"Boom!"
The shield of this Great Demon Master was shattered, and the ground cracked open, then a hemispherical pit was directly pressed downward.
However, Bruceâs attack had nearly exhausted its power at this point. Before he could adjust his posture to launch another strike, Fox had already released a new spell in advance.
"Wind Blade Tornado!"
A tornado over ten meters high suddenly appeared, enveloping Bruce before he landed and then carrying him away into the distance.
"Ah!!!"
A roar came from within the tornado, and Bruce, wielding his giant sword with all his might, finally broke free from the Wind Blade Tornado.
At this moment, his body was already covered in wounds.
His brand-new Secret Silver Armor was riddled with holes, full of marks from the Wind Blades cutting through it, and his skin was covered in blood, making him look severely injured and on the brink of collapse.
"Hehe... hehehe... The power of an Eighth Rank Wind Blade Tornado is quite decent... It made me feel some pain... hehehe... Come on, again!"
However, as the saying goes, thereâs no wrong nickname, only the wrong name.
Bruce didnât disappoint his reputation as a War Fanatic. At this moment, instead of showing any fear, he erupted with a fiercer momentum and charged towards his opponent once more.
Even Fox couldnât help but feel irritated at this moment.
This guy is like a clingy fly, impossible to kill or drive away, truly disgusting.
"Since you want to die, Iâll grant your wish!"
Murderous intent flashed in Foxâs eyes as he planned to unleash his trump card and kill his opponent in one strike.
Although this was the territory of the Mercenary Guild, his dignity as an Eighth Rank powerhouse made him determined to finish off this guy here and now.
"Bruce, stand down!"
At this time, a loud shout echoed, and a figure suddenly descended from the sky, blocking Bruceâs charge.
"Boom!!"
A dull impact sounded, and a man in his fifties single-handedly intercepted him without moving an inch himself.
The impact from a charging Seventh Rank War Master was strong enough to demolish a building.
Yet now, he was forcibly stopped by a single person, showcasing the terrifying level of the latterâs strength.
"Dawn."
Seeing the newcomer, a hint of dread flashed in Foxâs eyes.
This person was Marcus Dawn, one of the three Eighth Rank powerhouses stationed at the Mercenary Guild in Tarata, known as the strongest human warrior.
Fox had thought someone else from the Mercenary Guild would come, but to his surprise, it was this man who appeared in person.
Given his strength, itâs not an exaggeration to say heâs among the top three within the entire Mercenary Guild.
Therefore, even someone as confident as Fox displayed an unusually serious expression.
On the other side, after being intercepted, Bruce didnât persist in his confrontation once he recognized who had arrived.
This Great War Master Dawn was one of the few whom Bruce truly admired in this world.
There was no choice in the matter since, during his previous challenge against Dawn, he was thoroughly beaten, which won his respect.
"Fox, with the frontline battles so intense, if you have the time, why not help there? Why trespass into the Mercenary Guild?"
Dawn was also on guard as he looked at the uninvited guest before him.
Although these two had never formally exchanged blows, reputation speaks louder than words; they were both top-tier powerhouses in Tarata Royal City, each at the pinnacle of the Eighth Rank, making it difficult to say who was stronger.
At their level, to determine a winner, it would have to be a life-and-death struggle.
Once a fight started, it would be at a level of destruction thatâs unimaginable, and no one would easily make a move.
Even if there were bards ranking them, it would likely be based on past achievements.
Itâs impossible to truly say who is stronger, and even they themselves couldnât confidently say.
There are too many factors influencing the outcome of a battle.
When evenly matched experts clash, even a momentary distraction or a poor performance could directly affect the result, with no second chances for a redo.
Thus, even the watching Augmundu realized that no battle was likely to occur after these two met.
Moreover, it wasnât just a personal dispute anymore.
On one side was the president of the Iron Furnace Commerce, and on the other was one of the seven giants of the Mercenary Guild.
The situation had escalated to a collision between the two significant powers, Iron Furnace Commerce and the Mercenary Guild, making it impossible acting solely based on personal emotions.
"Fox, I believe you know well, that the esteemed guest has already stated not to receive visitors for now. Our Mercenary Guild has always been true to its word, so I hope you wonât persist obstinately."
Dawn presented facts and reasons right away to persuade the two before him to leave without further fuss.
Bruce had already discussed this with Augmundu a few days ago, but certain truths and logic have a different impact depending on who delivers them.
In essence, these so-called truths ultimately depend on a foundation of strength. Without strength, no one is willing to reason with you.
"Heh, Dawn, is this your way of the Mercenary Guild treating guests? I came here by the invitation of that esteemed one, yet your people stopped me outside the door. I hope you can explain this."
Fox withdrew his hands, speaking coldly.
"An invitation?"
Dawn was evidently a bit surprised by this reason and couldnât help but show a hint of confusion.
"Hmph! Take a look!"
Fox finished speaking and pulled a letter resembling an invitation from his pocket, using wind magic to toss it over to Dawn.
"Indeed, this is an invitation only found within our Mercenary Guild."
Dawn nodded and admitted the origin of the item without hesitation.
"If so, then all this must be a misunderstanding. But Fox, since you have the invitation, you should have presented it first. Why cause such a commotion?"
"Youâre asking why I made such a commotion?"
Fox frowned and then shifted his gaze to Bruce.
Realizing this, Dawn immediately understood. How could he not know the behavior of this battle fanatic in his guild?
After glaring fiercely at Bruce, he didnât say much more and led the two towards the manor.
Although Fox demanded an explanation, he didnât pursue it further. After all, he didnât want to create enmity with the Mercenary Guild.
They quickly crossed the cobblestone path of the manor, arriving at the door of the house where Zhang Xiaoman resided.
"Fox, thereâs one thing I need to remind you of. Mr. Jixing is our esteemed guest. Regardless of your intentions, you mustnât harm him here, or there will undoubtedly be conflict between us."
Dawn said.
Fox looked at him with a strange expression, a thought suddenly arising in his mind.
"Could it be, these people still donât know Mr. Jixingâs identity?"
He initially thought the Mercenary Guild should already be aware of that personâs strength, but from Dawnâs words, it seemed they were unaware of that one being of the Holy Rank.
Realizing this, he couldnât help but feel a bit excited.
It seemed he came at just the right time.
If the Mercenary Guild wasnât aware of Mr. Jixingâs power, then this action should yield even greater gains.
With this in mind, Fox didnât even bother to address Dawnâs threat, directly pushing open the door and stepping into the room.
P.S.: Thanks to "lcy_l" for the 100 coin reward, thank you!