"Get away!" At the moment when the dazzling light flashed, the sky was filled with tiny fragments flying in all directions towards Mario. Barrett Walker roared in anger, and even before he could stop it, he saw Mario about to flee for his life. Then, Andy Brook rushed out at an angle, stamping on the ground, his body twisted strangely like a scorpion, as he kicked up a large piece of bluestone, which shattered with a few crisp sounds, but also offset the shattered iron. Andy Brook grabbed Mario and rolled to the side.
Gordon Walker did not pursue, but turned to look at Barrett Walker.
"You've actually learned the art of concealment!" Barrett Walker said incredulously.
"Yes! Grandfather taught you the offensive tactics, and taught me the defensive tactics, but unfortunately you were useless, allowing me to learn it all. This art of concealment is something I only recently mastered!" Gordon Walker's tone was casual, as if recounting an ordinary matter. However, only those who truly understood the war god Mars Walker knew how profound and infinite this sword technique was.
"Are you trying to make me submit? Make me feel lowly, make me feel perpetually inferior to you!" Barrett Walker sneered. If he hadn't been reborn, perhaps he would have immediately surrendered, without hesitation, willing to go with him.
Looking at Barrett Walker's bright eyes, Gordon Walker did not know what he was so proud of, but he could see that Barrett Walker's injuries had not healed. Not only was he somewhat jealous of his terrifying resilience, but this disabled man was not worthy of possessing the gift of the gods. "Choose! Otherwise, you will perish by my sword!"
Barrett Walker now wished he had a sniper rifle and could hide, and slowly play with him. But that was not allowed; he had to face it. Taking a deep breath, he felt Gordon Walker's immense power, the aura of a proud son of heaven hitting him, making anyone feel insignificant. He grabbed a nearby brick, wanting to see which of the two legendary weapons would give him a higher combat power.
"Come on!"
"Are you joking with me?" Gordon Walker said coldly.
"Otherwise, what do you think?" Barrett Walker retorted.
"Hmpf! If you really don't care about your life, I won't show any mercy. I want you dead, and my grandfather won't shed a single tear for you!" Gordon Walker looked at Barrett Walker, his eyes full of mockery. Did he really think that by doing so, he would give up his own weapon? This was his second life!
"I don't need anyone from the Walker family to shed a tear for me." Barrett Walker weighed the brick in his hand, the weight just right.
"Barrett! I support you, beat the hell out of this pretentious jerk!" Mario, who had almost lost his life earlier, couldn't help but shout from a distance, and was quickly silenced by the approaching Ferg Clair.
The confrontation between the two not only attracted a crowd, but Gordon Walker's temperament was truly outstanding. Coupled with his precious sword, although every general in the Federation had their own general's sword, the sword was no longer just a symbol of antiquity, but more a symbol of combat power. In the eyes of the crowd, Gordon Walker was an ancient swordsman, while Barrett Walker, in his old-fashioned waiter's suit, holding a brick, was a complete fool. Mario's shout and the ambiguity in his words immediately caused a burst of laughter from the crowd.
"Let's do this!" Barrett Walker said.
"Prepare to die!" The sword floated, like willow catkins brushing against the face, giving a lazy feeling, but the contained killing intent was like a hidden needle, difficult to detect.
"You still love to show off!" a surprised cry was heard, as Barrett Walker fiercely rushed forward, like a locomotive pulling dozens of carriages, and everyone seemed to hear the roar of the train. Barrett Walker's brick hit Gordon Walker's head fiercely, the brick shattered, but his head did not. The two passed by each other, and Barrett Walker turned his back on Gordon Walker. In that instant, everyone seemed to see the ancient dragon regeneration.
"Careless!" Blood trickled down his forehead, and Gordon Walker finally managed to utter these words.
"You just look down on me!" This was Barrett Walker's last words before he collapsed. Then, a small cut appeared on his neck, tiny droplets of blood seeped out, instantly staining his clothes red. Barrett Walker took a deep breath, then fell straight down.
"What's going on!"
"Ah! How did he fall?" A large crowd of onlookers were not only surprised, but also thought that something miraculous was about to happen, but it turned out that this person was useless and fell.
Gordon Walker heard Barrett Walker fall to the ground, and for some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief, then left without looking back.
"Quick, carry him inside!" Ferg Clair rushed forward to check, finding that Barrett Walker was breathing evenly, apparently just unconscious, and quickly ordered the reluctant waiters to carry him inside.
"Well, that's it! No more excitement to watch! I thought there would be a big battle for hundreds of rounds! Hmph! A bunch of fools, still learning to duel, go home and go to bed!" A large crowd of people watched as Barrett Walker was carried into the bar, then cursed a few times, feeling less entertained in this restless and flashy city.
"Barrett! What exactly happened just now? Who won in the end?" As the night wore on, the people gradually diminished, and Barrett Walker had a piece of gauze stuck to his neck, but he still had to continue working, enduring the exploitation of Ferg Clair, while Mario became a follower, following closely and asking about the strange events in the duel.
