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Chapter 405 Chapter 405 The Flawless Plan
The plan was flawless and he could practically taste the success of his mission. The element of surprise would ensure an unblemished escape.
"I have to make sure this is a direct and unsuspected strike, then a swift escape, and a seamless return to the refuge of Angel's room before she regained her consciousness. I have to make sure to leave no trace" Mike thought silently as he made his move, in this clandestine dance, Mike sought to leave no trace, like a phantom moving through the tapestry of intrigue, Angel's room, the sanctuary of conspiracies, awaited his triumphant return.
In the tense seconds preceding Mike's intended strike, an unforeseen twist unfolded. Mike noticed a movement from the shadow and paused "What is that" he thought, trying to get a second glance. From the depths of the shadows emerged another figure, a phantom materializing from the darkness with deadly intent. A trained assassin who had concealed themself until now launched a sneak attack aimed not at Mike but at the unsuspecting Nexus.
Mike was frozen in the liminal space between action and inaction, he watched as the unexpected intruder disrupted the carefully choreographed sequence of events. The air crackled with tension, and Mike's trained instincts recognized the emergence of an unpredictable variable in the grand tapestry of schemes.
As the rival assailant's assault unfolded, Mike's mind raced through a cascade of thoughts. "Who is this interloper, and what is his intention for striking against Nexus?" he hid himself deeply.
In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere crackled with tension as the unfolding tableau shifted from a calculated ambush to an unforeseen skirmish. Mike, hidden in the shadows, recalibrated his strategy on the fly. The uninvited assailant, cloaked in mystery, had disrupted the meticulously laid threads of Mike's plan, injecting a dose of chaos into the carefully choreographed move.
The shadows relinquished their hold on a figure, an assassin whose sudden appearance disrupted the serene ambiance of Nexus's conversation with Tiffany. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the deadly sneak attack unfolded.
Nexus felt threatened and immediately reacting with a survival instinct, Nexus swiftly raised his arm in an attempt to shield himself from the impending danger. However, the assassin's weapon was enhanced with an unknown force, it cleaved through the air and severed Nexus's left arm in a brutal display of precision and lethality. The shock of the attack rippled through the room, leaving both Mike and Nexus in stunned disbelief.
Nexus, grappling with the sudden and severe injury, felt a surge of vulnerability. It was the second time that his life hung in the balance, the gravity of the situation pressing upon him. In a reflexive response, a powerful Heavenly Flame erupted from Nexus, a Qi manifestation of survival instinct. The room bathed in its ethereal glow as Nexus and the assailant engaged in a swift and intense exchange.
The room erupted in a dazzling display of light and heat as Nexus and the assailant engaged in a rapid, almost dance-like exchange of blows. The shadows writhed in the flickering illumination. n.-o(-v-/e).L-.b--1(-n
The assailant shrouded in the cloak of darkness, pressed forward with calculated strikes, aiming to exploit the vulnerability created by the loss of Nexus's arm. Nexus, despite the searing pain and disorientation, fought back with determination, his remaining arm a beacon of defiance against the encroaching threat. Each clash between blade and flame painted a vivid portrait of the struggle for survival, the dance of combat echoing through the silent room.
As the Heavenly Flame licked at the assailant's form, revealing the severity of their injuries, a momentary pause settled over the battlefield. The room, once alive with the exchange of lethal energy, now held its breath, the combatants assessing each other in the aftermath of the intense confrontation.
Nexus, though wounded, stood as a testament to resilience in the face of the shadows' relentless advance. Silence descended upon the room, broken only by the crackling embers of the Heavenly Flame.
The assailant was revealed to be seriously injured by the scorching touch of the Heavenly Flame, recoiled, forced to retreat from the relentless onslaught.
The mysterious figure though wounded but not defeated, attacked as he was planning his retreat into the shadows "The information about him doesn't state he is this strong, I have to leave before others come" the assailant thought, leaving Nexus to grapple with the aftermath of the unexpected assault.
