Chapter 222: Clash

"Now that he's gone, let's see who will save you!" the third sister declared coldly as she stepped forward, activating her skills. "I'll make sure you feel twice the pain that little bastard made me go through!"

"Where did you take him to?" Nyx demanded in a cold, emotionless voice as she stepped forward to meet the girl who had a striking resemblance to Hendrix. Her dark eyes were filled with madness. As she drew closer, a sword bathed in glorious white light materialized in her grasp.

"Somewhere very far," the fourth brother, who had initiated the teleportation, smirked. He was hoping to appear cocky and annoying but failed miserably as his face was extremely bruised and battered.

"I didn't speak to you, ugly." Nyx narrowed her eyes as she pointed her sword at the third sister, who seemed to be in charge of this little team. "I'm talking to you!"

"How dare you!" It was the first time someone had insulted him by calling him ugly; his face became even more horrifying. What was even more disrespectful was that Nyx was younger than him.

"Third sister, let me fight her!" he growled with bloodshot eyes.

"Don't." The third born raised her hand, then added with narrowed eyes, "It's what she wants, can't you tell?"

"Huh?"

"She wants you to lose your mind and make rash decisions," the third sister stated calmly.

"Stop comforting yourself, sick bastards. She only spoke the truth." Wendy stepped forward along with the rest of the team. She was very familiar with this group of people; after all, they attended the same academy. She knew they were very powerful; after all, they were in the rankings and pretty famous too.

Though she hadn't fought with them before, she had heard that they were very powerful when they were all together.

"Hmpff, I didn't know even the fake noble had the right to speak in the presence of real nobles now." A mocking smile hung on the third born's lips as she taunted.

Wendy's expression faltered slightly, and she clenched her little fist.

"That's right, keep your mouth shut." The second brother chimed in.

"You don't have any right to say this to her!" Rab shouted as he summoned his shield and slammed it into the ground; a slightly deep crater appeared. The sheer force behind this attack sent dirt flying about. He was a tank, after all, a class that was known for their immense strength.

"Yes, no one has the right to speak to our Wendy like that!" Cole added, conjuring flaming balls in his hands.

"They're right. Don't speak to our Wendy like that," Nyx stated calmly. Wendy looked up at her, a complicated gleam flashing in her eyes. Wendy had thought Nyx disliked her because of the little incident during the mock tournament. This thought was further reinforced because of her different attitude toward everyone.

"B-but..." Wendy thought, her fist gradually loosening, drops of tears streaming down her cheeks. It was the first time someone was standing up for her apart from her mother. She flicked the teardrop from her cheeks before anyone could see it. Her eyes became sharp, murder gleaming within them. Her sword appeared in her grasp as she walked forward.

"Enough chit-chat!" the second born roared as he charged forward, and the fourth also banished from his spot.

"Leave that brat sister for me," the third sister said. "I need to make her feel the pain I go through personally!"

Just like them, even the Cromwell Team sprang into motion. The fourth born appeared in front of Wendy like a ghost and thrust his dagger, aiming for her heart.

Wendy's eyes narrowed as the dagger sped toward her. After her encounter with the red-skinned girl back in Snowhelm, Wendy had worked on her skills, realizing that she could have lost her life if not for the intervention of the couple. The instinct she had honed throughout the years kicked in, and with a flick of her wrist, she deflected the dagger with the flat of her sword.

CLANG!

Sparks flew from their clash, and a metallic ring echoed in the air. Wendy twisted her wrist and followed up with a powerful slash aimed at the fourth brother's neck. However, the fourth brother grinned, disappearing into thin air.

"Slippery bastard!" Wendy muttered under her breath, her grip tightening as she glanced around. She already knew about the fourth brother's annoying skill, hence the lack of surprise on her face. Inwardly, she was glad that he had come after her instead of the others because she knew his attack pattern very well.

Just as she had predicted, the fourth born reappeared behind her, dagger poised to strike at her spine. But Wendy had already anticipated this—without turning her head, she sidestepped the attack at the last second, pivoting gracefully as her sword hummed through the air in an arc.

CLANG!

The fourth brother managed to block with the edge of his dagger, but the impact drove him back several steps.

While Wendy was fighting the fourth born, Rab and Cole were also locked in intense combat with the second brother, whose body was encased in solid rock, forming a sort of armor on his skin.

From the left side, Cole unleashed a barrage of fireballs at the second brother, who raised an earth wall to shield himself just in time.

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The condensed fireball exploded against the wall, sending embers flying all about. From the front, Rab roared as he charged forward, slamming his shield into the earthen wall. The ground quaked under the impact, and cracks splintered across the wall.

"Keep hitting him! I'll find an opening!" Cole shouted, conjuring another wave of fire in his hands.

"Fools, I can't believe bumpkins like you think you can defeat me," the second brother taunted as he pushed against the ground, using the earth to propel himself upward, evading Rab's shield charge while launching stones toward Cole.

Cole dodged to the side as the rocks whizzed past him. He retaliated by launching another barrage of fireballs, lighting up the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the third sister smirked as she slowly covered the distance, her eyes and arm crackling with lightning.

"A lightning mage!" Klein's voice rang through the arena. "This won't be an easy fight for the Cromwells!"

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