I Am Really The Best Anti Hero In Another World!-System Of Anti Hero! novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 - Flames That Consume All

The men exchanged quick glances, each giving a subtle nod before charging at the girl with swords raised. One blade slipped silently past Noah’s back and aimed straight for her. But catching it out of the corner of her eye, the woman sprang up and turned to intercept.

Her weight worked against her, though, and she crumpled to her knees as a sword pierced her heart from behind.

"AUNT!!" Ting screamed, jolting to her feet.

At her cry, Fusu struck in a heartbeat. With an open palm he spun a devastating blow that whipped the air into a vortex. Anticipating the strike, the attacker dropped his sword and raised both arms to block—only for Fusu’s strike to wrench his arms, shatter his ribs, and obliterate his internal organs. The force hurled him spinning through the wall, where he slammed into a nearby tree.

’What the hell...?!’ Noah thought. Ting’s scream drew his eyes to the fallen woman—her body pierced by the blade.

Noah leapt up, shoving his chair back. Unwittingly he cut the attacker’s legs with the chair’s backrest, throwing him off balance—what could have been a fatal blow to Ting instead nicked her arm.

Seeing the wound, Ting stumbled back in terror into Noah’s arms. The attacker, furious at the disruption, raised his sword and growled,

— Damn it...

But then his partner shouted, "Focus!" as he wrestled with Ting’s uncle—disarmed, yet gripping the man’s sword barehanded. The attacker thought:

’Bare hands...?! So he really was telling the truth... This really is a suicide mission...!’

Moments later, with a swift slash, the man cut deeply into Noah’s abdomen. Though Noah tried to dodge, the table at his back and Ting clinging to his arm left him trapped. The attacker pressed on toward the girl as Noah’s blood dripped steadily from the blade’s tip.

Leaning on the table’s edge and pressing his hand to the wound, Noah was momentarily speechless—getting sliced like that by someone else’s blade made him furious, but there was no time for anger. He scanned the area, vision flickering between clarity and blur, searching for a way out as warm blood trickled between his fingers.

Even with her own life on the line, Ting couldn’t help but worry about a young man she’d just met and her long-absent aunt. Still, as a First Stage Tempered-Body cultivator, she knew she was leagues below the man before her—and she had to stay focused.

When the assailant closed in, the blade saturated with potent Qi aimed at her shoulder, her uncle shouted,

— STOP!!

Unfazed, the attacker slowly raised his sword and advanced. Ting wanted to flee or dodge, but her legs wouldn’t obey; closing her eyes, she seemed to accept her fate.

Desperate, her uncle pleaded,

— I’ll double what was promised! Triple... No, four times more! Step away from her now!

Seeing his words had no effect, he wrapped his hand in Qi and lunged to block the strike, hoping to end the fight swiftly. It was futile. The blade cleaved his defense hand in two—gritting his teeth, only his thumb remained.

Yet that sacrifice wasn’t in vain. The instant the man paused after his blow, Fusu channeled a massive surge of Qi into his other fist and punched the attacker through the chest. The man went flying, crashing into the wall.