El General Todopoderoso de Dragón

If fate granted Gideon a slim chance of escape, he would exploit the signal disruption as a pretext to search for the signal on his
own. Even if the British Lord reprimanded him, the worst that could happen was a punishment for leaving his post without
permission, which was relatively harmless!
Yet, as the lightning struck him like a thunderbolt, Gideon couldn’t help but be jolted by shock and fear. He had done everything
in his power to conceal himself, but in the end, the lightning found him.
This clearly showed the astonishing precision of Molie’s control over lightning!
In addition, it was clear to Gideon that his sole long-distance spell involved using the wooden sword’s blade, while Molie
possessed a spell that not only conjured an unseen blade resembling that of the wooden sword but also produced a blade that
descended straight from the skies.
His lightning rendered Gideon’s wooden sword useless, and his own lightning had nowhere to hide. If this continued, he would
undoubtedly be consumed by Jamie. The only option was to engage him in close combat!
With this realization, Gideon clenched his teeth and bellowed in a cold voice, “Boy! Today, either you perish or I do!”
Having spoken his piece, he infused his legs with reiki and swiftly employed the transformative shadow technique taught to him
by the British Lord. With a peculiar burst of speed, he propelled himself toward Molie like a spatial leap!
The greatest advantage of this technique lay in its unpredictable trajectory, making it difficult for the opponent to discern a
pattern. Not only did it make it challenging for the adversary to harm him, but it also afforded an opportunity to close the distance
between them.
Despite being at a disadvantage in terms of magical weaponry, Gideon firmly believed that with a physical body honed over
centuries and decades of refined reiki, once he closed in on Alder, that brat would be utterly incapable of opposing him!
However, just as he launched his attack on Molie with blistering speed, the young boy suddenly yelled, “Thunder strikes again!”
Then, with a thunderous boom, Gideon, who had just leaped a foot away, was struck by yet another blast of thunder!
The enormous power changed Gideon’s messy white hair into a puff of dust, while his ragged Taoist garments vanished, leaving
him wearing only a ripped pair of red boxers.

Molie gazed upon him, a sneer of contempt curling his lips. “You’re such a lecherous old man, over a century old and still
sporting those bloody red underpants. How shameless can you be?”
Though lightning had brought Gideon to the brink of death, he mustered the strength to hysterically retort, “You... you bastard! P-
Poor... poor... This is my humble birth year!”
“Birth year?” Molie’s brows furrowed in momentary confusion, then he smiled and remarked, “You’re so ancient, and you still
believe in that?”
Gideon gritted his teeth and replied, “Whether I believe it or not is none of your concern!”
As he spoke, Gideon’s mind raced.
He hadn’t anticipated that even with the transformative shadow technique, he would still be unable to elude Molie’s thunder! The
experience of being struck by lightning was excruciatingly painful.
The injuries and pain took a backseat to the main issue at hand, the overwhelming electric charge coursing through the storm,
causing his muscles to spasm involuntarily and his coordination to briefly
falter.
At that moment, Gideon comprehended that he was no match for Jamie.
At least not tonight!
Not only did he lag far behind Molie in terms of magical weaponry, but more critically, his experiment with the Thunder Strike
Wood two days prior had depleted a third of his aura in one fell swoop. Magical techniques devoured reiki at an accelerated rate,
and after enduring two lightning strikes, his chances of victory were non-existent!
With this realization, he made up his mind to escape as swiftly as possible!
In his estimation, Molie had already exposed his identity, as well as his magical weaponry and strength. Yet, with his
disadvantage in magical weaponry and inability to engage in close combat, victory tonight was out of reach. After reporting to the
British Lord, all that was left was to await the British Lord’s personal arrival and witness the end of Molie’s life!
So, following a series of violent convulsions, Gideon suddenly sprang upright with a swift somersault, landing on his feet. He
immediately unleashed two sword strikes toward Molie and took off in retreat!

