Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
âMany foreign fighters are gathering in Boston. Do you know whatâs going on?â
At the mention of this matter, Andrew was instantly angry.
He gritted his teeth. âItâs all because of those f*cking bastards from Dong Mountain...
âThey agreed to start the beast tide, and I was so excited for nothing.
âYou donât know. For the sake of this beast tide, Iâve been lying in ambush for a day and two nights. Originally, I was preparing to attack the beast tide and go all out, but in the end... the beast tide didnât come at all.â
Pfft!
That burly eighth stage Golden Body Realm martial artist, Custer, couldnât help but laugh out loud.
When he saw Andrew turn his head around, he hurriedly said, âYoung man, keep bragging. Itâs fine... Donât worry about me!â
âThereâs a retard here. Iâll go deal with him. Iâll hang up first.â
Andrew hung up the video call with Catherine and couldnât help but sigh in relief.
He then turned around and looked at the brawny warrior, frowning.
He said in surprise, âGolden Body Realm?
âAnother Golden Body Realm?â
Andrew looked at the others with a hint of shock in his eyes.
âFour seventh stage grandmasters, two eighth stage Golden Body Realm experts, and one...â
After seeing this, his gaze finally landed on Johnson. His eyes were filled with shock, and his look was solemn as he said in a deep voice, âA ninth stage saint?â
Andrew was shocked.
But Johnson was even more shocked.
They had restrained their blood qi aura, and ordinary people wouldnât be able to tell their strength.
And this martial artist in front of them was very young.
His blood qi strength was around the peak of the third grade, not even reaching the fourth grade.
A fourth-grade martial artist was able to see through their hidden strength. How was this possible?
âWho are you?â
The brawny man, Custer, suddenly stood up. His eyes were filled with solemnity as he looked at Andrew.
The aura on his body slowly rose.
There were a lot of messy things in Boston city now. Previously, two seventh-grade divine generals of the Heavenly God Sect, Soder and Black Rock, had been killed.
The evil warriors had been killed inside the city.
After that was Venerable Wuji had been killed.
It was suspected that a warrior from the Holy Land had come out of the mountain.
In front of him, there were too many things about this young warrior that made people suspicious.
Even Johnsonâs eyes flickered.
Andrew smiled.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Charles smoking outside the restaurant.
He immediately guessed that these peopleâs identities should not be too big of a problem.
They probably knew that the beast tide was coming to attack Boston and had rushed to support Boston City.
But...
They actually dared to laugh at him?
Andrew suddenly stood up and sneered. âIn my territory, you ask me who I am?
âI see that you people are acting abnormally and your eyes arenât straight. You might be evil martial artists!â
After saying this much, Andrew shot out an âEye of Spirit.â
The expression of that brawny man, âCuster,â changed greatly.
He sat down on the ground.
Crack!
The chair shattered.
The floor tiles under his feet were made into two butt-shaped dents.
âCuster!â
Seeing this, a seventh rank martial artist shouted angrily.
His aura instantly exploded out.
The entire restaurant seemed to have been blown by a hurricane, and crackling sounds could be heard.
The plates, bowls, lamps, and other porcelain and glass in the restaurant all shattered into fragments.
This seventh rank martial artist was stronger than Grandmaster Soder and was ranked 103rd on the list of grandmasters. His nickname was âThree Fist Kill.â
He was good at fist techniques, so he instantly erupted and rushed toward Andrew. The Shadows of fists filled the sky and enveloped Andrew.
âF*ck!â
Outside the restaurant, Charles, who was smoking, was almost scared to death when he heard the commotion.
This...
They started fighting in the time it took to smoke?
âThree Fist Killâ was very famous among seventh-grade grandmasters. Although he was only ranked 103rd on the list of Grandmasters, once he went crazy and unleashed those three ultimate fist techniques, even the top ten grandmasters would have to give way.
Otherwise, they would definitely be injured.
Charles thought that if he injured Andrew, this wouldnât do...
Andrew was a genius youth from Boston. He couldnât be harmed at all.
Not caring about so much, Charles instantly burst forth and shouted, âStop... He is...
âOne of us...â
Charles, who had just burst forth, hadnât finished speaking.
He was stunned.
He was dumbfounded.
The last word âHumanâ was so weak that only he could hear it
He saw the grandmaster known as the âThree Fist Killâ charge at Andrew.
His fist technique was fierce and showed signs of killing Andrew.
Then.
Andrew punched.
Indeed, it was one punch, not a sword or a saber. It was just a simple punch.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking could be heard.
The âThree Fist killâ Grandmaster flew out.
He broke the wall behind him and fell outside the restaurant. After rolling on the road for more than ten meters, he stopped in the middle.
The fist shadows that filled the sky all disappeared.
Andrew looked surprised.
He stared at his own fist for two seconds.
That grandmaster just now seemed to have a powerful aura.
Just this much? He was able to finish him with one punch?
Or was it that his Nine Transformations Golden Body Technique was too awesome?
But...
A cultivation technique that he had never heard of before, even if it was at the level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, it wasnât the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Arts, the strongest body tempering cultivation technique. Furthermore, he had only cultivated it to the first stage, and he hadnât even learned any fist techniques...
One punch, and he almost blew up a seventh-stage expert?
Boom!
This time, even the âSword Saintâ Johnson couldnât sit still.
He suddenly stood up, held his longsword in his hand, and released sword intent from his body that covered Andrew.
Andrewâs eyelids twitched.
It seemed...
A bit too much.
âI just wanted to teach that eighth stage expert who mocked me a lesson... However, itâs a good opportunity to experience the strength of a ninth stage saint.â
Andrew wasnât afraid at all. He looked at Johnson and said excitedly, âGood, very good. Ninth stage martial saint. I, Andrew, havenât fought with a ninth stage martial artist before. Itâs a good opportunity for me to experience your strength.
âHowever, this place is too small. Shall we go to the wilderness and fight?â
âOkay!â
Johnson was stunned for a moment, but he quickly agreed and nodded.
This was Boston City.
If a ninth stage realm expert were to go all out and fight, there wouldnât be a need for the beast tide to attack the city. Just the battle between the two of them would be enough to destroy Boston.
However, at this time, Charles finally returned to his senses and stood between Andrew and Johnson.
He was so nervous that his forehead was covered in sweat. He said, âLord Johnson, itâs a misunderstanding. This is a misunderstanding!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWeâre on the same side. Weâre all on the same side!â
âHuh?â Johnson frowned.
On the same side?
There were only so many experts.
Moreover, this was the era of communication, not the ancient times. Although it was not very convenient to communicate in the wilderness, in the city... the Internet was still very developed.