Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 50 Red Flower
"I'm thinking of a story."

Drake's voice suddenly rose.

"Following Rhodes' squad, Marcus's squad also perished in the Misty Cave, chopped into mincemeat by those ugly goblins."

"And my team just happened to be passing by, so we kindly collected your corpses and took care of those goblins while we were at it... How does that sound?"

Drake's teammates behind him all wore greedy and cruel smiles.

This is a deal worth fifty or sixty gold coins... So what if you get a little blood on your hands for it?

“You’re really dreaming,” Vales retorted coldly.

"Ha, yet another mixed-race bastard."

Drake grinned.

"Do you think you're superior just because you have some elven blood? I gave you and that mage kid a chance back then, but you both chose to head down a path to your doom."

Zellir's expression was not good.

Damn... it looks like they're getting serious.

There was no one else around except them, and there was no way to verify the truth.

Moreover, his teammates had just gone through a major battle and were somewhat lacking in stamina.

If a conflict breaks out... the situation will be quite unfavorable.

The atmosphere in the forest clearing suddenly became tense, as if invisible swords were spreading outwards.

Marcus slowly raised his shield, Gregak gripped the hilts of his sword and axe, and Vales placed his hand on his quiver.

Just as Zellir was about to make a move, he heard an angry shout from the other side.

"Hey kid mage, don't touch me, behave yourself!"

The two rangers from Drake's squad reacted swiftly, immediately drawing their bows and aiming two sharp arrows steadily at Zeril.

Zellier's eye twitched.

Vales, not to be outdone, also drew his arrow and aimed it at the forehead of one of the rangers.

"Shhhhh!"

Several crisp metallic scraping sounds rang out as both sides drew their weapons, and the situation instantly deteriorated.

"Keep a close eye on that mage. If he makes a move, shoot him dead immediately!" Drake snarled.

Who knows what kind of magic they might use? It's better to be on guard.

Oh shit……

Zell cursed inwardly and dared not make any further rash moves.

Why are you staring at me like that?

When you're charging up your magic, you can't keep a straight face, and there will be some magical fluctuations around you. If you observe carefully, it's easy to spot the clues.

“I advise you not to do this, Drake.”

Marcus warned in a deep voice, "Leave now, and I can pretend nothing ever happened..."

"Do you have the right to say that to me?" Drake's greedy and cruel expression remained unchanged.

His gaze swept over everyone.

Marcus the Trash, the Orc-Mongrel, the Blonde Girl-Chaser, the Elf-Mongrel, the Mage Kid, and one more...

Drake's expression froze.

Wait... where's the female assassin?
I think I just saw her?

"Are you looking for me?"

A languid female voice suddenly rang out from the back.

Drake and his teammates turned around sharply.

A dagger was pressed against Richie's Adam's apple.

The sudden sharp touch made Richie's eyes widen. He broke out in a cold sweat and dared not make the slightest movement.

Hill emerged slowly from the shadows behind Richie, his tone calm yet dangerous.

"I'm here."

damn it!
Drake was shocked to see this.

When did she sneak up to the back of the group? There were so many of us, and we didn't even notice!

"Captain, calm down...you must calm down!" Richie stammered, pleading. "Don't act rashly!"

He could feel the cold blade piercing his skin and penetrating deeper.

Soon, Richie's throat was no longer even capable of making a sound.

If the vocal cords move even slightly, the blade will pierce straight in.

Hill surveyed the room indifferently, his gaze conveying a blatant threat.

waste! ! !

Drake cursed inwardly.

They're all assassins, yet our side was subdued by the enemy first!
Utterly incompetent!
Richie was also inwardly groaning.

He had already locked onto the mage and was preparing to launch a stealthy attack.

But before he could even process that thought, the assassin's dagger was already pressed against his throat.

When did she arrive? Why didn't I hear a thing?
This was a humiliation for the assassin, meaning that the two sides were not on the same level at all.

On the other hand, the members of Marcus's team were invigorated.

Well done!

Hill took the initiative first, proving himself to be a mid-level assassin and a specialist in PVP!
Zellier was already cheering for Hill in his heart.

"Are you sure you want to fight? You'd better think it through before you make a decision, Drake!" Marcus seized the opportunity to put pressure on him.

Drake's expression was uncertain; he looked at Hill, then at Marcus, his mind wavering.

If the fighting starts, one of our men will be immediately eliminated, and the risk is simply too great...

Finally, Drake gritted his teeth and reluctantly uttered a single sentence.

"You guys are ruthless! Let's go!"

Marcus's team and others breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the words just fell.

"Pfft."

A bright red flower immediately bloomed on Richie's neck.

He clutched his throat and collapsed to the ground, convulsing, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood, which quickly stained the grass bright red.

Everyone was stunned; time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Hill...she made her move?
She actually killed Richie?!

Although no one expected Hill to slit his own throat, now is not the time to dwell on that.

After a very brief silence, both sides reacted quickly.

The balance has been broken, so there is only one option left.

"superior!!!"

Marcus and Drake roared at the same time.

The moment Hill killed Richie, he didn't even glance at him, but rushed straight to his next target.

Her supple, boneless body lowered, and she glided at lightning speed like a venomous snake close to the ground, her target the ranger ahead!
The two rangers instinctively released their bows, and the arrows aimed at Zelier flew out of the bowstrings!

"Uh-huh...!"

Zellier collapsed to the ground, letting out a cry of pain.

Almost simultaneously, an even more violent whooshing sound swept in.

Even if Vales' arrows were not infused with battle aura, they still possessed a destructive power far exceeding that of ordinary arrows.

The cyan streak of light arrived first, striking one of the rangers directly on the head.

"Oh!"

The swordsman's head shattered like a watermelon, with red and white matter scattering everywhere!

Meanwhile, another ranger's neck also erupted with a burst of blood.

The blade pierced through his throat; Hill had stabbed him right through from behind!
"Kill them!!!"

Drake's squad consists of a vanguard, an assassin, two swordsmen, and two rangers.

(End of this chapter)