Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 578 - 352: Blood Spilled on the Long Street

The process of crossing the river was tedious. After a long queue at the border inspection and paying sum after sum of crossing fees, it was already late at night with the full moon hanging high by the time they reached the city.

It seemed that during the border inspection, he was recognized, and Losa soon sensed someone secretly watching.

He looked up at the moonlight and sighed softly, "The weather is really terrible today."

The full moon was high, and the stars were shining bright; by all appearances, it wasn't terrible weather at all.

But Lavinia understood the meaning in Losa's words.

The full moon night enhances the combat power of the Wolf Race, and the enhancement pure-blooded Wolf Race receive is far greater than what two half-bloods like them would get.

Horse hooves splashed mud around.

Milan, like Turin, mostly consisted of dirt or gravel roads in the city center.

The muddy slush left by melted snow was churned into furrows by horses and carriages, filled with watery mud, ready to splash both riders if a horse stepped in carelessly.

Fortunately, it was late by then.

The streets were almost empty, and the two proceeded unhindered.

Lavinia suddenly warned, "Be careful."

At the intersection ahead, a man in a black trench coat, unarmed, appeared out of nowhere. Despite the distance of several dozen meters, the aura of dread emanating from him was palpable.

"The roadblock is here."

"We have to get through this."

Losa and Lavinia pulled on the reins, tying their horses to the posts beneath the eaves of a roadside house.

"Losa from Saluzzo, Lavinia from Bologna?"

The man questioned.

Losa retorted, "Has the Sassari Family gotten so unprofessional that they can't even match faces with their targets?"

The man laughed coldly, not taking Losa seriously at all. Their intelligence had mentioned that Losa was merely a Centurion proficient in some flame magic, formidable but not extraordinary.

In the Great Arena, Losa's fight with the giant initially captivated the audience.

But once the Holy Spear appeared, no one could see Losa clearly anymore.

No one associated Losa with the Holy Spear; wolf races are dark creatures that can't wield holy light. It's an ironclad rule, like water flowing downhill or apples falling to the ground, that no one can defy.

Nevertheless, many started suspecting some secret connection between the Saluzzo Family or Losa and the Knight of Radiance. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Lavinia, have you really thought this through, diving into these muddy waters? This isn't Turin or Bologna."

Lavinia, although not well-known, upon careful investigation, her extraordinary strength became apparent, veritably making her unlike any average Centurion, thus making her the dominant figure in the Sassari Family's eyes.

Losa chuckled, "But it's certainly not Sassari, or Sardinia… Oh, I nearly forgot, Sardinia hasn't been your territory for a while now."

"Sharp-tongued!"

The leading Centurion's face flashed with anger. He was among the original members of the Sassari Family, a family that, at present, seemed prosperous, like flames cooking oil, yet had become a puppet.

In the internal family meetings, they had been completely marginalized.

Otherwise, they shouldn't be behaving so disgracefully, like an inexperienced small family.

Losa said nothing but was already on high alert; his ordinary fighting strength reached the level of an elite Centurion, yet against this opponent, he held no advantage.

Though the Holy Spear, with its holy light, was evidently a bane to the Wolf Race.

He dared not use it lightly, though.

A considerable number of eyes likely watched from behind the residential buildings, unknown to him.

This wasn't like the Great Arena, where the audience was mostly ordinary people lacking the discernment to see the holy light's origin from Losa. If he dared wield the Holy Spear, even if he won tonight, he'd surely end up hunted to death by the Wolf Race.

Then again, if it meant death, so be it.

But then, this battle record would be in vain.

Suddenly, an urgent sound of footsteps erupted from the rooftops and street corners.

Silhouettes emerged atop the roofs.

A prolonged wolf howl pierced through.

With clothes tearing apart, gray wolves, brown wolves, and black wolves of differing coat colors stood up, numbering roughly ten pure-blooded Wolf Race members!

Lavinia, under the gaze of those fierce, bloodthirsty eyes, felt a bit anxious, her voice a touch bitter as she whispered, "Sassari really went all out. There are four Centurions alone."

"The more nouveau riche they are, the more they want to seize every opportunity to flaunt their strength, believing it to be a means of suppressing all dissent with thunderous force."

Losa's voice carried blatant mockery, "Pity, in this whole family, they can't even find a few pure-blooded Wolf Race members with matching coats; it's as if every woman of the Sassari Family has been unfaithful."

The absurdity of it was akin to a big black man shoulder-to-shoulder with an Eastern man, shouting at the other side, "A Black Dragon is still a dragon."

The werewolves advanced slowly, their bloodthirsty eyes growing brighter.

On a full moon night, werewolves typically gain a 30% boost in power, and prodigies like Bloodthirsty Mad Wolf Vento can gain up to 50%. In their view, dealing with Losa and Lavinia was no challenge at all.

"You, a half-breed mongrel born from mingling with humans, dare to boast so brazenly?"

One werewolf said coldly.

Losa counted on his fingers, feigned amazement, and said, "Ah, I heard that your Sassari Family's Clan Leader of this generation is also a half-breed."

"Courting death!"

Unable to hold back any longer, one werewolf charged forward.

His strength originally fell a bit short of a Centurion, ranking strong among elite Corner fighters, but transformed and with the full moon's bonus, he considered himself almost on par with a Centurion.

Taking down Losa, an up-and-coming Centurion pretender, shouldn't pose a problem.

Just as Lavinia was about to act, the blood within Losa surged forth, and as Bloodfall activated, his whole being seemed to become an afterimage, rushing to meet the oncoming werewolf.

"Divine Speed!"

A decree descended upon Losa, accelerating his already formidable speed even further.

The two crossed paths, stopping back to back.

A loud thud echoed.

The werewolf with power close to that of a Centurion knelt with a thud, his head rolling off, and a mirror-smooth wound gushed forth a fountain of blood, dyeing his gray fur a ghastly red.

"Foolish and reckless! Death is too kind for such a fool. All together, finish them off!"

The Wolf Race wasn't known for knightly conduct; over ten werewolves surged up, sealing Losa and Lavinia's fate in anyone's eyes.

From the second floor of a roadside residence.

A Centurion from the Saluzzo Family sighed as he silently observed the scene.

"Miss really has an eye for talent."

"What a waste of such a promising sapling."

Confronted with such a predicament, Losa only grew calmer.