The Charismatic Charlie Wade

If fate granted Gideon a slim chance of escape, he would exploit the signal disruption as a pretext to search for the signal on his own. Even if the British Lord reprimanded him, the worst that could happen was a punishment for leaving his post without permission, which was relatively harmless!

Yet, as the lightning struck him like a thunderbolt, Gideon couldn’t help but be jolted by shock and fear. He had done everything in his power to conceal himself, but in the end, the lightning found him.

This clearly showed the astonishing precision of Molie’s control over lightning!

In addition, it was clear to Gideon that his sole long-distance spell involved using the wooden sword’s blade, while Molie possessed a spell that not only conjured an unseen blade resembling that of the wooden sword but also produced a blade that descended straight from the skies.

His lightning rendered Gideon’s wooden sword useless, and his own lightning had nowhere to hide. If this continued, he would undoubtedly be consumed by Jamie. The only option was to engage him in close combat!

With this realization, Gideon clenched his teeth and bellowed in a cold voice, “Boy! Today, either you perish or I do!”

Having spoken his piece, he infused his legs with reiki and swiftly employed the transformative shadow technique taught to him by the British Lord. With a peculiar burst of speed, he propelled himself toward Molie like a spatial leap!

The greatest advantage of this technique lay in its unpredictable trajectory, making it difficult for the opponent to discern a pattern. Not only did it make it challenging for the adversary to harm him, but it also afforded an opportunity to close the distance between them.

Despite being at a disadvantage in terms of magical weaponry, Gideon firmly believed that with a physical body honed over centuries and decades of refined reiki, once he closed in on Alder, that brat would be utterly incapable of opposing him!

However, just as he launched his attack on Molie with blistering speed, the young boy suddenly yelled, “Thunder strikes again!”

Then, with a thunderous boom, Gideon, who had just leaped a foot away, was struck by yet another blast of thunder!

The enormous power changed Gideon’s messy white hair into a puff of dust, while his ragged Taoist garments vanished, leaving him wearing only a ripped pair of red boxers.

Molie gazed upon him, a sneer of contempt curling his lips. “You’re such a lecherous old man, over a century old and still sporting those bloody red underpants. How shameless can you be?”

Though lightning had brought Gideon to the brink of death, he mustered the strength to hysterically retort, “You… you bastard! P-Poor… poor… This is my humble birth year!”

“Birth year?” Molie’s brows furrowed in momentary confusion, then he smiled and remarked, “You’re so ancient, and you still believe in that?”

his teeth and replied, “Whether I believe it or not

spoke, Gideon’s

unable to elude Molie’s

overwhelming electric charge coursing through the

that he was

At least not tonight!

the Thunder Strike Wood two days prior had depleted a third of his

made up his mind to escape as

his identity, as well as his magical weaponry and strength. Yet, with his disadvantage in magical weaponry and inability to engage in close combat, victory tonight was out of reach. After reporting to the British Lord, all that was left was to await the British Lord’s personal arrival and

violent convulsions, Gideon suddenly sprang upright with a swift somersault, landing on his feet.

the opportunity of Molie’s distraction and

although Molie hadn’t drawn near, he was attentively observing every move. Witnessing Gideon’s sword strikes, quick turn, and

Molie had no intention of employing the soul-piercing blade to counter them. He let out a resounding shout and channeled

spiraling rapidly and conjuring a fierce gust of

swept through the surroundings, stirring up a maelstrom of sand, rocks, branches, and leaves. Just as the two sword edges were poised to cleave into him, he clenched his

resounded as the sword

of red underpants, had managed to put some distance between himself and Jamie. Initially, he had fled frantically, his focus solely on escape. However, upon hearing those two explosions, an unexpected glimmer of hope

between the sword edges and the soul-piercing blade moments ago. They resembled the sound produced when

be that Molie didn’t dodge

ascertain whether Molie had been wounded by the two swords. If that were the

turned his head, he made a startling discovery—Molie’s sharp, merciless face

Molie had caught up!

panic. He instinctively turned to escape with every ounce of strength he could muster. But from behind, he heard

Gideon felt another bolt of lightning viciously strike the crown

way, causing his body to lose balance in an