?Reading on mobile phone Compared to the massive black bat, Isabella was truly a white angel symbolizing light and justice. Eight Zero E-book Both of them moved swiftly, and Qin Feng could only clearly see their actions when he got close. Thud… Their fists collided with a tremendous sound, sending both of them flying backward. Ramos had blood trickling from his mouth, while Isabella gasped for breath—neither of them had gained an advantage. "Since we are both of the bloodline, why do you oppose me?" Ramos shouted. "That's absurd—can't members of the same family fight each other?" the female officer said coldly. "According to your theory, shouldn't you also be my opponent?" Ramos' eyes blazed red. "I see now—you're of the European bloodline, and always look down upon us American bloodline members!" The female officer was momentarily stunned, but quickly grasped the point. When Europeans first migrated en masse to the United States, some of the native bloodline families who struggled to establish themselves joined the migration wave. Over two centuries of development, they evolved into a distinct group. Though they couldn't match the European bloodline in strength, they had become a force that could no longer be ignored. To the European bloodline, the American bloodline were originally seen as mere survivors who had fled in desperation—thus, they held them in low regard. Despite sharing the same roots, the two groups rarely developed close ties. "Then what?" Isabella coldly replied. "I never thought the American bloodline would end up serving as mere watchdogs, let alone joining killer organizations—this is truly embarrassing!" "Ugly woman, dare you look down on me? I'll kill you!" Ramon, a man of pride, couldn't bear such contempt. The beautiful instructor smiled. "You're not up to it, Ramon. I'm not saying I don't respect you—quite the contrary, I just think you simply aren't capable." Ramos roared skyward, and suddenly a lightning bolt struck him squarely on the face. If he hadn't been looking up, the strike would have missed entirely. Qin Da-Shao, watching from the side, thought this to himself. Crack! Ramos's legs lifted off the ground and he crashed down heavily onto the grass several dozen meters away, his body scorched black in multiple places, his remaining hair standing rigidly upright—like an old broom that had seen many years of use. "Who attacked me?" he jumped up and shouted. "Sorry, it was me," Qin Feng smiled, appearing in the sky on the soles of his flying sword, exuding a serene, celestial aura. With a concerned tone, he asked, "Shasha, are you all right?" The beautiful instructor replied, "I'm fine. This man is just strong—he has no other skills. By the way, have you settled the matter inside?" "All taken care of." "He replied, 'All except one have been killed. It seems a bit of a mess on your side. Why don't I help you? Let's take this stinking bat down together!' Seeing that both of them treated him as if he were transparent air, and with the pyramid already stripped bare, Ramos grew increasingly angry. He shook his tattered coat vigorously, leaping high into the air and charging straight at Qin Feng. 'Watch out,' Isabel cautioned. 'I've noticed that all along,' said Qin, the young lord, lifting his foot slightly and sending his flying sword soaring toward Ramos. Due to the sword's superior speed, Ramos had to shift from offense to defense, raising his arms to let the blade strike them. A sharp metallic clash rang out—Ramose's arms remained unharmed, yet the force of the blow sent him staggering, losing his balance and crashing to the ground, his feet fully sinking into the earth. 'A practitioner from the Chinese Daoist tradition,' he frowned, his brow creased." "Stinky bat, I must say you've got sense—knowing my background. Well, since you've now seen my strength, why not surrender? Though you may not look impressive, I do need someone to clean the restrooms at home. I'll have to make do and assign you that task. I won't expect much—just clean all the bathroom fixtures better than you are white, and you'll be fine!" The beautiful officer chuckled. "Hmph! You're a pest, a true Chinese—now you're asking for it!" He launched himself into the air once more. Especially the ranks of Marquis, Count, and Viscount—these were entirely earned through strength and perseverance, while the titles of Duke and Earl might have been inherited. "If you want to eliminate Xiao Feng, you'll first have to ask me for permission," decided the beautiful instructor, adopting Qin's suggestion and uniting forces to confront Ramon. Thud... Pfft... Under the combined assault, Ramon was hit repeatedly. Qin's attacks not only varied constantly but also incorporated many unexpected tactics—such as the routine, even unrefined, frontal assaults. Such methods often proved effective, even if they didn't directly strike the opponent, as they kept the enemy on edge and created opportunities for Isabella. Ramon tumbled head over heels, landing with a solid dog-lick, his face contorted and twisted—indeed, only those who suffer the most truly understand what it means to feel pain. He rose and fled immediately. Staying here to endure further attacks once he realized he couldn't win was nothing short of foolish. Though she'd surely face a good scolding upon returning, it would still be better than losing her life. There was no way she could escape. Isabel rushed after her immediately, forcing Ramírez to alter his escape route—something he never expected, since Qin had already made his decision and was waiting right there. A binding spell. Specifically, an intermediate-level binding spell, the smoke from the incantation precisely landing on him. Ramírez was amazed to find himself rapidly losing control over his body, eventually adopting the posture of a runner in motion—though the scene was frozen in place. Qin Feng smiled, clapped his hands, and said to the beautiful officer, "Hand it over to you—deal?" "An honor," she replied, nodding, then stepped forward with graceful, unhurried strides toward Ramírez, her snow-white hands gently playing with her sharp dagger. "American bloodline, isn't it? You've finally fallen to me and Xiao Feng, haven't you? I know you're not satisfied." "She smiled with deep intention: 'Go complain to Death itself, and hope it shows compassion for your plight!' With that, she casually drew a slash and then turned to leave. Ramos remained motionless, his eyes wide as cow's eggs. Suddenly, a strip resembling a red line appeared on his neck, which then expanded and thickened until it became a bleeding wound."