"Aren't you going to bed yet? Look at how late it is!" Barrett Walker was so annoyed by him that he stopped wiping the cup and asked.
"Barrett! Please tell me! I won't be able to sleep tonight if you don't!" Mario pleaded.
"Yeah! Barrett, tell us!" Inglis also chimed in, his thick lenses unable to hide his interest in gossip.
"In strict terms, he did not lose. He only lost to himself!" Barrett Walker said in a pretentiously profound manner.
"What does that mean?" the group of young rascals asked in unison.
"It doesn't mean anything. He was too proud, unable to bear any flaws, especially in martial arts achievement. He couldn't lose, so I just conceded defeat to myself." Barrett Walker thought that the outcome of the fight was truly too complicated. Gordon Walker believed he had won, and Barrett Walker could think that he won or lost, with no room for a draw. But perhaps the real winner was still Barrett Walker.
"Hmpf! What a load of crap!" After bothering him all night, they only got this kind of answer, which made this group of young rascals unhappy.
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"Ha ha! I'm done with my work. I'm leaving. You guys can stay up all night!" Barrett Walker looked at the clock on the wall, and it was already six in the morning. He had to hurry and get a few hours of sleep, as he still had to attend a party in the evening. He set the glass down, untied the napkin from around his neck, wiped his hands and left.
"Ah! Barrett, don't go like this..."
"Don't leave! We're still growing, and we'll really lose sleep..."
"Ferg! Are you asleep?" Barrett Walker quietly asked at the office door.
"Come in! I'm not asleep yet!"
Barrett Walker opened the door, and smoke filled the room, like a fairyland. The smoke hit him in the face, making him back away repeatedly. After waiting for a while, he gathered his courage and stepped into the room. He saw Ferg Clair sitting behind the sofa, the coffee table full of cigarette butts. How many cigarettes had she smoked in a row to have this effect? Looking at the beauty hidden in the smoke, Barrett Walker asked softly, "Ferg, what's wrong?"
Ferg Clair looked up at Barrett Walker, a vague and hazy appearance through the smoke, causing her to freeze. She took a deep breath, almost swallowing the entire cigarette in her lungs. The feeling of numbness from the smoke washing over her lungs, calming her boiling emotions. She realized that the smoke was becoming ineffective. Smiling at Barrett Walker, she said, "What's the matter?"
"I want to take a day off tomorrow," Barrett Walker said, looking at Ferg Clair's despondent expression, feeling a bit embarrassed to ask for another day off after just one day. He pondered for a long time before speaking.
"What! Taking leave? Have you lost your mind? You disappeared without a word for so long, I didn't say anything and just deducted your double salary. I never expected you to dare to ask for leave," Barrett Walker's words were like a shot of adrenaline, transforming Claire Ferg from a despondent state into a rage. Her rough tone and constant swearing were like a Gatling machine gun, leaving Barrett Walker at a loss for words.
"Ferg! I just want to take a day off, tomorrow is my high school classmate's last gathering," Barrett Walker looked at his watch and realized it was already 6:30. If he continued talking, he wouldn't know when he could go home and sleep! He quickly interrupted, careful not to upset Ferg.
"No way! Forget it!" Ferg Claire responded loudly.
While Barrett Walker and Ferg Claire were discussing the leave, a woman appeared below Barrett Walker's capsule apartment. Her appearance was ten percent similar to Julia's, with casual ponytailed long hair, short shorts, and a tight T-shirt that accentuated her figure. This elegant woman in the slum area was bound to cause some commotion. However, the men who dared to flirt with her had already left, clutching their groins in pain. Although her appearance was identical to Julia's, she exuded a fierce aura.
Despite the foul stench of the slum area, she seemed to enjoy the environment abnormally. However, waiting for Barrett Walker to appear made her impatient. When another man walked by and whistled at her, she smiled and motioned for him to come closer. But before he could speak, a pair of pointed high heels struck him in the groin, and he fell to the ground in agony.
At that moment, it seemed as if one could hear the sound of eggs cracking on the ground as the man clutched his groin and collapsed. "Get lost! Don't bother me here!" she said fiercely to the man on the ground.
"Boss, it's her!" the man, clutching his groin, was about to leave when a group of people, armed with knives and clubs, pointed at the woman.
"Boss, don't be fooled by her, she's a lunatic!" the leader of the group pointed at her angrily.
"Attack! Anyone who dares to touch a member of the Shield Party, kill them!" Tonight, the Shield Party, led by Laxo Menel, was recruiting and flaunting their wealth, but unexpectedly, someone dared to harm their member. Even though it was just a minor member, it was a blatant insult to the Shield Party, especially by a woman. A large group of people quickly arrived at the scene with weapons, ready to confront her.
