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A golden afterimage flashed before her eyes, and Su Qing's body reacted before her mind.

He dodged to the side, and Griffin's sword grazed his clothes, creating a sharp whistling sound.

So fast!

Griffin's speed far exceeded Su Qing's expectations.

That layer of fighting spirit not only provides defense but also enhances physical attributes; this is the strength of a hellish dungeon boss.

The second sword followed immediately, a downward slash.

Wang Yao moved his iron shield sideways and took the sword strike head-on.

With a loud clang of metal colliding, a crack appeared on the surface of the Class C iron shield, but it did not break.

This sword strike gave Su Qing a sense of the situation. Griffin's power exceeded the limit that Wang Yao could withstand head-on, but the color of his battle aura was indeed a shade darker than before.

The fighting spirit they mentioned is not limitless!

"Su Zai, this old guy is too strong!" Wang Yao shouted, regaining his footing and pushing his shield forward, forcing Griffin to take a step back.

Su Qing raised his hand and fired a shot.

The lead bullet struck the protective aura again, and this time the pale golden light membrane showed visible ripples, like a pebble thrown into water.

The bullet bounced off, but Griffin's movements clearly faltered for a moment.

Su Qing was confident that he could break through his defenses within three shots.

But Griffin won't give him time to reload.

The golden figure sprang up again, this time targeting Wang Yao, not Su Qing.

[Skill Provocation Activated!]

The longsword slashed three times in quick succession, each strike hitting the same spot on the iron shield with pinpoint accuracy. The crack widened rapidly, and the iron shield groaned under the strain.

With the final strike, the iron shield snapped in two.

Wang Yao's arm went numb from the shock, and half of the iron shield flew out of his hand.

But instead of retreating, he used the broken half of the shield to smash it towards Griffin's face.

"Go to hell, old Bitden!"

Griffin easily dodged with a tilt of his head; after all, Wang Yao wasn't an offensive class and wouldn't cause him much trouble.

Just then, Arya charged out, sword in hand.

Her longsword did not strike Griffin's vitals, but instead precisely slashed at the wrist of his sword-wielding hand.

Griffin sheathed his sword to parry, and the swords of the father and daughter clashed, sparks flying.

"You still dare to take the Griffin family's sword?" Griffin's voice was devoid of emotion.

Arya gritted her teeth and pressed down on the sword with all her might. "This sword was passed down to me by my grandfather."

"Grandpa said that swords are for protecting the weak."

"It is not meant to enslave the weak."

Griffin's eyelid twitched.

He pushed Arya away with force, his longsword sweeping across. Arya ducked to dodge, then swung her sword backhand at Griffin's armpit, where the plate armor was seamd.

Griffin twisted his waist suddenly, his fighting spirit flowing across his body. Arya's sword tip grazed the gap in his armor, penetrating less than an inch before being deflected.

But it was this tiny inch that caused a brief disruption in Griffin's energy circulation.

Only members of the Griffin family know the weakness of the Griffin family's inherited fighting spirit.

Su Qing captured this moment.

Su Qing didn't rush to fire the third shot, but instead gave Selena a wink.

Selena understood, took out a small dark red bottle from her purse, unscrewed the cap, and splashed it at Griffin's feet.

The liquid evaporated rapidly upon landing, producing a cloud of pungent red smoke.

Griffin instinctively held his breath, but the smoke blurred his vision.

Arya had been waiting for this moment.

Her sword emerged from the smoke, this time not a probe, but a strike delivered with all her might. The blade pierced precisely into the seam of Griffin's right shoulder armor, going right through.

Griffin groaned, his fighting spirit fluctuated violently, and most of the golden light membrane on his body shattered.

He grabbed the sword that was embedded in his shoulder with his backhand and twisted it violently.

"Click."

Arya's longsword broke.

At the break, the clan emblem was split in two.

Griffin pulled the broken sword from his shoulder, blood flowing down his nails. He stared at the broken blade in his hand, still bearing the clan crest, and remained silent for a moment.

"Just like your mother." His voice suddenly changed.

It was no longer the majesty of the city lord, nor the indifference of the ruler.

He was just a very tired middle-aged man who said something very weary.

"She did the same thing back then, holding a sword, standing in front of those things, and telling me that we should coexist peacefully."

Arya's body stiffened.

Why?

"Why can't you understand that those things aren't human anymore?!"

"Why are you forcing me to kill you all?!"

Griffin raised his longsword, his fighting spirit gathering one last time in the remaining golden light, pouring all his power into this strike.

This sword was aimed at his own daughter, just as it had once been aimed at his lover.

This is the moment Su Qing has been waiting for.

He raised his musket, aimed at Griffin's back, and fired the bullet.

[Explosive projectiles triggered!]

The bullet pierced Griffin's back and then exploded, tearing his heart to pieces.

He kept his sword raised high, opened his mouth, and blood spilled out.

The longsword, a symbol of family honor, slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground.

He slowly turned around and looked at Su Qing.

There was no hatred or resentment in those dim eyes.

It's something much more complex, called liberation.

Griffin fell; the sound of his plate armor hitting the ground wasn't loud, but it silenced the entire battlefield.

Blood continued to spill from his mouth as he took one last look at his eldest daughter.

"Live on..."

This was not his dying wish as Lord Griffin.

Rather, these were his final words as a father.

Words uncorrupted by power and fear.

The more than two hundred soldiers looked at the city lord lying on the ground, and their weapons suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

No one rushed forward to avenge their lord. The moment Griffin fell, the army's morale collapsed.

Wang Yao stood behind Su Qing, holding half of an iron shield, and warily scanned the surroundings, but no soldier took another step forward.

The sounds of weapons hitting the ground began to rise in twos and threes; first, one person threw a spear, then a second, a third...

Su Qing put away the musket and turned to look at Arya.

She knelt on the ground, clutching the hilt of the broken sword, her shoulders heaving slightly.

She didn't cry out loud, but just knelt there silently.

Su Qing didn't go over, nor did she offer any comfort. Some things are beyond the control of outsiders.

He simply said, "His last words were sincere."

The tent flap was lifted, and the goblin cubs cautiously peeked out.

The little goblin holding a paper windmill timidly stepped out. The paper windmill in his hand was missing a corner, but it was still spinning in the wind.

It looked at the fallen soldiers around it, then at Arya kneeling on the ground, walked over, and tugged at the hem of her clothes with its tiny hand.

[Hell difficulty dungeon cleared]

[Settling the review...]

[Calculating bonus rewards...]