You are unaware of how many talented individuals exist in this world. Therefore, maintaining a low profile is the best approach, just like Shadow Dread does. He never dares to claim himself as the strongest in the world, always retaining a sense of awe in his heart.

"Junior brother, I hope you won't be too badly injured." Stuart Buzer silently prayed for Bidegla, no longer speaking but carefully observing the battle.

Bidegla's strength has only reached the peak of external force, without entering the realm of internal force. Therefore, watching others fight is quite beneficial for him.

Only by integrating the strengths of various schools of thought is it possible to comprehend what truly belongs to oneself. This is the reason for humanity's continuous progress.

Bang!

Clotilda Pag once again sent Bidegla flying, leaving him completely helpless against her. If the strength levels were equal, Clotilda Pag's motionless stance would invite a beating, making it truly strange not to be turned into a pig's head.

The ground trembled fiercely, causing the hearts of those around to tremble in unison.

Having been sent flying several meters twice, Bidegla's ability to stand back up truly widened their eyes. His vitality is truly terrifying.

Seeing Bidegla in such a sorry state not far away, both Jennie Laura and Tamma Jones wore worried expressions. Jennie Laura's eyes were even brimming with tears, completely moved by Bidegla.

She now wishes she could replace Bidegla in suffering.

"Come at me again."

It felt as if a heavy stone had been placed on his chest, but Bidegla did not give up. Once again, he charged forward.

Giving up is not in Bidegla's nature. As long as he has a bit of strength left, he will not surrender. It is precisely because of this indomitable spirit that many people fear him.

It is not scary for a person to fall. What's truly frightening is if they can never get back up again. Bidegla can lose, but it's also important that he can't get back up.

"Are you still able to fight?" Watching Bidegla charge at him again, Clotilda Pag's expression was somewhat surprised. He was fully aware of the extent of his own strength just now, enough to break through a wall. But now, not only could Bidegla still fight, he hadn't even coughed up any blood. This truly astonished him.

The two of them once again fought fiercely, but the outcome was clear. Bidegla once again sent Clotilda Pag flying, the disparity in their strengths too obvious.

This time, Bidegla wasn't as lucky as the previous two times. The immense pressure on his chest caused him to spew a mouthful of blood, finally feeling some relief.

"Bidegla, please stop fighting." Seeing Bidegla coughing up blood, Jennie Laura shouted out. If Stuart Buzer hadn't stopped her, she would have rushed in.

"Come at me again." It was as if Bidegla hadn't heard Jennie Laura's words. He wiped the blood from his mouth and charged forward once more.

"Still able to fight?" This time, Clotilda Pag was truly shocked. Bidegla was clearly no match for him, yet he was enduring severe injuries and still choosing to fight. Was he intent on throwing his life away?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several times in a row, Bidegla was sent flying by Clotilda Pag, smashing the expensive floor tiles into pieces.

At this moment, if the people of the June Sword Sect had not left, they would surely have cheered loudly.

"Come again." In the horrified gazes of everyone, Bidegla wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and once again got up from the ground.

Is this still a human being? Already so badly wounded, yet still determined to rise and fight. At this moment, many people could not bear to see Bidegla fall again.

Is it not enough to admit defeat? As the saying goes, as long as there are hills, there will be firewood to burn. How can Bidegla persist like this?

"Please, don't fight anymore." Watching Bidegla, Jennie Laura sobbed uncontrollably, becoming a veritable weeping person.

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"That kid, if you hit him again, I will have to destroy the sect." At this point, Tamma Jones also shouted angrily, visibly upset.

"Master, look at how our junior brother looks, should we...?" Stuart Buzer spoke up beside Shadow Dread, unable to bear to see Bidegla continue to fight.

"Let him continue." Stuart Buzer was interrupted by Shadow Dread before he could finish speaking, his tone very harsh.

"With me here, he will not die."

"It's like he's the invincible cockroach." Seeing Bidegla attacking again, Clotilda Pag also felt her heart pounding.

Although Bidegla's strength was not on par with his, his indomitable spirit was truly astonishing.

He is truly playing with his own life, is he not afraid of death?

Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of impacts continued as Bidegla was repeatedly sent flying, blood staining his clothes red, a shocking sight.

"Brother, just admit defeat already, I'm not playing anymore." Seeing Bidegla get up from the ground again, Clotilda Pag also said with a bitter expression.

"As long as I'm not dead, as long as I have strength, I can continue to fight." Suddenly, Bidegla grinned.

