Strongest Family System

Chapter 67: The Osborn Bloody Victory



Robert's eyes burnt as he watched his father stagger under Billy Walker's sudden strike. Blood trailed from John Osborn's mouth, scarlet against the pale of his beard. The sight hollowed something inside Robert.

His fingers clenched tighter around his dual swords until the leather wrappings cut into his palms. Rage, bitter and sharp, flooded through him.

For the first time, he understood true helplessness. His father—the pillar of their clan, the man who never once bent his back to any foe—had been forced to his knees.

And above them floated the smiling enemy of their ruin.

Billy Walker's aura rippled across the battlefield, suffocating, oppressive, and drowning the forest in shadow. Warriors below faltered mid-strike, both James and Osborn alike staring upward at the intruder. His voice, calm and cold, sliced through the air:

"You have wasted my time. Today, the Osborns will vanish. Not one of you will leave these forests alive."

The name Billy Walker echoed across the battlefield, carried by fearful whispers.

Even hardened Osborn warriors paled. They knew of the Walker clan—an ancient power from beyond the Magical City, a force so high above them that it belonged to another sky entirely. For such a man to step into their struggle… It was no longer a clan war. It was an annihilation.

John wiped the blood from his mouth, rising to his full height despite the tremor in his arms. His sword tip leveled at Billy, his voice steady though his face was pale.

"So. The Walker clan stoops to meddle in the quarrels of small clans? Is this your honor, Billy Walker?"

Billy's eyes narrowed. "Honor? That word belongs to those strong enough to define it. To me, you are insects. And insects have no business asking questions."

His aura surged again, pressing like a mountain. All around, Osborn warriors staggered, choking on the sheer weight of it.

Robert's teeth ground together. His system pulsed suddenly in his mind, a cold chime breaking through the suffocating despair:

[Quest Generated: Eliminate all members of the James Clan and Billy Walker. Reward: 100,000 system points.]

The words flashed, burning brightly behind his eyes. A reward of that scale—it was beyond anything he had seen before. Enough to catapult him, his clan, and maybe even the entire Osborn line into new heights. Despite the fear, something inside him steadied. This is it. This is the turning point.

Robert's gaze flickered to the shadow at the edge of the forest.

The Shadow Reaper. His hidden blade. His final card.

It is time.

Above, Billy raised his hand again, power condensing into a spear of condensed aura. The very air shrieked as it formed. John braced, his sword trembling under the crushing force.

But before the strike could fall, another presence swept across the battlefield—cool, vast, commanding. The forest itself seemed to bow before it.

A ripple of grey mist spread, and with it, a figure descended from the clouds.

Elder Delvin of the Grey Shadow Hall.

The battle came to a halt, with every pair of eyes now focused on him.

His robes whispered like the wind before a storm, while his expression was unreadable. He hovered at the edge of the conflict, gaze sweeping over the battered Osborns, the raging James clan, and the smirking Walker elder.

Robert's heart leapt with a flash of hope. Delvin simply shook his head, a hint of weariness in his expression.

"So even great clans from beyond meddle in the Magical City," he murmured. "What a shame."

His voice carried no anger, only quiet disapproval, as though he were an old cultivator disappointed in reckless children. But his silence afterwards was worse. He did not draw his blade. He did not move to aid. He simply… Watched.

Robert's jaw tightened. If even Delvin refused to intervene, then no salvation would come from outside. The Osborn clan had only themselves.

And Robert was down to his last card to play.

He looked back toward the forest's edge, where shadows thickened unnaturally. In the depths of his thoughts, a command echoed, one that only he had the power to give.

Come out.

The air shifted. A pressure unlike any before rippled outward, dark yet calm, suffocating yet controlled. Every warrior on the battlefield froze as the forest shadows seemed to gather in one place.

Then—he appeared.

A figure cloaked in black, his face hidden beneath a hood, a long blade resting in his hand. He did not descend with noise or spectacle. He simply was, stepping out of the shadows as if he had always been there.

