As the words fell, figures came out from behind the wall and the corners of the alley, each holding a weapon and looking unfriendly, and surrounded Karl in the middle.
Including the stall owner, there were six people.
"I didn't expect that Aya could actually find helpers?"
The man who spoke was bare-chested, revealing his strong muscles, and dragged the machete in his hand diagonally on the ground.
As he walked over, the sharp blade left a shallow mark on the frozen soil.
There was also an invisible pressure.
This person should be the leader of the group.
"Helper?"
Karl frowned when he heard the words: "It seems that there is some misunderstanding between us."
"Misunderstanding?" The stall owner sneered: "Since we are out of the market, what misunderstanding is there?"
"Even if it's not the girl's helper, our brothers can't work in vain. Hand over the things on your body!"
As he said, he raised his hand to grab Karl.
He was thin, but his speed was not slow. He was still in the crowd when he spoke, and he came to Karl when the last word fell.
Moreover, he used his strength to grab, and his five fingers were cold and sharp.
If he grabbed a normal person, he could easily tear off a piece of flesh.
In Black City, it is not easy to survive, and looting and killing are commonplace for them.
Humph!
Karl snorted coldly.
He is no longer an ordinary person with no background. Even if he is surrounded by several people, he can still stay calm.
Facing the attacking claws, he turned his palm slightly, avoided the finger gloves and slapped it.
"Bang!"
The palm and claws intersected.
The stall owner felt a huge force coming along his arm, and his body was unstable instantly, and his face changed:
"Knight Squire..."
"Woo!"
The low whistle of the broadsword interrupted his shouting, and then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and flew backwards.
"Bold!"
"Kill him!"
"Let's go together!"
The stall owner was chopped away the moment he made contact, and the others didn't even have time to react.
Amid the roar, several people rushed over together.
Karl raised his left hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
Light magic!
In an instant, the blinding light illuminated the entire place.
For those who have been in the dark for years, light is their nemesis.
Especially since they were staring at Karl's movements, there was no way to avoid it. Several people lost their sight in an instant, and panic appeared on their faces.
Not good!
The leader's heart was pounding, but he did not retreat but advanced.
"Ah!"
He roared, and rushed towards Karl's direction based on his previous memory, while swinging his machete wildly.
The machete tore through the air, and the blade trembled rapidly. It was a combat skill.
"Squeak..."
It was like cutting into thick mucus, and invisible resistance appeared out of thin air, which also startled the leader.
What is this?
Zero-ring witchcraft - secondary spell force field!
Karl cast two witchcrafts in succession, and while others had no time to react, the broadsword flashed.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
In the blink of an eye, two people fell to the ground.
However, the leader's machete was also close at hand, so he had to swing his sword to intercept it, with the sword body across his body.
"Dang..."
What a great force!
This leader's strength is probably even stronger than the red-haired man before, but his martial arts skills are relatively sparse.
Rage!
Plow Style!
Fool Style!
Karl wielded his broadsword and used the Fierce Wind Sword Skill to slash in succession. The sound of metal colliding was as fast as a rainstorm.
"Arghh!"
The leader roared to the sky, bursting with great force, and opened up the offensive. His vision gradually became clear.
As long as he could see!
As long as his vision was restored!
He coul….
"Shua!"
Several afterimages appeared out of thin air.
Combat Skill - Fierce Wind Slash!
Under the influence of the secondary magic force field, Karl's explosion at this time was comparable to that of a top-level knight squire.
The opponent couldn't even see where the attack came from.
"Puff!"
The sword shadows slashed across the leader's waist, abdomen, and thighs, leaving deep cracks that could be seen through the bones, and also made the opponent lose balance. One wrong step, every step is wrong.
Karl, wielding a broadsword, chased closely, and the sword shadows fell like rain, and the leader couldn't help but look desperate.
At this time, even if he had regained his sight, he couldn't change anything.
"Ah!"
With a scream, the leader's sturdy body fell to the ground.
Karl turned around and was about to chase the remaining two people. His eyebrows raised slightly, and then he stopped.
Seeing that the two were about to escape, more than ten arrows suddenly shot out from the darkness, shooting the two defenseless people into sieves.
"Uncle!"
Nan, holding a powerful crossbow, jumped out and waved excitedly at Karl.
"We are here too."
Figures walked out of the darkness one after another, and Aya, who was surprised, was among them, and there was an old man behind her.
Looking at Karl, the old man paused his cane: "Karl, the distinguished friend that Aya mentioned, we finally meet."
…
The Black City has no shortage of uninhabited houses.
After sweeping away the dust, everyone found a seat in the hall.
Aya stretched out her hand towards the old man and said.
"Uncle Karl, this is Grandpa Lev. Nan and I have been taken care of by grandpa for these years, otherwise we would have died long ago."
"This..."
She looked at the woman behind the old man and said: "This is Sister Eve, the helper I specially invited."
Karl nodded.
Aya brought a lot of people this time, but almost all of them were ordinary people. Only Eve had a certain strength.
To be honest, if it weren't for him, it would be hard to say whether the people Aya brought alone could finally repel the opponent.
"Eve Dorn."
Looking at Karl, Eve's eyes were alert: "Nice to meet you, sir."
"Me too." Karl smiled and looked at Aya: "I didn't expect you could find so many people to help."
Unknowingly, Aya had gathered so many people around her and had a certain amount of power. She was no longer the small stall owner who was starving.
"They are all friends I knew before." Aya replied: "They heard that my stall was robbed, and they all came to help."
"Speaking of which, it is also thanks to uncle's things that we don't have to live so hard in this winter month."
"Karl."
Old Lev said slowly: "Aya is a girl, and it is easy for people to bully her. Just like this time, someone took a fancy to the stall in the market and wanted to force a sale. If you hadn't taken action, I don't know what the final result would be."
"Um..."
"If you need anything, please speak up, we will do everything we can."
"Please don't be polite."
As he said that, Old Lev stood up and bowed to Karl tremblingly. His attitude was respectful and even flattering. Others' eyes flickered, but no one stopped him.
They knew it very well.
Aya's current status and the people's ability to eat and wear warm clothes were all due to Karl's supply of goods behind the scenes.
Moreover, after seeing Karl's strength today, they were even more awed. If they could get close to him, they would have more hope for the future.
The reason they gathered together was not because Old Lev was highly respected, nor because Aya had a unique personality charm, but because of Karl.
"You are too polite, old sir."
Karl shook his head: "I just happened to meet her. It's nothing. You are old. Come on, sit down and talk."
He did not promise anything.
Black City is big, but Aya is too weak.
Looking at the whole place, the old, weak, sick and disabled people could not provide him with enough help. They would only be a burden. Trading is fine, but it is better not to tie them together.
Old Lev obviously understood this, his face changed, and then he said: "I heard from Aya that you are collecting breathing methods?"
"Yes." Karl's eyes lit up: "Do you have a breathing method?"
"Yes, there is, but... the breathing method on me cannot be passed on to others." Old Lev looked embarrassed: "But I have a martial art that I can teach you."
Martial arts?
Karl frowned.
Of course, he was also interested in martial arts, but to be honest, he was not very interested.
Especially after coming into contact with the wizard world, even breathing techniques became less important, and martial arts were even more dispensable.
Seeing Karl's expression change, Old Lev gritted his teeth and said: "In addition to martial arts, I also know a little about magic seals."
Magic seals!
Karl's eyes lit up.
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