?Chapter 592:
Since Bu had neglected sorting out White Mallow, his gaze lingered on her, momentarily forgetting the intense sh between rissa and ck Mallow.
Determining the winner in the skirmish between White Mallow and Aelfric proved challenging. In terms of strength, they matched each other well. They battled for a long while with no clear oue, making it difficult to predict who would triumph or suffer a crushing defeat.
As the minutes ticked by, Aelfric’s frustration grew palpably. Serving as the deputy chief instructor at the Doomsday Base, he was expected to surpass all but King and ck Mallow in prowess. Yet, he found himself unable to best White Mallow even after a lengthy fight.
This perceived challenge to his authority frustrated him deeply. His ambitions weren’t just to defeat White Mallow; he aimed to annihte her on the spot. Both she and ck Mallow had to be eradicated.
Moreover, any other members from the Doomsday Base who had apanied them were also marked for death that day. Only by eliminating these threats could he prevent any news of his betrayal from reaching King and secure his position, paving the way to eventually seed him.
In his desperation to overpower White Mallow, Aelfric resorted to increasingly brutal tactics, elerating his attack pace dramatically. He seemed almost eager to consume White Mallow whole. Aelfric’s lethal intent was clear to all observers.
Marc and Terry, preupied with a cadre of bodyguards, could only watch the duel between White Mallow and Aelfric from afar, unable to intervene.
Xander, previously unengaged, could no longer remain passive. As Aelfric unleashed another vicious assault, he stepped forward to assist but was abruptly restrained by Bu, grabbing his cor.
Breaking his pretense, Xander turned to face Bu. His voice tinged with urgency, he pleaded, “Bu, release me. I must aid White Mallow. I can’t just stand by and watch her be pummeled by Aelfric!”
Bu’s face reverted to its usual stoic mask, disying no emotion. Hisposure starkly contrasted Xander’s distress. In an even tone, Bu reassured Xander, “I don’t believe White Mallow is at a disadvantage.”
Xander instinctively nced again at the ongoing fight between White Mallow and Aelfric before turning his eyes back to Bu. His voice rose with concern.
“True, she isn’t losing now, but if she does, it’ll be toote. You’ve seen the ferocity of Aelfric’s attacks. If one of those strikesnds, White Mallow could end up dead or crippled!”
“We’ll keep watching a bit longer,” replied Bu, his voice devoid of emotion.
“I can’t just stand here watching!” Xander eximed.
After a brief pause, a realization seemed to strike him, and he said to Bu with usation in his voice, “I see. You just want White Mallow to be killed by Aelfric, and then you’ll team up with Aelfric to support rissa!”
Bu’s brow furrowed slightly, but he chose to ignore Xander’s outburst. He had his reasons for not intervening, which he chose not to share with Xander. He didn’t let Xander intervene because he wanted to observe the fight a bit longer.
During the intensebat, he had noticed more traces of Silver Fox in White Mallow. He suspected that Silver Fox and White Mallow could be the same person, and this possibility excited him internally.
He needed more time to confirm whether White Mallow was the person he had been looking for, for so many years.
Xander, unable to decipher Bu’s intentions, tugged at his own cor in frustration, attempting to free himself from Bu’s grip. Unfortunately, his efforts were futile.
Trained though he was by ck Mallow, Xander’s skills were insufficient against a formidable person like Bu, who seemed to handle him with the ease of a cat ying with a mouse.
Even if Marc and Terry were to join him, the trio would still stand little chance against Bu’s superior strength.
After several unsessful attempts to escape, Xander’s anxiety reached its peak, and he felt tears of frustration welling up.
In a desperate move, overwhelmed by his emotions, Xander swung a wild punch aimed at Bu’s head, attempting to knock out his own brother
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