But with his face covered in fresh blood, his smile looked so grim, so panic-inducing.

His steps were already somewhat unsteady, let alone fighting, even walking seemed a bit wobbly, as if he could fall to the ground at any moment.

"I give up." Hearing Bidegla's words, Clotilda Pag's expression grew more bitter, though he had never considered taking Bidegla's life to win this victory.

If Bidegla died, he would probably die too. He was really afraid of Bidegla now.

Still having the strength to fight, if you die, then I will also pay with my life, Clotilda Pag lamented in his heart.

But now he could not afford to think much, because he saw Bidegla's speed suddenly increase at this moment, so fast that he couldn't even see Bidegla's movements clearly.

Having suffered such serious injuries, he was still able to unleash this terrifying speed. How did he manage it?

Clotilda Pag's eyes widened, and a storm of shock and horror surged in his heart. But as soon as this thought settled in his mind, he suddenly felt a violent rush of wind, and then felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a huge truck, his whole body flew back and crashed into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, with several ribs broken.

"I...I give up." Clotilda Pag didn't understand why Bidegla had suddenly become so powerful, but just now, his punch was probably even stronger than his own.

He was unaware of how Bidegla had managed to achieve it, but now that he had been sent flying by Bidegla, he had already failed. His superior strength was undeniable, but now he had been bested by Bidegla. The victor and the vanquished were clear for all to see.

It was truly rare to see someone in the middle stage of External Power make a person in the late stage of External Power cough up blood.

"Admit defeat," Bidegla said, looking at Clotilda Pag, whom he had sent flying, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Just now, he had no idea what was happening. He felt as though his body was filled with an unimaginable power that needed to be released in this manner.

He had emerged victorious in this battle, but it was a narrow victory, as the injuries he sustained were actually far more severe than those of Clotilda Pag. His ability to continue fighting was entirely due to an indomitable will supporting him.

If he had harbored thoughts of failure from the outset, he would likely not have been able to get back up.

He had won both battles and had not brought shame to his sect. Thinking of this, Bidegla finally relaxed completely. His mission was accomplished, and he could now rest.

But just as Bidegla relaxed, a great sense of life-and-death crisis suddenly appeared in his mind, causing all the pores on his body to stand on end.

This crisis was so intense that it made him feel as though his heart had stopped beating at that moment.

Whoosh!

As if a flash of white light had passed, a figure, moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, charged toward Bidegla. Even Shadow Dread and the others were too late to react and intervene.

Plop!

The sound of a knife piercing flesh rang out. Bidegla's shoulder had a gleaming, icy blade lodged in it, and the tip of the knife had already emerged from his back, completely piercing his entire shoulder.

Standing in front of Bidegla at that moment was a person with a deathly pale complexion. Bidegla's other hand was gripping the person's neck tightly, lifting him up.

It was only because of Bidegla's quick reaction that he managed to avoid being stabbed in the heart. But even so, he had suffered immense damage.

Looking at the person he had captured, Bidegla's face twisted into a grim smile. He had finally recognized who this person was—it was the young assassin who had recently visited him at Bamboo City No. 1 and had delivered a letter to him. A killer sent by the heavens!

Originally, Bidegla thought he would be assassinated at home, but he didn't expect the assassin to seize such a good opportunity, almost taking his life.

The opponent was really adept at choosing the right moment, choosing to strike when Bidegla was at his weakest and had just relaxed, making him powerless to react.

If not for Bidegla's heightened senses, he might have already been a dead man at this moment.

"You shouldn't have come," Bidegla said, smiling cruelly at the young assassin he had captured.

"I failed to take your life, that was my mistake, so you don't need to act," the assassin suddenly smiled, and then black blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and he breathed his last.

"Ah!"

Seeing that someone had actually died, there was a panic among the people around them, and they scattered in all directions, frightened out of their wits.

These were all people of high standing, and the fact that someone had died here had them trembling with fear.

After dropping the lifeless assassin on the ground, Bidegla ruthlessly pulled the blade out of his shoulder, and blood flowed from his wound, staining his clothes an even deeper shade of red.

Upon arriving before Shadow Dread, Bidegla knelt and said, "Master, I have completed the task."

"Hmm," Shadow Dread nodded heavily, then stooped down and made a few gestures over Bidegla's body, before instructing Stuart Buzer, "Take him away."

"Yes," Stuart Buzer responded, feeling quite shaken. There were hidden assassins here, nearly claiming Bidegla's life. It was not safe for him to remain in this chaotic place.