Chapter 371 Overestimating one’s own capabilities
But even so, the guard still did not let go. His face was covered with sweat of pain, but there was still an unyielding light in his eyes.
He used up his last bit of strength to tightly wrap around Basque Jot's legs, trying to buy even a moment of time for Princess Otohime.
When Princess Otohime saw this scene, she felt angry and painful.
Her eyes wandered between Basque Jot and the fallen guards, her heart full of conflict and struggle.
She understood that if no action was taken, more guards might be injured or even lose their lives while protecting her.
At this moment, there was a sudden faint fluctuation in the air, as if some powerful force was approaching.
Princess Otohime and Basque Joth noticed this almost at the same time, and their eyes instantly became sharp.
Basque Jot's movements paused slightly. His intuition told him that a more powerful being was approaching, and this being might change the current situation.
He subconsciously stopped and his eyes became alert.
Princess Otohime felt a little relieved, but she still did not dare to take it lightly.
She knew that this sudden force could be her reinforcements or another threat, but no matter what, she had to be prepared for whatever was to come.
Just as Basque Jot was about to move forward, a dark shadow quickly rushed out from behind Princess Otohime.
Jin'an's figure instantly appeared in front of Basque Jot, with an imposing pressure that could not be ignored.
His appearance seemed to cause an invisible vibration in the air; all sounds disappeared instantly, leaving only suffocating silence.
Basque Jot suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on Jin An's face, a hint of astonishment and hesitation flashed in his eyes.
"Who are you?!"
"What happens here has nothing to do with you, get out of here quickly!!!"
"Otherwise... don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless!!"
He could sense that the man in front of him was far more dangerous than he had imagined.
Princess Yiji was also aware of Jinan's arrival, and a strong sense of security surged in her heart.
Although she didn't know why Jin An suddenly appeared here, she knew that the situation had changed drastically.
The eyes of Basque Jot and Jin An collided in the air, as if two powerful forces were silently competing.
"Oh? You're still so arrogant even though you asked me to leave."
Jin An raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of mockery in his tone.
There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and he was obviously very interested in the "Holy Salvation Society" mentioned by Basque Choate.
All this made him more determined not to leave.
He is not the kind of person who would be scared off by a few threats, especially when the other party has not shown enough threat.
Seeing that Jin An had no intention of leaving, the impatience in Basque Jot's eyes gradually turned into violent rage.
He knew that since the other party was ignorant, he could only use his strength to make him understand the consequences of being his enemy.
Furthermore, as a cadre of the "Saint Salvation Society", he never believed that his strength would be inferior to the seemingly calm man in front of him.
"Drunken and violent!"
Basque Jot roared, and his whole body instantly burst out with a wild aura.
His body began to emit a strong smell of alcohol, as if the air was filled with a sense of drunkenness.
His momentum rose rapidly as the smell of alcohol spread. The wine gourd in his hand was raised high and then suddenly smashed down on Jinan.
At this moment, Basque Choate's actions were full of primitive violence and roughness.
Every swing of his was like a mountain collapsing, carrying the power to destroy everything.
This violent force made the surrounding air seem to be flooded with wine, as if the whole world had turned into a sea of wine.
However, Jin An did not show any panic.
Instead, there was a glint of surprise and interest in his eyes.
"Oh? You attack in this way? That's quite interesting."
His voice floated lightly in the air, and he did not take the other party's violent strength seriously.
He gently raised the goose-feather knife in his hand. The blade flashed coldly in the light, reflecting a cold edge.
The knife light flashed past Basque Chote's eyes like a silver lightning.
Jin An's action seemed light and casual, but the moment he swung the knife, an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly enveloped the entire venue.
"boom!!!"
The two attacks collided in the air, causing a deafening roar.
The violent power of the wine gourd collided with the sharp blade of the goose feather knife, causing countless sparks to fly, as if the entire space was shaking because of this powerful collision.
A ferocious smile appeared on Basque Chote's face, and he firmly believed that his power could defeat everything.
However, in the next moment, Basque Jot's smile froze on his face.
He felt an irresistible force coming from the blade. The force was deep and vast, like an endless abyss that was swallowing up all his strength.
His hands began to tremble due to the huge reaction force, and his whole body was shaken and he took a few steps back.
"How can it be!"
Basque Jot widened his eyes and looked at Jin An in disbelief.
You know, his "Drunken Fury" is a move he is proud of. With this move, he has been invincible in countless battles.
But at this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of frustration, which caused a trace of doubt in his heart.
Jin An stood there calmly, the Yanling Knife seemed to have no weight in his hand.
His expression remained calm, as if the collision just now was just a light blow.
He looked at Basque Chote coldly, with a hint of disdain and indifference in his eyes.
"Is that all you can do? It seems your 'Sacred Society for the Savior' is no more than this."
Jin'an's voice was light and cold, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting Basque Choate's heart.
There was a kind of condescending arrogance in his words, as if Basque Chote's existence was not worth mentioning to him at all.
These words completely infuriated Basque Chote, and an even more violent rage burned in his eyes.
"Stop looking down on others!!!"
He roared, and rushed towards Jin An again with the wine jug in hand, as if he wanted to use all his strength to prove his strength.
This time, however, his attack seemed even more futile and desperate.
Jin An just dodged the opponent's attack with a slight flash.
The goose-feather knife in his hand was like a swimming dragon, slashing across Basque Jot's side quickly and accurately.
Then, Basque Choate felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and saw a stream of blood gushing out of his chest.
He covered his wound in astonishment, realizing that he was completely at a disadvantage.
"Out of control."
Jin An said softly, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his tone.
He glanced over Basque Choate's face as though he were looking at a body that was doomed to failure.
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