They all call me Great Master-Chapter 469 - 466: Take the Blame!

In the gentle and piercing brilliance, the middle-aged gentleman stepped aside with a smile.

With one step, his figure was heavy.

"Slash of Vanquishing Evil, nothing is invincible!

But...

you must be able to reach it!"

The middle-aged gentleman said this.

No!

More precisely, 22 figures spoke in unison.

They surrounded 'Bandage Swordsman', their faces warm and polite, their words gentle and humble, but the overlapping dialogue brought a suffocating, dizzying strangeness.

More importantly, this strangeness was layered one upon another.

'Bandage Swordsman' could even sense his soul's faltering.

But the next moment, 'Bandage Swordsman's soul stabilized once again.

After all, it wasn't really alive.

Its soul...

wasn't real, either!

As for finding which one of them is real?

Of course, it couldn't be found either.

But someone...

No!

A dog could find it!

After slightly borrowing the view of Kuliqi, 'Bandage Swordsman' slashed out with his sword—

Buzz!

The white light of the Slash of Vanquishing Evil dispersed one side of the Shadows, revealing the middle-aged gentleman's surprised and unexpected expression.

"How is this possible?!"

The middle-aged gentleman exclaimed, his cane held in front of him, blocking the Slash of Vanquishing Evil.

Without any impediment, the metal cane was split in two.

The subsequent force field shield that appeared was also directly split open.

But, using this buffer, the middle-aged gentleman managed to find a gap to dodge.

His figure darted, and the middle-aged gentleman dodged the deadly strike.

However, from the forehead down, a thin scar spread directly downward, his nose battered, his lips split, his jaw seemed to have an extra notch, his upper clothing and lower pants hanging on his body, with fresh blood flowing from the wounds on his body.

"Ah ah ah, my face!"

The middle-aged gentleman threw away the broken cane in his hand and covered his face, crying out in pain.

'Bandage Swordsman' slashed down with another sword.

The middle-aged gentleman retreated again, and as he did, his right hand raised—

Bang, bang, bang!

The bone at the first joint of his fingers shot out directly.

The middle-aged gentleman tried to repel 'Bandage Swordsman', but under those bandages, the single eye of 'Bandage Swordsman' flashed with endless ferocity.

This 'Bandage Swordsman' did not dodge or flinch but went straight in with a sword strike.

Three Bone Spurs caused great holes in 'Bandage Swordsman'.

Similarly, the head of the middle-aged gentleman was chopped off.

Pff!

Blood burst forth.

After sheathing his Longsword, 'Bandage Swordsman' picked up the corpse and swiftly chased into a nearby alley.

This body was hardly usable anymore.

He needed to switch to a new one.

Fortunately, the bandages were not damaged.

After all, for 'Bandage Swordsman', the body was just a vessel, and the bandages were the true essence.

...

Eli, carrying Walsh and dragging Doctor Lindster, was running frantically.

Just as they surged onto Cicico Ruins Road, the Shire District in sight, a figure appeared ahead.

Within the formless aura, the Death Qi surged toward them like a tide.

"Not bad! Not bad."

The figure praised as he continued moving.

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The next moment, Eli and the two others clearly saw the person in front of them.

They were initially stunned—

A black cane painted with lacquer, a tall top hat, a clean-shaven middle-aged man's face wearing a gentle smile.

They had just seen him in Var Alley.

Wasn't he blocked by 'Bandage Swordsman'?

How could he appear here?

Then...

What happened to 'Bandage Swordsman'?

Eli was full of worry in his heart, while Walsh gnashed his teeth with renewed hatred in his eyes.

Doctor Lindster, however, had a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth.

Because once again, he couldn't move.

In fact, it wasn't just Doctor Lindster.

Eli and Walsh, under the surging Death Qi, were also suppressed, unable to move an inch.

Gnashing his teeth, Eli slowly lifted his arm, preparing to reach into his bosom.

There, he had a scroll that served as his last resort.

Although he didn't know whether it would be useful or not.

But at this time, he had to try.

The middle-aged gentleman clearly saw Eli's struggle and immediately laughed.

"It's useless," he said.

"I have seen through all your arrangements," he continued.

"I know every fallback you have," he added.

"You have no chance of turning the tables," he concluded.

"After all, this time there will be no one showing up to disrupt my plans."

The middle-aged gentleman spoke with full confidence.

Then, the wind began to blow.

It rose from the ground and whirled upward.

In an instant, it enveloped the middle-aged gentleman within it.

Next, the wind turned into blades!

Like sharp blades of wind, they swirled around the middle-aged gentleman's body, causing the surging Death Qi to dissipate completely, leaving only a series of wails.

"Aaaaah!"

The screams were incessant.

The bystanders, Eli, Walsh, and Lindster, all had their pupils shrink.

Death by a thousand cuts!

Literally, death by a thousand cuts!

The three watched as the invisible wind turned pink, then red.

And as flesh and bones joined in, the whirlwind turned a deep crimson.

"Heh, I don't allow such presumptuous folks to exist in South Los," came a light chuckle.

With that, 'Horton' emerged with the wind in front of the crimson whirlwind. His eyes, cold, stared at the middle-aged gentleman being shredded in the whirlwind.

"I'm here to disrupt your plans," he said.

"What are you going to do about it?" Horton challenged.

The middle-aged gentleman, seeing 'Horton' appear, was clearly startled.

First, confusion, then shock filled his eyes.

"'Horton,' you're not dead?!" the middle-aged gentleman exclaimed.

"Of course I'm not dead. If I were dead, wouldn't that mean letting you succeed—you ambushed me at the critical moment of completing the ritual!

But you probably didn't expect that I still had contingencies in place, did you?

Of course, you also didn't expect that guy to pay me to serve as a 'decoy'!

I lived!

I completed the unexpected ritual!

And now?

I think I should start by claiming some interest from you!" Horton said as he raised his right hand and clenched his fist suddenly.

"Wait, I…"

The middle-aged gentleman internally shouted in dismay when he heard Horton's words.

It was clear; he had been set up.

Immediately, the middle-aged gentleman tried to explain, but Horton gave no chance for explanations. With a tightening of his fist,

the whirlwind compressed, like a watermelon in a blender.

In a breath, the middle-aged gentleman was obliterated.

After doing all this, Horton didn't even glance at Eli, Walsh, and Doctor Lindster; he transformed into a gust of wind and disappeared from the spot.

In contrast to the three, Horton had more important things to attend to.

Having finally connected with 'Bloody John,' how could Horton possibly let it go?

Meanwhile, Eli, Walsh, and Lindster looked at each other and once again sighed in relief at their narrow escape.

Continuing, they headed toward No. 2 Cork Street.

This time, their journey was remarkably smooth.

Upon stepping into Cork Street, the three of them took a deep breath of relief, but very quickly, their expressions changed.

Something was off!