"I was just getting bored. Let me loosen up a bit!" The woman cracked her knuckles, making a sound like popping beans. Unafraid, she awaited the charging crowd. The men who had been beaten by her were crying for mercy, and it was truly a failed attempt on their part.
"I'm done with this. I'll go back to selling my pork. There's no future in being part of an underground gang," a young man said as he threw down his knife and cautiously removed the blood-stained borrowed suit. He looked at the bloodstains and felt helpless, knowing his cousin would probably kill him.
As they watched their comrades getting beaten, the leaders rushed to rally more men, but none of them were willing to face her. The intimidating group of over thirty people was now fleeing, leaving only a few injured men lying on the ground. The woman threw down her knife and, looking at her T-shirt, nodded in satisfaction and said, "Luckily, no blood got on it. Play dead now, and later I'll make you really dead, believe it or not!"
Watching the injured gang members groaning on the ground, she spoke angrily, causing the remaining men to flee in terror. At that moment, their old leg pains disappeared, and their hearts stopped racing.
"These bloodstains probably won't show, right?" She looked at the bloodstains on the ground and then at the gradually brightening sky.
Barrett Walker and Ferg Claire argued for a long time, and in the end, Barrett Walker compromised. As he left the bar, he couldn't help but curse Ferg Claire for being so harsh, deducting triple salary! This was unjust. But at least he was granted leave and needed to hurry home to sleep.
As he passed through the alley, Barrett Walker frowned at the bloodstains on the ground. Who was causing trouble now? He approached the only public facility, a dirty chair, and suddenly exclaimed to the sky, "Oh God! You finally showed mercy. You've given me an encounter with a beautiful woman!" Barrett Walker's exclamation in the quiet early morning drew the disapproval of the neighbors, who threw out leftover food and even some soiled undergarments from their windows.
Startled, Barrett Walker quickly shut his mouth and went to inspect the woman. From a distance, he could smell alcohol. He lifted the newspaper covering her and saw her huddled on the narrow bench. Seeing her face clearly, he felt as though something had seized his heart, giving him a suffocating sensation. He touched her head and felt it was cool.
"Why is your temperature so low? Are you catching a cold?" Barrett Walker said softly.
"Hey! Wake up, wake up!" Barrett Walker gently patted her face, but she was in a deep sleep. He was at a loss, smelling the alcohol on her body, wondering what had happened to her. "Alas! Can't the course of history be changed? What happened to you without me by your side?"
"Let's go! Let's go in and sleep," Barrett Walker's hand passed under her neck and behind her legs, and he felt her stiffen for a moment. Although he had never touched her in the previous life, he knew Julia's body was very sensitive. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Haha! Sleeping like a log, and still responsive!"
"He really does know Julia!" As she lay in Barrett Walker's arms, she had initially prepared to attack him, but the warmth emanating from him made her feel danger. She suppressed her killing intent. Although this was the perfect opportunity, for some reason, she felt curious about Barrett Walker. Perhaps he was the first man to see her beauty and not make a move in such a situation. She wanted to observe him a little longer.
"Alas! I didn't expect you to look so slim, yet be so heavy!" Barrett Walker placed her on the cool bed and stood by, watching her. After a while, he slowly leaned over.
"Hmph! I didn't expect all men to be the same," feeling Barrett Walker's increasingly closer body, she felt a strong heat coming towards her, and her hands clenched, her heart beating faster. She was ready for the fatal blow.
Barrett Walker did not realize how dangerous this woman, identical in appearance to Julia, was or how well she could conceal her murderous intent. He had no inkling as he crouched by the bedside, quietly observing her. As he looked at her familiar face, he felt besieged by countless memories. In the previous life, he had let her down, but in this life, their paths had finally crossed. There were countless possibilities, and the powerful inertia of history had once again turned back. His mind was filled with questions about why she was here.
"You're still so beautiful! You haven't changed at all. Wash your face and feet. There's no one here to change clothes for you, so make do!" Barrett Walker said, smelling the strong odor of alcohol, and then left with his toiletries.
This was a communal washing area, with a sink outside and a toilet inside. The strong stench of alcohol could be detected from a distance, indicating that Barrett Walker had become accustomed to this environment. He entered without any pretense, and despite the lack of hot water, the cold water supply throughout the year was quite consistent. The only thing missing was hot water, and as he looked at the dirty items in the washbasin, Barrett Walker frowned slightly, wondering who had used it without cleaning it properly.
The frigid cold water splashed on his face, instantly dispelling the drowsiness that had gripped him. His mind cleared considerably, and thoughts of Julia swiftly filled his mind. Why was she here, and why was she drunk? It immediately brought Mark Smith to mind. Had he succeeded again? Could the course of history not be altered? Some things inevitably happen, unchangeable?
At that moment, the narrow capsule apartment, which Barrett Walker recognized as Julia's, a woman opened her eyes. Her large, luminous eyes gazed at the ceiling, but she furrowed her brow slightly. This enchanting, unparalleled beauty had captivated the entire federation, yet was unable to captivate him?