Unfortunately, the guards reacted quickly, but not as quickly as William Carter. Since he had already made a move and killed Grace Dawson, would William Carter possibly spare the lives of these guards? The Glock 17 in his hand demonstrated its formidable rate of fire and accuracy—bang, bang, bang, bang—shots rang out in succession. Every single Dai family guard present, except those besieging the woman and the old man, was each given a bullet first.

Only thirteen Dai family guards remained. Of the six charging at William Carter, five didn’t even have time to react before being shot dead by William Carter. What shocked William Carter was that the remaining one was truly terrifying in skill; at the critical moment, he actually managed to dodge William Carter’s fatal shot. Even though he didn’t completely avoid the bullet, he managed to evade a lethal hit. Fortunately, William Carter knew the element of surprise was gone, so he aimed for the enemy’s heart. Although he missed the heart, the bullet still struck the guard’s chest, leaving him gravely wounded.

William Carter fired another shot, finishing off the only one still alive with a bullet to the head—dead beyond any doubt. Only then did William Carter turn his attention to the seven guards besieging the old man and the woman, and what he saw left him astonished.

The old man had originally faced four opponents, but now only one and a half remained. Two had already been decapitated, dead beyond any doubt, and of the remaining two, one had just had an arm chopped off right before William Carter’s eyes. The old man’s sword was now pointed at the last one’s chest.

Watching this scene, a sudden, inconceivable thought flashed through William Carter’s mind. If that sword strike had been aimed just a bit higher to the side, the effect would have been even better.

As soon as the thought arose, William Carter saw the old man’s sword parried and deflected to the side by his opponent. If he had struck in the direction William Carter had just imagined, the opponent wouldn’t have had a chance to block at all.

What was going on? William Carter considered himself an expert among experts in modern firearms, and a master in unarmed and knife combat, but he had never thought he could have such insight in swordsmanship. Yet, what was that flash of intuition just now?

His eyes shifted, and William Carter noticed the woman’s movements not far away. This time it was even more obvious—almost instantly, William Carter’s mind judged the direction and force of her sword strike, predicted the outcome, and even clearly understood which parts of her body were exerting force. As for improvements, the moment he saw her strike, ideas for refinement already flashed through his mind.

It wasn’t just the woman’s attack; even her opponent’s movements were analyzed by William Carter at a glance, from intent to result, with such clarity and thoroughness. The next second, William Carter saw the outcome, exactly as he had predicted, without the slightest difference.

This was definitely not his original ability—William Carter was now certain. This was a brand new ability he had gained only after arriving in this strange world, though he had no idea how he had acquired it.

“Could this be the gift you gave me?” William Carter thought to himself, pondering the owner of those beautiful eyes. “I’ve come to your world, but where are you? Why did you make me kill you?”

While William Carter was still confused, Emily Brooks anxiously shouted at the old man, “Uncle Yu, they’ve taken the soul core!”

“Miss, you take care of the young master!” The old man, suddenly snapping out of it amid the thick smell of blood and gunpowder, shouted at Emily Brooks, “I’ll go report to the elders right away!”

William Carter had just holstered his pistol when he suddenly heard himself called “young master-in-law” and nearly stumbled. What the heck was that about?

Emily Brooks, who had just killed three Dai family guards without batting an eye, suddenly blushed bright red at this address. Couldn’t Uncle Yu tell that her relationship with Grace Dawson was just a pretense, all lies? Why was he inexplicably tying her to a barbarian? Was she really that hard to marry off?

Blushing aside, and despite her embarrassment, Emily Brooks understood that Uncle Yu was right. William Carter had descended from the sky and killed Grace Dawson with ease—he was definitely someone worth winning over.

Miss Brooks glanced at Uncle Yu, who had just spoken. A knowing look flashed in the old man’s eyes, and he nodded heavily at Emily Brooks. Without further hesitation, Emily Brooks walked over to William Carter’s side and said decisively, “Let’s go.”

William Carter had already poured the water out of his combat boots, put them back on, and tied the laces. Throughout all this, his expression didn’t change, his movements were steady, and his breathing was calm, as if he hadn’t just killed those people.

“If, when you killed the second person just now, your first sword had angled a bit more to the right and your speed had been just a touch slower, you could have killed him in a single move.” William Carter clapped his hands, stood up, his clothes and pants still uncomfortably wet. As he stood and looked at Emily Brooks, the first thing he said to her was to point out the flaw in her sword technique.

Emily Brooks immediately fell into deep thought. In fact, her heart was once again in turmoil. The killing sword technique she had just used was a Song family secret, and she had been in a hurry, so it wasn’t perfect. Yet William Carter had pinpointed her flaw with a single comment. Could it be that William Carter was already very familiar with the Song family’s swordsmanship?