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?”

gritted his teeth and replied, “Whether I believe

spoke, Gideon’s

be unable to elude Molie’s

backseat to the main issue at hand, the overwhelming electric charge coursing through the storm, causing his muscles to spasm involuntarily

that he was no

At least not tonight!

behind Molie in terms of magical weaponry, but more critically, his experiment with the Thunder Strike Wood two days prior had depleted a third of his aura in one fell swoop. Magical techniques devoured reiki at an accelerated rate, and after enduring two lightning strikes,

this realization, he made up his mind to escape as

in close combat, victory tonight was out of reach. After reporting to the British Lord, all that was left was to

with a swift somersault, landing on his feet. He immediately unleashed two sword

was to seize the opportunity of

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

soul-piercing blade to counter them.

encased him, spiraling rapidly and conjuring

sword edges were poised to cleave into him, he clenched his

the sword edges disintegrated

managed to put some distance between himself and Jamie. Initially, he had fled frantically, his focus solely on escape. However, upon hearing

edges and the soul-piercing blade

that Molie didn’t dodge

glanced back to ascertain whether Molie had been wounded by the two swords. If that were the case, Gideon might have an opportunity to seize the momentum and pursue Molie

startling discovery—Molie’s

Molie had caught up!

every ounce of strength he could muster. But from behind,

second, Gideon felt another bolt of lightning viciously strike the crown

in an instant. After staggering