

  "You're also considered a core member of the Kai family in Oakland, right?" Gan Jing didn't respond to the question and continued his own words: "As for Luo Lin's cause of death, you should be very clear about it, shouldn't you? Tell me about it, I can forgive you for disturbing Fatso's rest at midnight and spare your life."

  "What did you say?" Gulan seemed to have heard the most hilarious joke, and his smile grew a few degrees more sinister. His fists clenched and unclenched, making a crisp cracking sound: "Spare my life? Since you won't hand it over willingly, I'll beat you up and teach you how to write the word 'pain'." "Pain? Can you?" Qian Jin didn't move, his eyes closed: "I rarely give enemies opportunities. You can think again about revealing the cause of Luo Lin's death..."

  Ge Lan let out a low growl, his shoulders rotating with a "Ka-ba" sound, his Qi surging to its limits and filling his entire body. Before Gan Jing could even finish speaking, he had already made his move.

  As for Qian Jin, he didn't think much of him. A warrior who was less than nineteen years old, even if he became a Demon-Slaying Warrior, how strong could he be? Unless you were an awakened Bloodline Warrior.

  Three consecutive stomps, the dust on the ground was blown up to ankle height by the counter-shock force, and the whole journey was like a galloping horse with clouds underfoot. The sturdy arm swung upwards from below, like a battering ram crashing into the dry and strong abdomen.

  His body was sturdy, and with each step, he stomped the ground, producing a loud thudding sound, as if a wooden stick was striking a cotton quilt. His legs were clearly bursting with explosive force. "Not bad, the angle of his attack isn't bad either. He's indeed got the strength of a Demon-Slaying Warrior. Much stronger than that green-skinned three-armed ape."

  With a stern expression and closed eyes, he sensed Gran's movements. This blow was powerful and forceful, like a war chariot charging forward or a warhorse galloping wildly. With one charge, the air was filled with an overwhelming energy, and a strong gust of wind rushed towards him, as if trying to suffocate him. The smell of blood mixed in, indicating that this person had... killed before!

  Ge Lan rushed to Qian Jin's face in the blink of an eye, his eyes flashing with a hint of suspicion. What was wrong with this kid? Didn't he even dare to dodge? Was he scared stupid and forgot how to fight? Who cares?! First, give him a punch and make him spit out his dinner!

  In an instant, Gran swung his waist and shoulders, heavily pounding a fist into Qianjin's abdomen, hearing the muffled thud, feeling the real sensation of flesh hitting flesh, and suddenly felt a thrill in his heart: Did it work?!

  What? The joy on Gran's face suddenly turned into surprise, a full-force punch didn't even knock the young man off balance, let alone make him bend over and vomit. His face didn't even show any signs of pain or distortion, his entire body didn't change at all, as if Gran's heavy fist had only lightly touched his abdomen, not even with the force of a touch.