Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 402: Yolanda Yoder VS Sergi And Diecisiete Yoder (Part 2)

Chapter 402: Yolanda Yoder VS Sergi And Diecisiete Yoder (Part 2)

Only after reaching adulthood and passing his tests could his children receive the other half of the martial arts and spiritual techniques.

Yolanda Yoder didn’t pass the test because before her test came, she was imprisoned because of her brother’s affair.

Even if she had passed the test, Raithwall Yoder wouldn’t have trusted her again and would have simply killed her with a single blow.

Yolanda Yoder didn’t care about the Yoder family’s advanced level spiritual techniques.

What she found ridiculous was that Raithwall Yoder, who was heartless and treacherous, lived his whole life in suspicion.

Even though he had many children, none of them truly cared for him.

Such a person would never have children shed tears for him even in death.

Diecisiete Yoder had intended to use Sergi Yoder to sneak attack Yolanda Yoder, but he hadn’t expected her to take the initiative to confront them, which made him anxious.

"Big brother, you’re not thinking of dealing with her alone, are you?"

This was already quite straightforward.

Sergi Yoder’s eyes narrowed, "How could I? Yolanda Yoder’s death will be the accomplishment of both of us brothers."

Diecisiete Yoder’s face brightened, "I knew big brother wouldn’t forget his young brother."

"Hahaha, Diecisiete Yoder, you’re not that naive, are you? Do you think Sergi Yoder would share the credit with you? What’s a brother? Is there such a thing in the Yoder family?"

Yolanda Yoder laughed, while the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Sergi Yoder’s expression remained calm, "Yolanda Yoder, trying to sow discord between us brothers, you’ve chosen the wrong time."

Diecisiete Yoder’s eyes flickered, "Indeed, big brother and I won’t believe your words."

Yolanda Yoder could easily see through their insincerity.

She sneered inwardly.

What brothers?

Even if she didn’t incite them, these two brothers would have harbored their own schemes long ago.

If it weren’t for the Cabanillas and Lawrence brothers nearby and the eagerness to claim the credit for killing her, they probably would have turned against each other long ago.

Yolanda Yoder glanced at Florentino Yoder, who was entangled by the Cabanillas and Lawrence brothers in the distance, feeling a little bit anxious.

She might have to stay here forever today, and it didn’t matter if she died, but Uncle Florentino couldn’t die.

If he died, Uncle Fernando would be very sad, and no one could protect him.

Raithwall Yoder would never let him go.

As for Amalia, her talent was indeed high, but she lacked time the most.

Her current strength was still insufficient.

Sergi Yoder and Diecisiete Yoder sandwiched her and forcing Yolanda Yoder to defend herself.

The wounds on her body grew more numerous.

Herdark clothes were soaked through with blood and visible to the eye.

Yolanda Yoder took a step back, her back hitting a tree and causing a momentary stiffness in her movements.

Diecisiete Yoder was right beside her, the shadows of his blade poised, ready to strike. With this blow, Yolanda Yoder could die by his hand, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

The glint of the blade reflected Yolanda Yoder’s unwillingness in her eyes.

A strike from a hidden angle hit him, unbeknownst to Diecisiete Yoder.

Only when the attack was close did Diecisiete Yoder sense the presence, his face turning pale.

"Someone’s attacking!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit by the strike.

He let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying.

The blood was spraying into the dew-laden grass and absorbed by the soil.

"Who?"

With the sudden turn of events, Sergi Yoder shouted as he closed in on Yolanda Yoder.

He could kill her immediately, and he was unwilling to let go of this opportunity.

The newcomer must be an enemy, their strength and numbers unknown.

Now was perhaps the only chance to kill Yolanda Yoder.

Suddenly, a faint shout came from behind, the voice somewhat ethereal.

Only a couple of words reached Sergi Yoder’s ears, and he seemed heard something.

He didn’t pay it any mind, as he didn’t sense the opponent’s presence nearby.

They might be a little bit further away, which was enough for him.

All the sword energy descended, it was the glaring light that containing immense power.

Just as it was about to strike Yolanda Yoder, her figure suddenly disappeared.

The large tree shattered, a black fist shadow piercing through and directly confronting the sword energy.

The two forces balanced for a few seconds, but the sword energy clearly couldn’t match the black fist shadow.

It quickly shattered and disappeared with a bang.

It then landed where Sergi Yoder had been standing.

Amidst the swirling black dust, Sergi Yoder’s disheveled figure was sent flying backward.

When he raised his head, an expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

He had actually been knocked back.

Could the newcomer be so powerful?

Could it be one of Florentino Yoder’s subordinates?

But as far as he knew, Florentino Yoder hadn’t brought any subordinates with him this time.

"Big brother, save me!"

Diecisiete Yoder’s voice of plea suddenly rang out.

In this brief exchange, Diecisiete Yoder, who had been knocked back by the stick shadow, had already been forced to exchange hundreds of blows with the opponent.

The opponent was particularly skilled at close combat, unlike Diecisiete Yoder, who only focused on practicing his long range spiritual technique.

Once engaged in close combat, many of his weaknesses were exposed to the opponent, and his movements were not as agile as before.

Sergi Yoder immediately looked over, his pupils shrinking when he saw Amalia, who was chasing after Diecisiete Yoder.

"It’s you!"

Amalia and Kenny Lin had originally planned to rush back to Twilight Abyss Waters to assess the situation.

Unexpectedly, they encountered Yolanda Yoder, who was besieged by the Yoder family, on the way.

Yolanda Yoder was clearly struggling, so Amalia had to intervene.

Upon hearing Sergi Yoder recognize her, Amalia remained unfazed.

Ninety percent of the stick shadows fell on Diecisiete Yoder.

Finally unable to hold on, Diecisiete Yoder’s knees buckled, and he fell to the ground with a thud.