THE UNCLAIMED

10 - CULTIVATED POWER OF BEGGAR

The young girl peered around into the surroundings but did not see any signs of her second uncle.

The young man raised a hand to wipe off a tinge of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes staring maliciously into a specific spot. He did not speak but instead returned the mystical bow to her and suddenly started walking off to his left.

They continued to stare at one another after he turned away. The guards and the young girl hastened to follow behind him. The dangerous aura was spilling under the dense canopies, and as the chilly aura widened, the air itself became colder. This middle-aged man was staring intently at Jocefie Abad, who was now a little beggar, and he whispered in a chillingly low voice,

"You are not a match for me. There is no need for you to put up a useless struggle."

"Really? Jocefie's shaking smile appeared, and from her entire being, a murderous aura surged out thickly! The middle-aged man snorted heavily, as if mocking her for her strong confidence. He summoned his mystical powers and imbued them into the sword in his hand, its honed tip suddenly surging forward the very next moment.

The dagger clashed against the sword, and a loud clang rang out, sending sparks flying. At almost the same moment, the two weapons in their hands had been flipped, and they were already executing another strike immediately. After several passes, the sword struck mercilessly as it thrust straight towards Jocefie.

The blade of the sword sharpened even more due to the power it contained; its true aura came out, not allowing him to dodge!

However, at a short distance, there was a big tree. Leonardo Boras saw the scene clearly, and his straight brows cringed together.

The very next moment, his gaze changed when he saw the little beggar's subsequent actions, not really expecting it.

That sword thrust seemed impossible for her to avoid. But against all expectations, at the very moment when the point of the sword was about to pierce into her chest, her body fell backwards in a flash, and with the force from the backward flip, her hip gave a strong twist, and she went into a spin, not only having avoided that lethal thrust of the sword, but the dagger gripped in her hand was also suddenly moving at a blinding speed towards the middle-aged man.

The moment he found that Jocefie had avoided his sword thrust with her strong hips, the middle-aged man was shocked, and the murderous aura was already pressing in close before his eyes! He could not embark on another strike in that situation except to speedily retreat, but he was still a tad too slow.

"Shaaazzk!" He winced in pain, drawing in a cold gasp of air, his vicious gaze staring chillingly at the figure before him. Although he had barely managed to dodge the fatal strike, he had suffered a deep gash on his arm from the dagger that had bitten all the way to the bone. Ghastly red blood was gushing out, quickly soaking into his sleeve. The pain from the wound made his arm hang limply at his side, trembling violently.

"Second Uncle!" The young girl screamed out, quickly running over.

"Kill him!" The middle-aged man spat out through gritted teeth. The guards responded immediately but were stopped by the young man's upraised hand.

"I will deal with this little beggar myself!" The young man's body was giving out a cruel and malicious air as the bloodthirsty scent hung thickly on him, the eyes fixed upon Jocefie exactly like a venomous viper snake.

As she watched the middle-aged man being helped to the side by the young girl, Jocefie's eyes shifted to gaze at the young man, whose being was giving out strong waves of malicious vibes. Her chin was lifted as she said, her voice laced with contempt: "You are not a match for me."