The sudden eruption of conflict disrupted the festive ambiance of the ballroom, leaving everyone in a state of shock and confusion. As the scuffle unfolded, the figure attacking Nexus recoiled, visibly wounded by the scorching power of the Heavenly Flame. The ballroom, a tableau of elegance just moments ago, transformed into a chaotic scene of discord.
In the midst of the turmoil, Reaves and the noblemen he was engaged in conversation with dropped their cocktail glasses, "Ugh" the sound came unexpected, their expressions changing from animated discussion to stark concern. Madeline and Rosa, previously immersed in laughter also turned to face the unfolding commotion with furrowed brows "What is going on there" Madeline thought.
Mary Kay who was standing alone, seemed to be contemplating the events with an air of intrigue. Her thoughts, known only to her. The sound of fighting echoed through the ballroom, reaching the ears of every attendee.
Tiffany, horrified by the sight of Nexus's severed arm, let out a piercing scream "Help! Somebody Help!", she screamed at the top of her voice, her cry for help cutting through the confusion. The ballroom's atmosphere shifted from celebration to panic as Tiffany's plea resonated with the onlookers. Reaves, upon hearing his daughter's distress, abandoned all pretense of composure, moved at his fastest speed and rushed towards the source of the disturbance.
Despite not being the closest to the room, Reaves arrived first, propelled by paternal concern and a sense of urgency. The other nobles, now fully aware of the gravity of the situation, followed suit, converging on the scene of the unexpected altercation.
Reaves, driven by paternal instinct and a surge of anger, swiftly breached the door to confront the masked assailant threatening Nexus and Tiffany.
Upon entering, Reaves' eyes narrowed at the sight of the assailant, his features hidden behind a menacing mask. He took in the disconcerting sight of Nexus, his severed arm, and the aftermath of the scuffle.
Annoyance etched across his face, "How dare you attack my daughter?"
With a swift and practiced motion, he summoned a radiant ball of light. The luminous sphere hurtled towards the assailant with an intensity that hinted at the raw power it possessed. Recognizing the imminent threat, the assailant, masked but not without fear, reacted instinctively.
In a desperate attempt at defense, the assailant conjured a blood-red barrier in a flash, a last-minute defense against Reaves' radiant onslaught, he knew he can't take the attack head on. "This is dangerous," he thought in fright. The collision of forces resulted in a powerful impact, pushing the assailant backward. The red wall strained against the formidable light, barely holding its ground as the assailant grappled with the force unleashed by Reaves.
The masked figure, realizing the precariousness of their situation, made a quick decision. Utilizing the momentum from the clash, the assailant executed a swift turn and fled the room.
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Chapter 405 Chapter 405 The Flawless Plan
The plan was flawless and he could practically taste the success of his mission. The element of surprise would ensure an unblemished escape.
"I have to make sure this is a direct and unsuspected strike, then a swift escape, and a seamless return to the refuge of Angel's room before she regained her consciousness. I have to make sure to leave no trace" Mike thought silently as he made his move, in this clandestine dance, Mike sought to leave no trace, like a phantom moving through the tapestry of intrigue, Angel's room, the sanctuary of conspiracies, awaited his triumphant return.
In the tense seconds preceding Mike's intended strike, an unforeseen twist unfolded. Mike noticed a movement from the shadow and paused "What is that" he thought, trying to get a second glance. From the depths of the shadows emerged another figure, a phantom materializing from the darkness with deadly intent. A trained assassin who had concealed themself until now launched a sneak attack aimed not at Mike but at the unsuspecting Nexus.
Mike was frozen in the liminal space between action and inaction, he watched as the unexpected intruder disrupted the carefully choreographed sequence of events. The air crackled with tension, and Mike's trained instincts recognized the emergence of an unpredictable variable in the grand tapestry of schemes.
As the rival assailant's assault unfolded, Mike's mind raced through a cascade of thoughts. "Who is this interloper, and what is his intention for striking against Nexus?" he hid himself deeply.
