Chapter 573

Chapter 573 Object Manipulation “Is that it?” As Donald drew a circle in the air, the floating bullets made a one-eighty turn. “You’re a Quattuor Stella Warrior!”

Terrified, Svein attempted to hide behind Hamish, but Donald had already fired the bullets forward with a snap of his fingers. In the blink of an eye, Svein and the other four were peppered by bullets until mush was all that remained of them. “Mr. Hamish… save me…”

Svein reached out toward Hamish while lying in a pool of blood. He didn’t understand why the latter didn’t shield them from the barrage of bullets.

As a Mortal Realm expert, he could’ve saved us if he wanted to. “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands.” A silver glint flashed past, and Svein’s wrist was severed while a bloody cut appeared on his neck.

Donald’s eyes narrowed upon realizing that Hamish’s weapon of choice was blades. Even until his death, Svein never understood why Hamish wanted him dead. Nonetheless, Donald was cognizant that a young genius like Hamish would only view someone like Svein with disdain.

“This is such a pleasant surprise. I didn’t expect the piece of trash the Campbell family kicked out to be a Quattuor Stella Warrior.”

Visibly thrilled, Hamish added, “I’m sure you must have made unbelievable sacrifices to get where you are. Just the thought of destroying all your efforts alone is making me tremble in excitement.”

As Hamish pointed his finger at Donald, a semi-circle shield that was formed entirely with blades appeared behind him.

Object manipulation was a basic ability of experts from the Mortal Realm. To be able to control an object at will was a testament to the user’s tremendous mental energy and strength.

An ordinary expert from the Mortal Realm couldn’t manipulate more than three items at a single time, as each additional item exacted a heavy mental toll on the user.

Consequently, Hamish’s ability to form a shield wall with a large number of blades was more than just an impressive display of his ability to wield a large number of objects.

The tightness of the formation—evident from the glistening metal without any gaps in between—

showcased his skill in maintaining the blades in their respective positions.

Unfazed by Hamish’s exhibition of his prowess, Donald sneered, “Fancy but futile.”

The moment Hamish opened the five fingers of his right palm, the blades forming the shield wall flew away in every direction, disappearing from Donald’s sight as if they were hiding on purpose.

Nevertheless, Donald was well aware that the blades were not hidden. Instead, they had turned in a horizontal plane where all one could see from the front was a narrow line. Therefore, when the blades flew around at high speeds, one couldn’t spot them with the naked eye, creating the illusion that they had disappeared.

Once again, Donald put up his transparent shield, but it didn’t even last more than a second—it was destroyed the moment the blades made contact.

Left without a choice, Donald leaped back in rapid retreat. Unfortunately, his speed was still no match for that of the blades which instantaneously sliced his outfit all over.

“What now, you piece of trash? Are you going to continue being stubborn?” Hamish gloated.

Truth be told, his blades could fly at an even faster speed. It was just that he enjoyed toying with his prey.

As Donald hid behind a pillar, Hamish’s blades paused their attacks after losing track of their target.

However, Hamish was capable of using the blades to seal all of Donald’s escape routes before he gradually walked up toward the pillar.

“Do you think you’re safe hiding back there? If I had wanted you dead, hiding behind a tank would make no difference.”

No sooner had Hamish spoken than he felt a sudden yet strange aura being exuded from behind the pillar.