#371 - Chapter 371 Overestimating One's Capabilities

But even so, the guard still didn't let go. His face was covered in painful sweat, but his eyes still shone with unyielding light.

He used his last bit of strength to cling tightly to Basque Jot's leg, buying Princess Otohime even a moment's time.

Princess Otohime felt both anger and pain in her heart as she watched the scene before her.

Her gaze wandered between Basque Jot and the fallen guards, her heart filled with conflict and struggle.

She understood that if she didn't take action, more guards might be injured or even lose their lives protecting her.

Just then, a faint ripple came from the air, as if some powerful force was approaching.

Princess Otohime and Basque Jot noticed this almost simultaneously, and their gazes instantly sharpened.

Basque Jot's movements faltered slightly. His intuition told him that an even more powerful being was approaching, and this being might change the current situation.

He subconsciously stopped and his gaze became wary.

Princess Otohime felt a slight relief, but she still didn't dare to be careless.

She knew that this sudden power could be her reinforcements, or it could be another threat, but in any case, she had to be prepared for whatever came next.

Just as Basque Jot was about to continue forward, a black shadow swept out quickly from behind Princess Otohime.

Jin An's figure instantly appeared in front of Basque Jot, carrying an undeniable pressure.

His appearance seemed to cause an invisible tremor in the air. All sound vanished instantly, leaving only a suffocating silence.

Basque Jot abruptly stopped. His gaze locked onto Jin An's face, a hint of shock and hesitation flashing in his eyes.

"Who are you?!"

"This matter has nothing to do with you. Get out of here now!!!"

"Otherwise... don't blame me for being ruthless!!"

He could feel that the person in front of him was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

Princess Otohime also realized Jin An's arrival, and a strong sense of reassurance surged in her heart.

Although she didn't know why Jin An had suddenly appeared here, she knew that the situation had changed dramatically.

Basque Jot and Jin An's gazes collided in the air, like two powerful forces silently competing.

"Oh? So you want me to leave, but you're being so aggressive."

Jin An raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone laced with mockery.

His eyes revealed a hint of curiosity, clearly showing that he had developed a strong interest in the "Salvation Society" that Basque Jot mentioned.

All of this made him even more determined not to leave.

He wasn't the kind of person who would be scared off by a few threats, especially when the other party hadn't demonstrated enough threatening power.

Seeing that Jin An had no intention of leaving, the impatience in Basque Jot's eyes gradually turned into violent anger.

He knew that since the other party didn't know what was good for him, he could only use his strength to make him understand the consequences of being his enemy.

Moreover, as a cadre of the "Salvation Society," he never believed that his strength would lose to this seemingly calm man in front of him.

"Drunken Rampage!"

Basque Jot roared, and his entire person instantly erupted with a wild aura.

His body began to emit a strong smell of alcohol, as if the air was filled with a drunken haze.

His momentum rapidly increased with the spread of the alcohol fumes. The wine gourd in his hand was raised high, and then slammed down towards Jin An.

In that instant, Basque Jot's movements were full of primal violence and roughness.

Each of his swings was like a mountain collapsing, carrying the power to destroy everything.

This violent power caused the surrounding air to become as if it were submerged in wine, as if the entire world had turned into an ocean of wine.

However, Jin An did not show the slightest panic.

On the contrary, a hint of surprise and interest flashed in his eyes.

"Oh? Attacking in this way, quite interesting."

His voice floated lightly in the air, not taking the other party's violent power seriously.

He gently raised the Wild Goose Wing Blade in his hand, the blade flashing coldly in the light, reflecting a touch of cold sharpness.

The blade light was like a silver lightning bolt, flashing past Basque Jot's eyes.

Jin An's movements seemed light and casual, but at the moment he swung the blade, an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly enveloped the entire area.

"Boom!!!"

The two men's attacks collided in the air, erupting in a deafening roar.

The wine gourd's violent power intertwined with the Wild Goose Wing Blade's sharp edge, stirring up countless sparks that shot in all directions, as if the entire space was shaking due to this powerful collision.

A ferocious smile appeared on Basque Jot's face. He firmly believed that his power could crush everything.

However, in the next instant, Basque Jot's smile froze on his face.

He felt an irresistible force coming from the blade. That force was deep and vast, like an endless abyss, devouring all of his power.

His hands began to tremble from the enormous reaction force, and his entire person was shaken back several steps.

"How is this possible!"

Basque Jot widened his eyes, looking at Jin An in disbelief.

He knew that his "Drunken Rampage" was a move he was proud of. With this move, he had been invincible in countless battles.

But at this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of frustration, which caused a hint of doubt to surge in the depths of his heart.

Jin An stood calmly in place, the Wild Goose Wing Blade seeming weightless in his hand.

His expression remained calm, as if the previous collision was just a casual blow.

He glanced coldly at Basque Jot, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain and indifference.

"Is that all you've got? It seems your 'Salvation Society' is nothing more than this."

Jin An's voice was light and cold, but it struck Basque Jot's heart like a heavy hammer.

His words carried a kind of aloof arrogance, as if Basque Jot's existence was not worth mentioning to him at all.

These words completely enraged Basque Jot, and an even more violent anger ignited in his eyes.

"Don't look down on me!!!"

He roared, and charged towards Jin An again with the wine gourd, as if he wanted to use all his strength to prove his power.

However, this time, his attack seemed even more futile and desperate.

Jin An simply dodged lightly, avoiding the opponent's attack.

The Wild Goose Wing Blade in his hand was like a swimming dragon, quickly and accurately slicing past Basque Jot's side.

Then, Basque Jot only felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and saw a stream of blood gushing from his chest.

He covered the wound in shock, realizing that he had completely fallen into a disadvantageous position.

"Overestimating yourself."

Jin An said softly, his tone carrying a hint of cold killing intent.

His gaze swept across Basque Jot's face, as if looking at a corpse that was already destined to fail.