In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere crackled with tension as the unfolding tableau shifted from a calculated ambush to an unforeseen skirmish. Mike, hidden in the shadows, recalibrated his strategy on the fly. The uninvited assailant, cloaked in mystery, had disrupted the meticulously laid threads of Mike's plan, injecting a dose of chaos into the carefully choreographed move.
The shadows relinquished their hold on a figure, an assassin whose sudden appearance disrupted the serene ambiance of Nexus's conversation with Tiffany. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the deadly sneak attack unfolded.
Nexus felt threatened and immediately reacting with a survival instinct, Nexus swiftly raised his arm in an attempt to shield himself from the impending danger. However, the assassin's weapon was enhanced with an unknown force, it cleaved through the air and severed Nexus's left arm in a brutal display of precision and lethality. The shock of the attack rippled through the room, leaving both Mike and Nexus in stunned disbelief.
Nexus, grappling with the sudden and severe injury, felt a surge of vulnerability. It was the second time that his life hung in the balance, the gravity of the situation pressing upon him. In a reflexive response, a powerful Heavenly Flame erupted from Nexus, a Qi manifestation of survival instinct. The room bathed in its ethereal glow as Nexus and the assailant engaged in a swift and intense exchange.
The room erupted in a dazzling display of light and heat as Nexus and the assailant engaged in a rapid, almost dance-like exchange of blows. The shadows writhed in the flickering illumination. n.-o(-v-/e).L-.b--1(-n
The assailant shrouded in the cloak of darkness, pressed forward with calculated strikes, aiming to exploit the vulnerability created by the loss of Nexus's arm. Nexus, despite the searing pain and disorientation, fought back with determination, his remaining arm a beacon of defiance against the encroaching threat. Each clash between blade and flame painted a vivid portrait of the struggle for survival, the dance of combat echoing through the silent room.
As the Heavenly Flame licked at the assailant's form, revealing the severity of their injuries, a momentary pause settled over the battlefield. The room, once alive with the exchange of lethal energy, now held its breath, the combatants assessing each other in the aftermath of the intense confrontation.
Nexus, though wounded, stood as a testament to resilience in the face of the shadows' relentless advance. Silence descended upon the room, broken only by the crackling embers of the Heavenly Flame.
The assailant was revealed to be seriously injured by the scorching touch of the Heavenly Flame, recoiled, forced to retreat from the relentless onslaught.
The mysterious figure though wounded but not defeated, attacked as he was planning his retreat into the shadows "The information about him doesn't state he is this strong, I have to leave before others come" the assailant thought, leaving Nexus to grapple with the aftermath of the unexpected assault.
The sudden eruption of conflict disrupted the festive ambiance of the ballroom, leaving everyone in a state of shock and confusion. As the scuffle unfolded, the figure attacking Nexus recoiled, visibly wounded by the scorching power of the Heavenly Flame. The ballroom, a tableau of elegance just moments ago, transformed into a chaotic scene of discord.
In the midst of the turmoil, Reaves and the noblemen he was engaged in conversation with dropped their cocktail glasses, "Ugh" the sound came unexpected, their expressions changing from animated discussion to stark concern. Madeline and Rosa, previously immersed in laughter also turned to face the unfolding commotion with furrowed brows "What is going on there" Madeline thought.
Mary Kay who was standing alone, seemed to be contemplating the events with an air of intrigue. Her thoughts, known only to her. The sound of fighting echoed through the ballroom, reaching the ears of every attendee.
Tiffany, horrified by the sight of Nexus's severed arm, let out a piercing scream "Help! Somebody Help!", she screamed at the top of her voice, her cry for help cutting through the confusion. The ballroom's atmosphere shifted from celebration to panic as Tiffany's plea resonated with the onlookers. Reaves, upon hearing his daughter's distress, abandoned all pretense of composure, moved at his fastest speed and rushed towards the source of the disturbance.
