A Strange Attack

The two of them drew their swords and slowly surrounded Rebecca from both sides.

Rebecca frowned. With her strength, she should not have been afraid of these three people at all, but they had a magic crystal ball. Not only was it immune to her magic attacks, but it could also injure her. If she had not reacted quickly, they would have captured her.

At this moment, Morty, who was in the crowd, heard the person beside him shake his head and sigh. "What a pity. I'm afraid this girl will be ruined by these three scoundrel swordsmen."

"Not necessarily," someone retorted. "Although this girl is young, her magic power isn't weak at all. "

The person who sighed pursed his lips. "What's the use of being powerful? Thomas and his 'Brothers' have a crystal ball that is immune to magic. This little girl's magic is not enough to pose a threat to them."

A crystal ball that was immune to magic?

Morty frowned hard. He did not know what it was, but he could understand immunity magic.

The two swordsmen had already forced Rebecca into a corner. One of them had a wicked smile on his face. "Little girl, just be obedient and play with us. We won't treat you badly."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to touch Rebecca's blushing cheeks.

Rebecca's eyes were filled with disgust. She raised her hand and released a fireball, but the man in the lead took a step forward and took out a palm-sized transparent glass ball to block the three of them.

The moment the fireball approached, the crystal ball in the burly man's hand emitted a ray of light, and the flames melted like ice and snow.

"Damn it!" Rebecca bit her lips hard. That damn crystal ball had almost rendered her helpless.

"Little girl, just surrender." The burly man in the lead had a lewd smile on his face. The man stared at Rebecca, whose face was flushed red from anger and her plump chest rising and falling slightly. He could not help but swallow his saliva. His lower body even reacted.

Just as he was about to pounce, a loud shout came from behind him.

"Stop!"

The burly man seemed a little angry at being interrupted. He turned around and looked around angrily.

Morty walked out of the crowd and came before the three of them.

"Morty!"

Rebecca's eyes were filled with joy.

"You?"

The burly man frowned and then slowly relaxed. A hint of mockery appeared on his face. "Brat, what's the matter?"

Morty stepped forward with a cold face and said in a deep voice, "Let her go."

The smile on the burly man's face disappeared and he said in a dark voice, "Looks like you want to die!"

After saying that, he shouted at the two people behind him, "Deal with him!"

"Hehe, just a piece of trash."

One of them sneered and walked towards Morty, looking down at him with disdain and disdain in his eyes.

"Brat, I can kill you with one punch."

Morty raised his head slightly, looked into the man's eyes, and shrugged. "That's right."

With the other party's physique, it was very easy for him to deal with him.

"Hehe, looks like you have the awareness." The burly man was amused by Morty's reaction, but he sneered.

Morty was expressionless, but he was extremely nervous. The only thing he could rely on now was the pea behind him.

Seeing that he didn't react, the smile on the burly man's face deepened. At the same time, his right hand gently gripped the long sword at his waist.

In the next second, he pulled out his sword.

"Go to hell, kid!"

The burly man raised his long sword and pointed it at Morty's neck. He was confident that this attack would directly cut off the neck of the young man in front of him.

Puff—

A strange sound sounded in the burly man's ear. Then, a black shadow flashed past. Then, he felt as if his head had been hit by something, and he felt a little dizzy.

"What happened?"

The burly man mumbled and shook his head. Hot liquid seemed to drip down his face.

The burly man reached out and wiped it. When he saw it in front of his eyes, his pupils slowly constricted.

It was blood.

He turned around in a daze and saw the shocked and angry gazes of his two companions.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The burly man opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his vision quickly blurred. He opened his mouth and fell forward.

Plop—

The square was deathly silent.

"Kevin!"

The leader of the men roared, his eyes filled with anger as he stared at Morty.

"What did you do?!"