The aura he released was overwhelming. Not wild like Billy's, but sharp, precise—like a blade unsheathed, pressing against every throat present.

Even seasoned elders gasped at its weight.

Billy stiffened. His smug smile slipped away as he noticed the newcomer standing there.

His voice came low, for the first time edged with something close to unease.

"Who… are you?"

The black figure's head tilted, his hood turning toward Robert. For a fleeting moment, Robert saw the gleam of something cold and merciless beneath the veil.

Robert inhaled sharply, then shouted, his voice cutting through the stunned silence:

"Kill them. Every last James member. And the man in the sky."

The black figure nodded once, slow and deliberate. Then he moved.

Faster than sight, faster than thought.

One instant, he was standing still; the next, he was before Billy Walker, blade already arcing upward.

Billy snapped, throwing his full, powerful punch forward, crimson energy erupting in a tidal wave. But the shadow's blade cleaved straight through it, splitting the aura like fragile glass.

The impact resounded like thunder. Billy's body was thrown backward through the sky, his robes torn, blood splattering the air. He caught himself midair, face twisting with fury.

"You dare?! Do you know who I am? The Walker clan will pursue you across the continents if you kill me! They will erase your name from the earth!"

The black figure said nothing. He raised his blade again.

Billy roared, unleashing his full strength. A storm of crimson slashes filled the heavens, each one strong enough to tear apart lesser cultivators. The forest below cracked and wailed under the force.

But the shadow moved like death itself. Every strike Billy unleashed was cut down, broken apart, and nullified by a single clean stroke.

Then, with a blur too swift to follow—

The blade pierced Billy's chest.

Silence followed.

For a heartbeat, it seemed impossible. Billy Walker—an elder of a great clan, a force beyond their comprehension—was pinned on the assassin's blade. A final curse formed on his tongue as his mouth opened.

But before he could speak, the shadow twisted his blade.

Billy's body shattered. Flesh and aura alike burst apart in a wave of force that slammed into the ground, carving a crater deep into the soil.

Blood and ruin were all that was left when the dust settled.

The battlefield was filled with shouts, screams, and gasps.

But the shadow did not pause.

With a hungry gleam on his blade, he turned and approached the James clan.

Panic erupted. Warriors tried to rally as elders yelled commands, but none were able to stand. The figure cut through them like meat, each stroke precise, vicious, and unstoppable. His chest split open as the blade broke.

Telvis fell with his throat cut before he could lift his spear. Blake and Liam died back-to-back, their defenses ripped apart in a single motion. Even Elder Adam's talismans, glowing with desperate light, were severed in two before he fell into the soil.

Robert watched, his breath ragged. The Shadow Reaper was not merely killing. He was erasing—one by one, names, lives, legacies—all extinguished in silence.

Above, Mathew James howled in despair as his clan collapsed beneath him. He charged at John, spear blazing, only to meet the Osborn patriarch's blade in full. The final hope of the James line was shattered when John's sword pierced his chest during the quick end of the duel.

The battlefield grew still.

In minutes, the James clan was no more. Not scattered. Not routed. Destroyed.

Only the shadow stood among the corpses, his blade dripping crimson. Slowly, he raised his hooded head toward Robert.

Robert swallowed, his heart hammering. For a moment, it seemed as though the assassin might strike him too.

But then, with a sound like rustling leaves, the figure melted back into the darkness, vanishing as though he had never been there.

The forest was silent. The war was over.

Robert stood in the stillness, his chest heaving, his system still glowing with the completion of the quest.

[Quest Complete: James Clan eliminated. Billy Walker was eliminated. Reward: 100,000 system points delivered.]

The words burnt inside him, but his eyes were fixed on the ground below—on the ruin of the James clan, in the hole where Billy's body had fallen, and on the dreadful nothingness left by the shadow's departure.

Victory had come, but at what cost?

And Robert knew deep down that this was just the beginning.


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