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Upon seeing this scene, everyone present gasped in shock.

Lachlan’s swift and ruthless actions were astounding, even causing Miranda behind him to change her expression.

“#$%&!”

“*(@#)…” another ninja growled as they regained their senses and charged towards Lachlan, shouting in their Skiola language.

Each one exuded a murderous aura that seemed to lower the temperature of the entire area to below freezing.

“This land is no longer yours to rampage on!” Lachlan declared coldly before bellowing out a battle cry. He scooped up Miranda and charged forward with lightning speed!

Swish!

A samurai sword slashed towards him but Lachlan reacted instantly. Before his opponent could react, he crushed their wrist and disarmed them.

In one fluid motion, he caught the sword and kicked out at his enemy’s knee with bone-crunching force. The sound of bones breaking mixed with cries of agony as the ninja fell to his knees impaled by his own blade!

The ensuing battle was brutal – clashing swords rang out like church bells while screams of pain mixed with the sickening sounds of bones snapping underfoot or blades slicing through flesh like butter – it was a symphony of death!

But for these black-clad ninjas, brutality was just another day at work! However, for those watching from afar who had never seen such violence before – they were horrified beyond belief!

“He’s terrifying!”

“How can one man take on so many skilled assassins?”

“He must be some kind of demon!”

“Bullshit! He’s killing Skiola scums who threaten us! I call him our savior!”

“Get up off your knees you cowards!” someone shouted as most ninjas focused solely on attacking Lachlan while others began retreating from the area altogether.

However, most people stayed put despite being scared witless by what they saw unfolding before them. Tiffany watched it all unfold in disbelief; her expression alternating between shock and confusion.

Maurice was sweating profusely. The manager of the scenic area’s eyes were twitching uncontrollably. The crew members and extras were all on edge. The manager of the bridal shop and photographer looked incredulous.

At that moment, someone turned to Maurice and urgently said, “Mr. Ellison, you need to help! There are too many black-clad ninjas, he can’t handle them alone!”

Others heard this and reacted as well.

“Yes! Yes! Maurice, you know kung fu right? Go help him!”

“You can take on ten people at once right? Hurry up and lend a hand!”

“Mr. Maurice, please help him! He can’t do it alone!”

Suddenly everyone realized there was another “expert” present and began urging Maurice to act.

“Shut the hell up! I… I…” Maurice shouted in frustration with his handsome face turning red.

The constant blood mist rising from that direction along with screams made him tremble with fear!

How could he muster the courage to rush over to Lachlan’s aid?

On screen he was mighty enough to take on ten or even hundreds of enemies but this fight… it was real!

This wasn’t a movie!!

At that moment Miranda felt an inexplicable sense of security being held in Lachlan’s arms.

It felt like she was wrapped in safety despite the brutal fight happening so close by!

However leaving his embrace would be like entering hell itself!

In his arms it felt like she was in a peaceful harbor away from all danger!

After what seemed like ages everything around her finally calmed down as Lachlan placed her back onto solid ground.

The next second her beautiful eyes widened dramatically along with everyone else around them who looked shocked beyond belief.

All black-clad ninjas had turned into corpses!!

Their deaths almost identical – knees shattered; legs twisted backwards kneeling on the ground; pierced through their heads by samurai swords nailed onto the ground below them!

A sea of corpses knelt before them…

Hissing sounds filled their ears as they gasped for air one after another.

Tiffany, Maurice, the crew members, extras, and staff at the bridal shop all trembled with fear. Except for Tiffany who still harbored hatred towards Lachlan, the other women present couldn’t help but look in awe and admiration at his tall figure.

“This is a true master!”

“I don’t know why, but this scene doesn’t scare me. Instead, I feel exhilarated!”

“Why don’t we know why? Because we are Priocia people!!”

“He’s so handsome! This is what a real man looks like!”

“No wonder his wife is more beautiful than any celebrity. Only such a woman can match such a man.”

Just then, an extremely cold voice suddenly rang out.

“Hehehe… I didn’t expect that a martial arts performer from the crew would actually be a true master!”

Looking towards the source of the voice revealed only a small figure suddenly leaping out of the lake and landing on its shore.

This person was dressed in combat gear with twin swords strapped to his back emitting fierce and powerful energy.

“I’m not just any martial artist!” Lachlan stared at him and shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter; you’re going to die anyway!” The small figure spoke menacingly.

As he spoke these words, he seemed to remember something suddenly asking in broken Priociania, “By the way have you met Sagi Fujino? He’s one of Skiola’s top masters.”

Lachlan raised an eyebrow nodding, “Yes I have! I killed him already! What about it?”

The expression on Miyasaki Kojiro’s face turned ferocious upon hearing this news. “You bastard! That was my disciple!”

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“Remember my name – Miyasaki Kojiro.”

With each step he took towards Lachlan, his aura grew stronger until finally reaching its peak whereupon he drew his sword unleashing his strongest attack!

Miyasaki never expected that last time when they visited Priocia, one of their own would actually fall here. Therefore he had no choice but to continue where his disciple left off by personally coming to Priocia himself.

“How did you kill my disciple?” Miyasaki asked while gathering strength for another attack.

Sagi was a master of the half-step sect, yet he died at the hands of Priocia people. Miyasaki wanted to extract useful information from Lachlan to ensure his own safety.

Lachlan sneered and released Miranda’s hand without responding.

“Not talking? No problem! My strongest attack will surely send you into the arms of death!”

“It would be an honor for you to die by my sword,” Miyasaki chuckled.

“Is that so? Perhaps you’ll soon find out how your disciple met his end!”

However, Lachlan laughed even more wickedly than him at this moment.