Chapter 72 Dust Settle
A few minutes later, the arena fell silent, and the dust settled.
The crowd looked on in astonishment. Where dozens had been standing, now only a single girl remained. Melfrey’s clite lay in the area surrounding her. They were all clutching their arms, curling up in pain, and writhing on the ground.
Dylan stood frozen and struggled to find words.
Complete silence.
No one noticed that a man who lay on the ground was quietly pulling out a dagger. He suddenly sprang up and lunged at the girl’s back.
This man was the leader of the Hurricane Mercenary Corps.
On the second level, George’s expression changed. Before he could shout a warning, Isabelle moved as if she had eyes on the back of her head.
The Hurricane leader saw only a blur as his strike missed completely.
The next moment, the girl appeared beside him like a phantom.
Then, the dagger went missing from his hand.
No one saw how Isabelle snatched the dagger from him. They saw a flash of cold light, and blood splattered all over the floor.
She had cut his tendon!
The crowd felt a phantom pain in their own tendons.
Her speed was so incredible that the man didn’t even feel the pain immediately. After a few seconds, an agonising scream ripped through the arena, making everyone’s skin crawl.
Isabelle frowned slightly. Then she lifted her hand to wipe the blood spatter from her cheek.
A streak of blood marked her pale face.
The blood mark highlighted her cold eyes.
The mercenary leaders sprawled on the ground, filled with terror. They stared at the girl who stood before them. It was like reliving an old nightmare.
Isabelle slowly raised her gaze and said, “I’m the second No–Name. From now on, anyone who dares to bully Blackwater on our turf will end up like this.”
With that, she flung the dagger like a dart, embedding it deep into the wall.
Everyone looked at the wall and saw the dagger’s blade completely buried, with only the handle visible.
The terrifying force left everyone in shock.
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to collect it from you,”
George exhaled softly. His previously tense expression relaxed, and a smile crept onto his lips.
He stood up straight and clapped his hands.
The applause broke the silence and drew everyone’s attention.
Isabelle looked up at the second level and met George’s gaze.
The duel tournament had been dull for the past two years. They expected the final match tonight to be no different.
Some were there just to see Blackwater’s downfall.
No–Name’s legacy had become a legend in the arena.
But tonight, Isabelle emerged.
The anticipated joke of Blackwater’s didn’t happen.
A Cheshian girl named No–Name rose to fame in the Duel Tournament years ago, inspiring fear throughout Melfrey.
Almost everyone in Melfrey had felt the terror of No–Name’s dominance.
And today, another Cheshian girl stunned the crowd.
Isabelle had made her name across Melfrey.
Word spreaded quickly.
On a private island-
“Boss, a young Cheshian girl emerged at this year’s Duel Tournament in Melfrey. Her skills are remarkably similar to the late Blood Shadow’s. She used the same techniques to make a name for herself.”
“Blood Shadow was our Dark Shadow’s prized creation. No one compares to her.”
“But this girl more than resembles Blood Shadow; she also claims to be the leader of Blackwater.”
“Blackwater?”
“Yes, the Blackwater Mercenary Corps, one of the factions under Blood Shadow’s control.”
No one knew that the legendary assassin Blood Shadow, who had achieved countless glories, was constantly under the organisation’s surveillance.
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