Despite not being the closest to the room, Reaves arrived first, propelled by paternal concern and a sense of urgency. The other nobles, now fully aware of the gravity of the situation, followed suit, converging on the scene of the unexpected altercation.
Reaves, driven by paternal instinct and a surge of anger, swiftly breached the door to confront the masked assailant threatening Nexus and Tiffany.
Upon entering, Reaves' eyes narrowed at the sight of the assailant, his features hidden behind a menacing mask. He took in the disconcerting sight of Nexus, his severed arm, and the aftermath of the scuffle.
Annoyance etched across his face, "How dare you attack my daughter?"
With a swift and practiced motion, he summoned a radiant ball of light. The luminous sphere hurtled towards the assailant with an intensity that hinted at the raw power it possessed. Recognizing the imminent threat, the assailant, masked but not without fear, reacted instinctively.
In a desperate attempt at defense, the assailant conjured a blood-red barrier in a flash, a last-minute defense against Reaves' radiant onslaught, he knew he can't take the attack head on. "This is dangerous," he thought in fright. The collision of forces resulted in a powerful impact, pushing the assailant backward. The red wall strained against the formidable light, barely holding its ground as the assailant grappled with the force unleashed by Reaves.
The masked figure, realizing the precariousness of their situation, made a quick decision. Utilizing the momentum from the clash, the assailant executed a swift turn and fled the room.
Chapter 405 Chapter 405 The Flawless Plan The plan was flawless and he could practically taste the success of his mission. The element of surprise would ensure an unblemished escape. "I have to make sure this is a direct and unsuspected strike, then a swift escape, and a seamless return to the refuge of Angel's room before she regained her consciousness. I have to make sure to leave no trace" Mike thought silently as he made his move, in this clandestine dance, Mike sought to leave no trace, like a phantom moving through the tapestry of intrigue, Angel's room, the sanctuary of conspiracies, awaited his triumphant return. In the tense seconds preceding Mike's intended strike, an unforeseen twist unfolded. Mike noticed a movement from the shadow and paused "What is that" he thought, trying to get a second glance. From the depths of the shadows emerged another figure, a phantom materializing from the darkness with deadly intent. A trained assassin who had concealed themself until now launched a sneak attack aimed not at Mike but at the unsuspecting Nexus. Mike was frozen in the liminal space between action and inaction, he watched as the unexpected intruder disrupted the carefully choreographed sequence of events. The air crackled with tension, and Mike's trained instincts recognized the emergence of an unpredictable variable in the grand tapestry of schemes. As the rival assailant's assault unfolded, Mike's mind raced through a cascade of thoughts. "Who is this interloper, and what is his intention for striking against Nexus?" he hid himself deeply. In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere crackled with tension as the unfolding tableau shifted from a calculated ambush to an unforeseen skirmish. Mike, hidden in the shadows, recalibrated his strategy on the fly. The uninvited assailant, cloaked in mystery, had disrupted the meticulously laid threads of Mike's plan, injecting a dose of chaos into the carefully choreographed move. The shadows relinquished their hold on a figure, an assassin whose sudden appearance disrupted the serene ambiance of Nexus's conversation with Tiffany. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the deadly sneak attack unfolded. Nexus felt threatened and immediately reacting with a survival instinct, Nexus swiftly raised his arm in an attempt to shield himself from the impending danger. However, the assassin's weapon was enhanced with an unknown force, it cleaved through the air and severed Nexus's left arm in a brutal display of precision and lethality. The shock of the attack rippled through the room, leaving both Mike and Nexus in stunned disbelief. Nexus, grappling with the sudden and severe injury, felt a surge of vulnerability. It was the second time that his life hung in the balance, the gravity of the situation pressing upon him. In a reflexive response, a powerful Heavenly Flame erupted from Nexus, a Qi manifestation of survival instinct. The room bathed in its ethereal glow as Nexus and the assailant engaged in a swift and intense exchange. The room erupted in a dazzling display of light and heat as Nexus and the assailant engaged in a rapid, almost dance-like exchange of blows. The shadows writhed in the flickering illumination. n.