Not a Single One Left

"Don't be in such a hurry. Let me admire that desperate, fearful expression on his face a little longer. Otherwise, my grand entrance would have been wasted."

Zhai Cai flicked the hem of his black mink coat, like a flashy general sweeping his cape aside.

He spouted meaningless nonsense, but his actions were anything but slow. He slightly bent his knees, held the knight's longsword at his side, and assumed the stance for a drawing slash.

Channing took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. As he scanned his surroundings, he reviewed the information on the young man in the black mink coat.

According to the Hunter Guild's intelligence, this man was the Holy See Knights' Order's sole inheritor, the only heir for six generations. A level-seven Holy Knight—purely in terms of level, Channing was one level above him.

But this was the secret chamber where the Eye of the Sky was stored. It was impossible to force a breakthrough; no escape technique or explosive skill could get them out.

Fighting a knight in an enclosed space was exceptionally dangerous for a Lightning Mage.

At that moment, the sole-heir knight finished charging his attack. He fiercely swung his more-than-one-meter-long sword, and the blade erupted with brass-colored light. Cast out with the swing, it transformed into an arcing sword aura that swept toward Heaven's Punishment's administrative minister.

Channing Lu immediately raised his feather fan and created a wall of wind before himself.

The arcing brass sword light held against the wind wall for a long while, grinding out wild, unruly currents before finally exhausting its power and dissipating.

Channing Lu swung his feather fan at Zhai Cai. Amid a shrill whistling, wind blades shot forth like a rain of arrows.

Zhai Cai planted his knight's longsword before him. Brass-colored