123: Uncle-nephew sparring, Wolf King Lightning Stab

It was noon.

At this time, after bidding farewell to Monterey, Roen and Beruke swaggered out of the Adventurers' Association.

After a series of twists and turns, they arrived at a secluded spot.

Beruke used counter-reconnaissance methods to confirm that no one was following them.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and then whispered excitedly to Roen.

“Phew… so it’s done?”

At this moment, Beruke was excited, but a trace of disbelief still lingered on his face.

When Roen previously proposed to use the secrets of the five major forces to threaten and trade, he thought the plan was completely wishful thinking.

But now, the Adventurers' Association, which was not the strongest but the most difficult and hostile, was easily taken down by Roen in just a few words?

“Uz, I still think this matter is a bit too simple.”

“You mean Monterey, he wouldn't agree one moment and then sell us out the next, would he?”

“After all, atoning for one's sins by rendering meritorious service… that’s also a good way out!”

At this, Beruke frowned slightly and asked Roen.

After he calmed down, he regained his original caution.

“Don’t worry, Monterey isn’t a fool.”

Roen chuckled softly at the words, speaking with great composure.

“As long as he weighs the pros and cons, he will never betray us.”

Want to turn over a new leaf and thoroughly mend his ways?

Roen scoffed inwardly, knowing that Monterey had no possibility of repentance whatsoever.

After all, Nutley’s father was now at the peak of an Earth Knight.

And according to his talent level, he was very likely to attempt a breakthrough to a Sky Knight within three years.

Therefore, as long as the demands Roen made were not excessive, Monterey would surely cooperate honestly and would absolutely not betray him.

Of course, Roen had not informed Beruke of this information in advance.

That was why Beruke was so suspicious and full of concerns.

“Alright…”

Seeing Roen so confident, Beruke found it hard to say anything more.

Just then, the two turned two streets and arrived at a food street.

“Two esteemed Guild Masters.”

At this moment, Pete and Clay, who were disguised as customers to provide support, quietly emerged from various corners.

Because the spatial teleportation location of Beruke's alchemical necklace was somewhat random, only a general direction could be determined.

Therefore, they had planned in advance that if an unexpected situation occurred, Beruke should teleport towards this food street.

“Let’s go, we’ll talk more after we get back.”

Roen said, and Beruke also nodded.

Immediately, the group returned to the sewer base and briefly explained the morning's situation.

“Oh, by the way, Pete, is there any result from the task I assigned earlier?”

After some discussion, Roen remembered something and asked Pete.

Pete nodded and quickly replied.

“Vice Guild Master, just now, I have already received a response from my subordinates.”

“This morning, the Kula Family sent several luxurious carriages to the Potion Masters Association, and the carriages only returned to their station half an hour ago.”

Roen nodded slightly at the words.

Then, after a brief pause, he continued to give orders.

“Very good, the plan remains unchanged, we will go to the Kula Family shortly.”

It was afternoon.

In the Kula Family’s private training ground, two figures were sparring, drenched in sweat.

One of them, around twenty years old, was well-built, clad in a full set of knight armor, holding a knight’s longsword in each hand, launching a fierce attack.

The other was around forty, with a square face, a cold expression, and a burly physique.

He wore ordinary noble casual clothes, with no defensive equipment on him.

He held a heavy training knight’s broadsword in one hand, parrying and striking with effortless ease.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The three swords continuously collided, emitting the sound of metal clashing.

The young knight’s movements were as fast as lightning, his two longswords enveloped in battle qi, reflecting an even sharper cold gleam.

“Stab! Uppercut! Jump chop! Mid-air spin! Dual-sword cross slash!”

The young figure continuously leaped, wielding his dual swords in a crisscross pattern, executing powerful knight sword techniques one after another.

Such fast and sharp sword moves, if it were an ordinary person, even a Just Knight would be defeated and cut down within three moves.

However, facing the middle-aged knight before him, he could not inflict any damage at all.

The middle-aged knight even stood still, his left hand hanging at his waist.

He only used his right hand to wield his sword in retaliation, blocking and even suppressing all of the young knight’s offensives.

Under the intense exchange, the young knight saw that after dozens of consecutive moves, he couldn’t even break through the three-foot sword domain in front of the middle-aged knight.

So he gritted his teeth, his Breathing Technique circulating within him, and a powerful aura erupted.

“Wolf King… Lightning Stab!”

As the young knight’s footwork changed, the next second his face became ferocious.

Like a charging giant wolf, he suddenly flashed out like lightning.

At the same time, his dual swords, in a bizarre posture, stabbed towards the middle-aged knight’s face and throat.

In just an instant, the sharp sword tips had already bypassed the heavy sword’s defense.

It seemed that in the next moment, they would pierce into the middle-aged knight’s neck.

However, at this very moment.

Facing a life-and-death threat, the middle-aged knight showed no fear.

He still maintained that calm and collected expression, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

“Heh…”

The middle-aged man chuckled softly, and in that flash of lightning, he casually swiped with his heavy sword.

With just a simple flourish of the sword, he simultaneously struck both incoming dual swords.

Bang!

Under a powerful and heavy blow, the dual swords in the young knight’s hands flew out directly.

As he stood there, utterly stunned, and hurriedly thought of temporarily avoiding the edge and then counterattacking, he suddenly felt a broadsword resting quietly at his neck.

“Phew…”

The young knight let out a long breath; if he had been even slightly careless just now, he would have run himself onto the sword’s edge.

At that point, it would certainly have been a situation of “suicide by sword.”

“Alas, Uncle Alberto, I still couldn’t make you fight with both hands, could I…”

The young knight gave a bitter smile, shaking his head somewhat helplessly.

“Thompson, don’t be discouraged. Actually, I was just a little bit away from having to use my left hand.”

A hint of warmth finally appeared on the middle-aged knight’s cold face.

This person was none other than the only Honor Knight in Kula City, Mountain Wolf Knight Alberto.

And the young knight sparring with him was his nephew, and the next heir of the Kula Family, Thompson.

“Come on, don’t comfort me.”

Thompson laughed, then took off his armor and went to the side of the training ground with Thompson.

At this time, servants brought afternoon tea and pastries, and the uncle and nephew sat opposite each other.