-o-v-/e.L-.b--1-nThe assailant shrouded in the cloak of darkness, pressed forward with calculated strikes, aiming to exploit the vulnerability created by the loss of Nexus's arm. Nexus, despite the searing pain and disorientation, fought back with determination, his remaining arm a beacon of defiance against the encroaching threat. Each clash between blade and flame painted a vivid portrait of the struggle for survival, the dance of combat echoing through the silent room. As the Heavenly Flame licked at the assailant's form, revealing the severity of their injuries, a momentary pause settled over the battlefield. The room, once alive with the exchange of lethal energy, now held its breath, the combatants assessing each other in the aftermath of the intense confrontation. Nexus, though wounded, stood as a testament to resilience in the face of the shadows' relentless advance. Silence descended upon the room, broken only by the crackling embers of the Heavenly Flame. The assailant was revealed to be seriously injured by the scorching touch of the Heavenly Flame, recoiled, forced to retreat from the relentless onslaught. The mysterious figure though wounded but not defeated, attacked as he was planning his retreat into the shadows "The information about him doesn't state he is this strong, I have to leave before others come" the assailant thought, leaving Nexus to grapple with the aftermath of the unexpected assault. The sudden eruption of conflict disrupted the festive ambiance of the ballroom, leaving everyone in a state of shock and confusion. As the scuffle unfolded, the figure attacking Nexus recoiled, visibly wounded by the scorching power of the Heavenly Flame. The ballroom, a tableau of elegance just moments ago, transformed into a chaotic scene of discord. In the midst of the turmoil, Reaves and the noblemen he was engaged in conversation with dropped their cocktail glasses, "Ugh" the sound came unexpected, their expressions changing from animated discussion to stark concern. Madeline and Rosa, previously immersed in laughter also turned to face the unfolding commotion with furrowed brows "What is going on there" Madeline thought. Mary Kay who was standing alone, seemed to be contemplating the events with an air of intrigue. Her thoughts, known only to her. The sound of fighting echoed through the ballroom, reaching the ears of every attendee. Tiffany, horrified by the sight of Nexus's severed arm, let out a piercing scream "Help! Somebody Help!", she screamed at the top of her voice, her cry for help cutting through the confusion. The ballroom's atmosphere shifted from celebration to panic as Tiffany's plea resonated with the onlookers. Reaves, upon hearing his daughter's distress, abandoned all pretense of composure, moved at his fastest speed and rushed towards the source of the disturbance. Despite not being the closest to the room, Reaves arrived first, propelled by paternal concern and a sense of urgency. The other nobles, now fully aware of the gravity of the situation, followed suit, converging on the scene of the unexpected altercation. Reaves, driven by paternal instinct and a surge of anger, swiftly breached the door to confront the masked assailant threatening Nexus and Tiffany. Upon entering, Reaves' eyes narrowed at the sight of the assailant, his features hidden behind a menacing mask. He took in the disconcerting sight of Nexus, his severed arm, and the aftermath of the scuffle. Annoyance etched across his face, "How dare you attack my daughter?" With a swift and practiced motion, he summoned a radiant ball of light. The luminous sphere hurtled towards the assailant with an intensity that hinted at the raw power it possessed. Recognizing the imminent threat, the assailant, masked but not without fear, reacted instinctively. In a desperate attempt at defense, the assailant conjured a blood-red barrier in a flash, a last-minute defense against Reaves' radiant onslaught, he knew he can't take the attack head on. "This is dangerous," he thought in fright. The collision of forces resulted in a powerful impact, pushing the assailant backward. The red wall strained against the formidable light, barely holding its ground as the assailant grappled with the force unleashed by Reaves. The masked figure, realizing the precariousness of their situation, made a quick decision. Utilizing the momentum from the clash, the assailant executed a swift turn and fled the room.
