My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2852 -951: Epilogue Unfinished (Part 2)

However, Adel did not wait for the call of the dream; the surroundings were quietly still with no extra movement. After a minute, a vampire assassin behind her softly said:

“How about I go scout? If I don’t return in three minutes, request support.”

“Alright.”

Adel nodded without hesitation, and the vampire behind her immediately moved forward to prepare to enter this lost area to explore. But just as he passed E Sister’s shoulder, the Melt Sword in Adel’s hand pierced through his heart without hesitation.

The sudden attack made the person in front of her stare in disbelief, his eyes accusing E Sister of wanton slaughter. However, after he fell to the ground, Adel turned around with a blank expression and looked at the people behind her, assuming a striking starting stance.

“Director! What are you doing? Director! Are you crazy?”

“The director has been controlled by the heretics, quickly restrain her!”

Chaotic voices sounded among the crowd, but in the next moment, more people drew knives and stabbed those shouting chaotically, and just within a few seconds, the space quieted down again.

“Why?”

The vampire pierced by Adel struggled on the ground and said:

“How did you see through it?”

“Using lives to scout is not our style, and the strict orders of the Shadow Intelligence Bureau are not something you can imagine.”

E Sister squatted and took out a bottle of alchemical potion used for coercion, ready to pour it down the throat of the impostor in front of her, whose expression changed from shock to a touch of admiration, then turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated.

The people killed behind them also dissipated in the same way, while the assassins following Adel fell to the ground one after another, and the next second they heard applause from the dark cave ahead, and in E Sister’s vigilant gaze, a tall man with a sword strolled out of it.

Wearing half a spider mask, his face was full of a smile of appreciation, rhythmically clapping with black leather gloves, seeming very pleased with Adel’s performance.

“Truly Truman’s daughter! You inherited your father’s astonishing danger intuition and did not disappoint the fighting genes he left you. Of course, I don’t evaluate the things your mother left behind… after all, I never liked that self-righteous fool.”

If it weren’t for Mona’s appearance, Truman wouldn’t have met such a tragic end.

Having yet to introduce myself, truly rude.”

He made a standard and elegant greeting of the Shadow Elves, declaring his identity to Adel:

“I am Sarifov, Sarifov Shadowblade, the current Warrior Chief of the Mejewa Clan. I was your father’s most loyal follower, and count among his most outstanding disciples, Adel, you may call me ‘uncle.’

“Perhaps calling you ‘enemy’ would be more appropriate?”

Adel replied in a cold voice.

Her fingers discreetly crushed a Crystal Stone behind her on the sword hilt, and though the man before her showed no hint, his posture made it clear that he was not an enemy Adel could handle.

“No need to expend effort; within this Hydra Shadow Barrier, you won’t send out any messages, girl.”

Sarifov seemed indifferent to Adel’s small movement, as if he truly had only come to reminisce, speaking in a nostalgic tone:

“This is still the technique your father taught me in those days.

You might know your father was the best King of Gladiators of the Eternal Abyss then, but Truman was far from simply a brute wielding blades — his talent in shadow spells even amazed the Matriarch of the Deborliya Clan, and this Hydra Shadow Barrier was his frequent method.

Trapping enemies in such a sensory-closed fictional maze, even without using weapons, he could use pressure tactics forcing them into mutual slaughter.

You should easily learn this, after all, he left the best things for you. Look at your eyes, identical to his, except for this touch of blood that taints those originally radiant pupils.

Your choice to become a vampire is truly an astonishing decision.”

“This may have nothing to do with you, sir.”

Adel took a deep breath, ready for battle.

But just as she stepped into the shadows, the Shadowblade standing there in a very relaxed pose suddenly drew his sword, slicing at Adel’s direction of assault with an anticipatory stance, precisely cutting the shadow like a line, ultimately suspending the blade between Adel’s eyes.

Touching the skin without causing any harm.

This stroke was an extreme exercise of control and perception that left Adel humiliated, realizing she was absolutely no match for the guy before her, and even mutual destruction was a luxury in front of someone like this.

“Sweaty now, aren’t you, girl.”

Sarifov laughed.

He retrieved the blade as if playing with a child, fondling the simple yet elegant weapon in his hand, indifferent to Adel’s actions, saying:

“Your father was this strong back then… Unfortunately, he died, for a worthless woman and a bunch of idiots who would only drag him down, even though he took down five Golden Ones before dying, in my eyes, he still died meaninglessly.”

Truman’s end taught me the most important lesson.

No man can afford a weakness, or even the greatest strength will turn into a laughingstock for others.