Free Web NovelChapter 329: Only one group.
Noah.
I kept fighting, refusing to back down despite the overwhelming odds against me.
The assassins attacked relentlessly from every direction, their movements swift and merciless. Blades flashed through the air, cutting into my skin whenever I failed to dodge in time. Pain burned through my body with every new wound. Blood dripped steadily from my arms, shoulders, and sides, staining my clothes and the ground beneath my feet.
My breathing grew heavier.
My vision blurred for a moment before I forced myself to focus again.
But no matter how exhausted I felt, no matter how much blood I lost, I refused to give up.
I couldn’t.
Not when I still have a wife to rescue.
"Just surrender already, so we can give you a peaceful death," one of the assassins sneered.
A cruel smile spread across his face as he raised his sword high into the air. The sharp blade gleamed under the light as he aimed directly for my arm.
The others immediately closed in around me and there was nowhere left to run, no opening to escape through.
For a brief moment, all I could see were weapons pointed in my direction.
Then one of them suddenly kicked my legs out from under me.
The force sent me crashing to the ground and pain exploded through my body as I landed hard.
A gasp escaped my lips.
Before I could recover, several swords rose above me.
My heart nearly stopped.
The assassins stared down at me like predators preparing to finish off wounded prey.
This was it.
I knew it.
The blades came down and just when I thought death had finally arrived...something shot through the air.
A stone.
It moved so fast that I barely saw it.
The stone struck the assassin holding the nearest sword directly in the head.
Crack!
The sound echoed across the area, and the assassin’s eyes widened in shock.
For a split second, he remained standing.
Then his body collapsed heavily onto the ground.
Dead.
I froze.
My heart pounded violently against my chest.
I had been a breath away from death.
A single second later and those swords would have pierced my body.
The remaining assassins were just as stunned. They immediately turned toward the direction from which the stone had come.
But the moment they did, more stones flew through the air.
One.
Two.
Three.
Several of them.
They came from four different directions at once.
The assassins barely had time to react.
Crack!
Thud!
Crunch!
The sickening sounds echoed one after another, each stone struck with terrifying precision.
One assassin fell backward.
Another dropped to his knees before collapsing face-first into the dirt.
A third crumpled instantly without even managing to scream.
The attacks were so fast and deadly that it looked as though each stone carried the power of a weapon far deadlier than it should have been.
Bodies continued hitting the ground.
The surviving assassins looked around in panic, unable to determine where the attacks were coming from.
Meanwhile, I remained on the ground, staring at the scene in disbelief.
There was only one group capable of doing something like this.
Only four people whose ridiculous accuracy and timing could turn ordinary stones into instruments of death.
The quadruplets.
A mixture of relief and disbelief washed over me.
Of course it was them.
Who else could it possibly be?
Just then, a familiar voice broke through the chaos.
"We must really owe you in our past life to constantly come to your rescue." Davian’s voice carried a hint of amusement.
I looked up and saw him sitting confidently atop his horse.
The animal let out a loud neigh, almost as if it were agreeing with his words.
Even in the middle of a battlefield covered in blood and corpses, Davian somehow managed to sound completely annoyed by the inconvenience of saving my life yet again.
The remaining assassins stared at the quadruplets in shock.
For a brief moment, nobody moved, and then their leader growled.
"Kill them!"
The command shattered the silence and the assassins charged.
Dozens of them rushed forward at once, their weapons gleaming as murderous intent filled the air.
I immediately tried to get back to my feet despite my injuries but before I could join the fight, Davian glanced at me.
"Stay down, Noah."
His tone was calm. Far too calm for someone facing an army of assassins.
The next second, chaos erupted.
An assassin swung his blade toward Davian’s neck, but Davian tilted his head slightly.
The sword missed him by mere inches.
Before the assassin could react, Davian grabbed his wrist and twisted.
A sickening crack echoed.
The assassin screamed.
Davian’s fist slammed into his chest, sending him flying backward into three others.
At the same time, Aidan stepped forward, and immediately three assassins attacked him together—One aimed high, one aimed low and the third came from behind.
It should have been impossible to dodge.
Yet Aidan moved like flowing water, as he sidestepped the first strike and avoided the second, then spun around and drove his elbow into the third assassin’s jaw.
The man’s body spun through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.
The other two barely had time to recover before Adian struck them both with brutal precision.
One blow.
One victim.
Every single time.
Meanwhile, Adrein looked almost bored.
An assassin lunged toward him with a spear, but Adrein caught the weapon and snapped the wooden shaft in half.
Then used both broken pieces to strike two different opponents.
The assassins dropped instantly.
Another rushed him from the side, and instantly Adrein kicked him squarely in the stomach.
The force launched the man several feet away.
I actually heard bones breaking.
And then there was Damien, and honestly, I almost felt sorry for the assassins facing him.
Almost.
Five of them surrounded him at once.
The assassins clearly believed numbers would give them an advantage but they were terribly wrong.
Damien moved through them like a storm, his fists blurred.
A punch.
A kick.
Another punch.
Bodies fell one after another, and none of them even managed to land a single hit.
Within moments, the ground was littered with groaning assassins. The survivors hesitated, as fear flashed across their faces.
For the first time since this battle began, they looked uncertain.
The quadruplets stood together.
Not a single scratch marked any of them, except for Damien, who had a small scratch on his cheek, it wasn’t that noticeable.
Davian brushed invisible dust from his sleeve.
"Seriously?" he said. "This is the best they could send?"
The surviving assassins growled and charged again.
A terrible mistake.
The brothers met them head-on and the battle ended almost as quickly as it began. The assassins attacked, while the quadruplets countered.
And one after another, their enemies fell.
Soon the sounds of battle faded and the clearing became silent.
Bodies covered the ground.
But surprisingly, the quadruplets intentionally left a survivor.
Damien looked around at the battlefield before letting out a disappointed sigh, then staring back at the survivor.
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"You say that every time," Aidan replied.
"Because every time I’m disappointed."
Adrein rolled his eyes.
Davian simply shook his head.
I finally managed to stand completely.
Looking at the four brothers, I couldn’t help feeling relieved.
The assassins had been overwhelming me moments ago.
Yet the quadruplets had defeated all of them without suffering so much as a scratch.
The survivor assassin didn’t need to be told, as he ran for his life.
But Damien echoed loudly. "Ensure you let your recruiter know the outcome!"