His plan was to seize the opportunity of Molie’s distraction and flee.
Little did he know that although Molie hadn’t drawn near, he was attentively observing every move. Witnessing Gideon’s sword
strikes, quick turn, and subsequent flight, Molie wasted no time in pursuing him!
The sword edges loomed perilously close, but Molie had no intention of employing the soul-piercing blade to counter them. He
let out a resounding shout and channeled reiki around his body.
The reiki encased him, spiraling rapidly and conjuring a fierce gust of wind!
Molie swept through the surroundings, stirring up a maelstrom of sand, rocks, branches, and leaves. Just as the two sword
edges were poised to cleave into him, he clenched his fists and thrust them toward the air on both sides!
In an instant, two deafening explosions resounded as the sword edges disintegrated into dust beneath the force of Molie’s fists!
Meanwhile, Gideon, who was left with nothing but a pair of red underpants, had managed to put some distance between himself
and Jamie. Initially, he had fled frantically, his focus solely on escape. However, upon hearing those two explosions, an
unexpected glimmer of hope flickered within him!
These explosions were clearly distinct from the clash between the sword edges and the soul-piercing blade moments ago. They
resembled the sound produced when the sword edges struck a target’s body!
“Could it be... Could it be that Molie didn’t dodge my surprise attack?”
Overwhelmed with joy, Gideon entertained this notion. Subconsciously, he glanced back to ascertain whether Molie had been
wounded by the two swords. If that were the case, Gideon might have an opportunity to seize the momentum and pursue Molie
to claim his victory!
Yet, the moment he turned his head, he made a startling discovery—Molie’s sharp, merciless face was a mere two strides away!
Molie had caught up!
At that instant, terror seized Gideon’s heart, sending him into a panic. He instinctively turned to escape with every ounce of
strength he could muster. But from behind, he heard Molie shout once more, “Thunder is coming!”
In the next second, Gideon felt another bolt of lightning viciously strike the crown of his head!

His legs gave way, causing his body to lose balance in an instant. After staggering a few steps, he toppled helplessly to the
ground.
The thunder obliterated his red underpants, reducing them to powder. His hair disintegrated into ash, and his skin bore charred,
extensive burn marks!
Gideon dashed backwards about ten feet and somersaulted several times, until he came to a stop. He ended up less than ten
feet from Zeba, hidden in the shadows.
Upon witnessing Gideon’s disheveled state, Zeba instinctively shut her eyes, unable to bear the sight any longer.
Gideon, now seated on the grass with his naked rear, suddenly felt a surge of bitterness in his throat. He spat out a mouthful of
blood with a resounding wretch.
Though his injuries were not immediately fatal, his body teetered on the brink of collapse, akin to a weightlifter drained of all
strength. In his current state, he would be unable to muster any significant power for some time.
How could Gideon retain his former vigor now?
His limbs convulsed incessantly due to the electric current coursing through his body. Exposed and debilitated, he resembled a
despicable old pervert.
Moreover, his trembling hands released their grip on the wooden sword, which tumbled to the ground.
Observing Gideon’s pitiful appearance, Molie couldn’t help but contemplate, “Maria Clark claimed I was in grave danger, yet this
old dog is no match for me, could she have made a mistake?”
With that thought, he dismissed divination from his mind. Instead, he approached Gideon, gazing down upon him, and uttered
coldly, “When you murdered my parents twenty years ago, did you ever anticipate this day?”
Gideon stared at him, his expression vacant.
Molie stood before him, his unyielding countenance unchanged. He couldn’t discern any flicker of emotion, only an overwhelming
sense of dread and despair seeping into his heart.
For the first time in his century-long cultivation, Gideon faced the specter of death.

At that moment, an intuition gripped him tightly—he realized his century of practice might very well end at Molie’s hands.
Had the sins he committed twenty years ago, slaying Molie’s father, finally caught up to him, culminating in his own demise?!
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