A figure appeared before everyone wearing a red dress, veil, and scarf. While others did not recognize them, Yolanda knew this was Nash Orden. He was the Crimson Clan's top assassin, second only to Windchaser.
Despite Nash's feminine attire, he was actually a man. Ever since Yolanda had known of Nash, he had always dressed as a woman.
His voice was high-pitched like a woman's. And with his veil hiding his Adam's apple and half his face, most people would first assume he was female.
Both Nash and Windchaser were disciples of Solomon Vale, the head of the Crimson Clan. But Nash's style was completely different from Windchaser's.
His swordplay was eerily unpredictable. Combined with his ghostlike appearance, he sent chills down people's spines before the fight even began.
Darren was completely outmatched against Nash. Just as he regained his footing, Nash's sword came at him again.
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged over ten moves. Darren was only able to dodge desperately. He was too powerless to launch counterattacks. "Damn it!"
The two cold-eyed women beside Darren rushed in with their swords to help, but they proved even less of a match than their leader. Within five minutes, all three lay defeated under Nash's sword. They were unable to fight back.
"Screw this!"
"You piece of trash!"
Nash withdrew his sword. Standing in the center of the yard with his hands behind his back, he looked down at Darren and the others with a cold smile. "So this is all the Wright Legion amounts to!"
"Don't you dare insult the Wright Legion!" Darren rose in fury. He was struggling to stand for another fight. But before he could make a move, Nash kicked him away.
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