Half-elf Notebook

In contrast, Ina, who fell from a height of more than three meters, stood up lightly as if she didn't need any force relief or buffering.

The shrill screams made the two gangs confronting each other stand still for a moment, feeling terrified.

When they looked at the thug who was kneeling on the ground, desperately covering the cut, his face distorted in pain.

They could even feel an inexplicable chill running through the soles of their feet and up their spines.

It all happened so fast that no one was there except "Flying Knife" Gore, the captain of the soldiers, John Peake.

I didn't see clearly what happened.

But the thugs and soldiers couldn't help but form a strange consensus.

I won't have any chance to resist this girl...

"Father" John Peake."

Ina spoke in a cold voice.

"you know me?"

John's tone was a little surprised, but he did not deny his identity and his actions did not pause.

He had already taken out another arrow, which he had kept in a leather pouch on the inside of his coat.

The crossbow armed with magic energy made a click and the bowstring was retracted.

"That makes things easier. I think we can talk about it. Believe me, it is definitely not a wise decision to become an enemy of the Blood Gang."

"If someone offers to buy my head, I can pay double the price."

"I can even recommend you to be the new leader of the Blood Gang. I am not just a leader of the Blood Gang, but a powerful... half-elf lady..."

John Peake paused.

It was like confirming something that was appearing before his eyes but was unbelievable.

With the series of actions just now, it seemed impossible for the hood to stay safely on the girl's head.

John Peake was naturally able to see Ina's appearance clearly.

He then murmured to himself:

"No, I know you."

At this moment, a figure bypassed the Blood Gang's human wall and quickly rushed between John Peake and the white-haired girl.

The speed was a little faster than when Ina came.

The wind pressure he created made it difficult for the Blood Gang thugs who passed by to breathe.

Martial arts, Swift Wind Steps!

Martial arts, advance!

The screen opened again, and Ina's cold green eyes were reflected on the shiny sword that was not stained with blood.

There was no mercy, and no wavering.

She asked only to confirm her own judgment.

The other party agreed and there was no need to discuss the issue further.

Suddenly, a dagger shot towards Ina's neck like an arrow.

She was forced to raise her sword and block with her back hand.

The mass of a dagger is much heavier than an arrow.

Even though its actual speed was not as fast as an arrow shot from a longbow, it was not difficult for it to penetrate clothing or skin that was not protected by magic.

As soon as the dagger was bounced away, a sharp sword blade, as agile as a snake, instantly followed the flight trajectory of the dagger, bypassed the long sword, and pointed directly at Ina's throat.

Gore almost threw himself directly into the girl.

There was a hissing sound of metal friction and sparks flew.

Ina's sword blocked the blade.

He firmly stopped Gore's sword less than a finger away from his neck.

Gore was horrified and quickly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, changing from stabbing to chopping.

I hoped that with my strength, I could push the blade forward even half an inch and cut the white skin.

Now he still has the opportunity to find the flaws of the girl in front of him.

The initiative is still in his hands.

But he had a hunch that as long as both sides retreated more than one meter,

Ina's sword will definitely hit her first.

And the other party will definitely not give you the possibility to exchange injury for injury.

After just one move, he knew clearly that the other party was definitely not a big businessman from a big city, nor was he one of those nobles who relied solely on drinking potions to nurture their offspring to the bronze rank.

This stab is definitely not something that can be easily dealt with by relying solely on the reaction of a bronze rank.

There is no doubt that these precise movements were the result of intuition and swordsmanship honed through countless sparring sessions!

"Don't move, Miss Half-Elf!"

Seeing that the two were in a stalemate, John Peake raised the crossbow in his hand and pointed it at Ina, shouting in a sharp voice.

Ina turned a deaf ear to it.

She pushed the sword forward, mobilizing magic power to strengthen her physical abilities, and was equivalent to a bronze-level professional.

In terms of strength, he firmly suppressed Gore, with the momentum of pushing the blade against the opponent.

"Hurry up and do it! You bastard Piqué! Stop talking nonsense."

Gore roared angrily. He could see his sword slowly but surely moving away from Ina's vital points.

John ignored his accomplice's words and continued:

"I remember you, one of the beggar children who once attached himself to the Blood Gang."

"Just a few years ago. Oh yeah! Eight years ago. You were still hanging around a little red-haired bastard."

In John's eyes, he was negotiating a deal.

Gore's life or death was not important to him. His business instinct told him that this was a deal that would benefit him greatly in the future:

"Do you know why, after I beat that red-haired bastard to death, I didn't do anything to you?"

"Because I know you're different from them. You're special, kid."

"Do you know why you can get more rewards when you beg in the Blood Gang? Why didn't you suffer retaliation after leaving the Blood Gang?"

John Peake held his chest and spoke in a rhythmic voice:

"Because of me! Child, this is my instruction. I have done you a favor, so we can cooperate."

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Gore caught a glimpse of a dark sphere floating next to the girl.

It just appeared so abruptly next to the confrontation between the two people.

Gore was absolutely sure that this thing definitely did not exist when he stabbed the girl ten seconds ago.

At this moment, his years of combat experience told him how dangerous his current situation was.

The first-level spell arcane missile shot out!

"damn it!"

Gore roared madly.

Martial arts, exhaust.

Martial arts, forced balance.

Gore's figure seemed to be hit by a huge force and flew backwards.

He narrowly avoided the magic missile that was powerful enough to tear half of his face apart.

His toes touched the mud, never really having solid ground. Every time they touched the ground, he would regain his balance from the brink of falling.

While maintaining its speed, it seemed as if it had turned into a ghost that was not bound by gravity, with a fluency and continuity that was no less than Ina's movements.

The fact that a bronze-level warrior can use two martial arts at the same time is enough to prove his excellent talent in mastering combat skills.

This is also the proud capital that makes Gore the leader of the Blood Gang.

Unfortunately, even if the Bronze Rank retreated at full speed, it was impossible for him to be faster than Ina's pursuit.

If he could reach the bronze level, Ina could do it too.

However, just when Ina made a move.

John Peake seized the opportunity and shot out another arrow stained with dim light.