Chapter 217 She is an Ancient Martial Arts Professional!
After Isabella said goodbye to Violet and the others, the closer she got to the summit, the fewer people she saw on the mountain path.
The midday sun was blazing. Isabella had worked up quite a sweat, but she still had enough energy. She finished the last half bottle of water, then looked up.
The summit was right ahead.
Isabella picked up her pace, striding briskly toward the top.
Almost there.
Just as Isabella's foot touched the last step, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Three men stood directly in front of her, looking at her.
They were all dressed in black. One wore a mask on his face, while the other two had black veils covering their entire faces, revealing only their eyes.
At this moment, all three men were looking at her with amused smiles.
The man in front was toying with a throwing knife in his hand.
Isabella could clearly see that his pinky finger was missing.
Tate's contemptuous gaze fell on Isabella as he sneered, "Congratulations on reaching the summit. Unfortunately, your summit gift is your death."
Isabella stared intently at the throwing knife in Tate's hand.
His fingers clearly weren't moving, yet the knife kept spinning in his hand.
He must not be an ordinary person.
"Do we have some kind of grudge?" Isabella looked at them.
These people must be professional killers, right?
Isabella's question sounded innocent. Tate laughed at her words, "We have no grudge. Unfortunately, you have a grudge with someone else, and someone paid money for your life."
"So after you die, don't resent us. If you want to resent anyone, resent the person who paid for your life, got it?" Milo said with a smile.
Actually, when they first saw Isabella, they were all quite stunned. Isabella was very beautiful—the kind of beautiful that would stand out even in a crowd of thousands.
They really hadn't expected that the first person they'd come to Lumaria to kill would be an innocent high school girl.
For some reason, they felt a bit sorry for Isabella. What was up with that?
"Alright, Rhys, do it," Tate said. "Let her die quickly—that's the only thing we can do for her."
"Yes."
As those words fell, Rhys suddenly charged at Isabella.
The moment Rhys rushed forward, Isabella felt an overwhelming pressure. His speed was ridiculous—he'd been more than ten meters away just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, Rhys was right in front of her.
The killing intent radiating from Rhys was terrifying. Isabella even felt like the air around them had frozen from this murderous aura.
And in the time it took her to blink, a knife gleaming with cold light was already at her throat, about to slice through her carotid artery.
Just then.
Isabella grabbed Rhys's hand holding the knife. The instant she raised her knee, Rhys flew backward, his back slamming straight into a thick tree.
Several of Rhys's ribs broke immediately, and he let out a pained hiss.
"Rhys!" Tate cried out in alarm.
He looked at the scene before him in disbelief.
Everything that just happened was completely unexpected. When he'd seen Rhys charge forward, he'd thought Isabella would be dead the next second. After all, Rhys's speed had always been extraordinarily fast, and no one had ever survived his blade before.
But unexpectedly, the moment Rhys touched Isabella, he went flying.
He'd seen it clearly—with that force and speed, Isabella kicked a person like kicking a ball. Rhys flew straight back and slammed into a tree more than ten meters away.
While Tate was still in shock, suddenly, the tree behind Rhys broke too.
Tate: "..."
Milo: "..."
Watching the tree crash down, both Tate and Milo's eyes flashed with disbelief.
Was this the strength of an ordinary person?
Absolutely not.
"Milo, watch out! She's an ancient martial arts professional!" Tate shouted urgently.
This kind of explosive power couldn't possibly be achieved through strength alone.
Milo's eyes widened. "How is that possible? How could there be an ancient martial arts professional in Lumaria?"
All the ancient martial arts families were gathered in Novaria now. It was impossible to see any trace of ancient martial arts professionals anywhere else. And those ancient martial arts families passed down their techniques and secrets through generations—they would never teach outsiders, much less people from other places.
"Nothing's impossible!" Though Tate didn't want to believe it either, the fact was that Isabella's attack clearly incorporated internal energy. Other than ancient martial arts, there was no other explanation for this phenomenon.
Milo broke out in a cold sweat.
They had only picked up a little bit of ancient martial arts through secret observation—they weren't real ancient martial arts professionals at all.
"Milo, attack together!"
Tate shouted, and the throwing knife in his hand swiftly flew toward Isabella.
While Isabella dodged the knife by stepping aside, Tate and Milo had already closed in on her, attacking from both left and right.
Isabella watched their movements as they came at her. She smoothly grabbed Tate's outstretched hand and with just a slight squeeze broke his bones. Before Tate even realized what was happening, the intense pain had numbed his nerves.
Milo seized the opportunity to attack from the side, kicking Isabella to the ground.
Isabella rolled and got up, kicking toward Milo's face in mid-air. Milo's face jerked to the side from the kick, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Isabella grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the nose, breaking it.
Milo screamed as blood sprayed from his nose.
Isabella looked at Milo, dazed from her punch, listening to the screams coming from his throat. She coldly curled her lips, her gloomy eyes looking at him dangerously.
"You kicked me just now. This is payback."
As her words fell, another punch landed on his eye socket.
Milo's eyeball ruptured, and a shrill, terrifying scream escaped his mouth.
Then his whole body was flung away by Isabella and crashed heavily to the ground.
Milo clutched his bleeding eye, his face twisted in pain as he rolled desperately on the ground.
Isabella lifted her foot and walked slowly toward Rhys, who had been slammed against the tree and couldn't get up. Her eyes looked at him with cold indifference.
Rhys looked up at the girl, his eyes full of terror. All his bones felt like they were falling apart. He struggled to get up, but the girl gently pressed down on his shoulder.
Isabella looked at him with interest. "Now can you tell me who sent you?"
Isabella's icy voice came through, and instantly Rhys felt his hair stand on end.
He instinctively tried to back away, wanting to run.
But even though the hand pressing on him seemed to use no force at all, he couldn't move an inch.
Suddenly, Isabella reached toward him.
The next second, his face felt empty—Isabella had cleanly removed his mask.
Isabella looked at Rhys's half-face with the skin peeled away, her pupils contracting sharply.
"Your face."
Looking at such a horrifying face, even Isabella was stunned.