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Chapter 1037: Fierce Battle With The Man In Black Robes
Chapter 1037: Fierce Battle With The Man In Black Robes
Chapter 1037: Fierce Battle with the Man in Black Robes
With a loud roar, Anshi charged forward. Chris, seeing Anshi coming, flashed a contemptuous smile.
He clenched his fist and then threw a punch. There was a loud bang as Chris's fist sent Anshi flying.
Immediately, a cold murderous intent flickered in his eyes. Chris taunted Anshi, waving the Dragon
Emblem fragment in his hand, "Want this? Come and get it if you dare!"
Finishing his words, Chris stuffed the Dragon Emblem fragment into his pocket, completely
disregarding Anshi. "Damn it!" Anshi, seeing Chris's arrogant and overbearing attitude, turned livid with
anger. "Go to hell!" Without hesitation, Anshi charged at Chris once more.
Anshi had waited a long time for the opportunity to ambush Ron Jefferson for the Dragon Emblem
fragment. But he never expected that after enduring so much, he would be made a fool by Chris.
Furious, Anshi dashed forward, a sharp dagger appearing in his hand. His eyes flashed with killing
intent. For Anshi, failure was not an option. Even returning to the Hall of Death would not spare him
from the consequences.
"Seeking death!" Chris sneered and then, with a forceful punch, created a gust of wind. Another loud
bang echoed as Chris stood still, but the immense force sent Anshi flying. It took Anshi dozens of
meters to steady himself. He looked at Chris with a gaze filled with horror.
"Kill!" Although Chris's strength exceeded his imagination, Anshi did not give up. For him, surrender
meant death. He had no way out. Anshi charged once more, the dagger in his hand moving swiftly,
aiming for Chris's throat. But who was Chris? How could he be harmed by a mere Anshi?
With a crisp snap, