I was Sold at the Lowest Price in My Class, However My Personal Parameter is the Most Powerful

Chapter 480:

C480: I'll deal with it / Jean

After hearing Luca's story, I saw my father one more time.

This would probably be the last time I would see my father. Although it may be meaningless to meet with my father, who does not recognize me now, I thought it was necessary in order to put my feelings into perspective.

My father seemed to have already forgotten that we had met earlier, and I did not dare to tell him I was his son. I pretended that he was my teacher when I was eight years old, and we had a casual talk about the old days. That was all, but I felt more refreshed than I had expected.

In direct contradiction to my refreshed feelings, my anger toward Bouddargas family for killing my brother and ruining our family is amplified. It seems that I still need to settle things with my former best friend.

After a conversation, which may be the last conversation I ever have with my father, I bid farewell to Luca and decided to return to Musashi but as I expected on our way back, we were ambushed on an empty street.

The masked group that appeared had at least twenty members. They quickly formed a formation around us with sophisticated movements that even I, an amateur, can confirm that they are skilled.

As expected, even the master of swordsmanship, Sword Saint, would have difficulty dealing with this number of people while protecting me. However, he said to me with a cool expression on his face, "Jean, stay behind me.

As I was told, I moved to a close enough distance behind Sword Saint. Seeing this, he nodded broadly and held his hand on the hilt of his sword in a ready stance.

From there, a strange scene unfolded. The moment the masked men approached us, they fell one after another.

The distance between the masked men and us was not right, even if they were fighting the Sword Saint since they were falling down at a distance that his sword could not reach.

Wait!

The masked leader of the group shouted. Normally, assassins do not speak, but communicate their intentions by signaling each other, but the manner in which they were beaten was so bizarre that they could not help but speak out. The leader of the group let out a startled groan.

The masked people stopped, but the chain of collapses did not stop. Clearly, the area where they were falling was expanding. Seeing their allies falling more and more, the surviving masked men began to flee but this time they failed and not a single person managed to escape.

The leader of the group is alive. Let's hear what he has to say.

After all the masked men fell, the Sword Saint said, "I'll ask him a few questions.

As we approached the leader, he grunted and moved slightly. He certainly seems to be alive. I don't think he will talk easily, but I will try to get some information out of him.