Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 741

Chapter 741: Fangs of the White Tiger
Hadean Varsa, Shadow Raid, Midnight Brigade, and Sinister.

The most notorious of terrorist organizations.

Despite being aligned with their reputation for wreaking havoc upon the world and its inhabitants, the leaders of the four didn’t see eye to eye.

Nonetheless, all their leaders were known to be practitioners of soul arts, utilizing their forbidden powers to achieve their evil goals.

However, when asked which organization is the most vile among the four, everyone would readily answer ‘the Midnight Brigade,’ as the group engages in sex and human trafficking, even going so far as to sell recordings of their depraved acts to sick buyers on the black market for extra income.

Sure, members of other organizations also committed such vile acts, including kidnapping people to extract their talents, but none of the other three flaunted these actions as if they were something to be proud of.

Hence, the Midnight Brigade was the most hated among the terrorist organizations.

Shirley and Wendy’s name would resound far and wide across the entire world should they manage to eradicate the brains of the scummy organization.

Unfortunately, things didn’t seem to be going their way, as they were still currently surrounded by more than fifty terrorists, despite killing hundreds in the span of a week.

If not for the short yet effective rest they had a few hours ago, Shirley would’ve already succumbed to her accumulated injuries.

Using an emergency escape talisman wasn’t an option either, as the Third Headquarters had a jamming device that prevented the talismans from working.

This was why the two couldn’t charge in like idiots despite being more powerful than the terrorists and simply escaping when they found themselves in a bad situation.

They had to carefully advance through the floors, find time to rest, and pick their fights carefully.

Otherwise, what awaited them was a fate that would drive Shye to lose control, prompting him to raid every Midnight Brigade Headquarters with Zeth, Nookie and his army, and his two dragons, razing the facilities to the ground and killing every last member of the organization he could find.

“Tch, there’s no end to these scums!” Shirley cursed, feeling a warm ray of light that healed her back to full.

In the next moment, Wendy’s life staff touched her back, conjuring a thick, fifteen-layer barrier that shielded her from a massive fireball, a barrage of icicle spears, and a ball of lightning.

“Thanks, Wendy!” Shirley exclaimed without looking.

She didn’t have the luxury to do so, since four warriors and one scout were breaking through the seven remaining layers of Wendy’s barrier.

Naturally, Shirley didn’t allow the barrier to go to waste, performing hand seals in preparation for a huge attack.

She had to use her skills like a normal person.

After all, she didn’t possess Shye’s system, which allowed him to cast nearly any skill instantly, except for a few, like [Recall], which required specific preparations before it could be used.

“Ode of a Thousand Swords!” Shirley exclaimed, prompting a thousand orbs of light to ascend to the ceiling from the ground.

The next moment, the orbs turned into swords, raining down on the horrified terrorists in a fixed rhythm.

Each sword of light had its own distinct sound, making it seem as though the rain of swords was singing.

“AAARGHH!!”

“PUHAAAHK!”

Cries of agony echoed throughout the hallways as more than fifty terrorists were slaughtered, leaving only two elites alive.

Both were heavily wounded and had streaks of blood streaming from the corners of their mouths.

“Kuhh…F*ck this, I’m out!”

“Me too!”

The next instant, the two elites retreated, refusing to lose their lives meaninglessly.

Unfortunately, their cowardice was witnessed by three ruthless individuals.

“Oh? Running away from two youngsters? You might as well be dead!” A middle-aged voice echoed through the hallways, followed by a loud bang as both elites were sent flying backward, tumbling to the ground lifelessly in front of Wendy and Shirley.

After killing the fleeing elites, Asger shifted his attention to the two beauties.

“Hohoho, you two are fine young b*tches!” the sleazebag remarked, openly ogling Shirley and Wendy’s alluring curves, bountiful bosoms, and perky bottoms. “I’ll surely enjoy you two for a long time!”

Naturally, Wendy and Shirley’s gaze turned icy after hearing the vice leader’s words.

It wasn’t the first time that this happened to them.

After all, they were exceptionally attractive young ladies who had encountered their fair share of ambushes aimed at violating them.

Nonetheless, they repulsed these kinds of bastards the most, and even Wendy had no qualms about taking the lives of such scummy individuals.

“Wendy, is there a chance that this guy is our target?” Shirley asked in a whisper.

“I think his appearance matches the description of our target, though he seems a bit older now…” Wendy muttered in reply.

Witnessing this, Asger smiled playfully.

“Oh? Are you two contemplating whether you will give yourselves to me? Come, then! We don’t have to resolve things with violence. I shall forgive the two of you for intruding if you allow me to seed on your faces!”

This time, Wendy couldn’t bear to listen to Asger’s words, immediately springing to action while reprimanding the scourge:

“Scum! Shut your filthy mouth!”

Shirley noticed that her comrade was already performing hand seals.

Hence, she bravely sprinted toward the three to buy her comrade some time, leaving a small army of four mana knights beside the young priestess for protection.

Seeing this, Asger smirked coldly.

“Stell, Brock, teach these wh*res a lesson for me.” He ordered.

Eager to appease their vice-leader’s anger, the commanders named Stell and Brock immediately charged toward Shirley, aiming to defeat her with one swift attack.

“Plum Blossom Strike!”

“Lion’s Might! Great Cleave!”

A lethally sharp tachi and an enormous falchion made their way toward Shirley’s body, both targeting different body parts that were tricky to defend.

She would have to take one attack in order to defend herself from the other.

To the commanders’ surprise, she did just that, and without hesitation in her eyes.

Choosing to confront the blow aimed at her neck, Shirley activated [Stoic Lv. 5] to deliberately take the attack directed at her leg.

White flames then engulfed her katana, conjuring an apparition of a white tiger that roared at Brock, the opponent she intended to clash with.

“Fangs of the White Tiger!” She exclaimed, slashing her sword to meet Commander Brock’s enormous falchion.

However, just before their weapons clashed, a dull thud resonated near her left leg as Stell’s tachi sliced through a quarter of her leg, causing blood to splatter across the metallic floor.

Asger smiled at the sight.

Only, the smile was short-lived, as the next moment, Brock’s falchion was shattered into a thousand pieces, his severed head flying through the air.

In one strike, Shirley took the life of a terrorist commander.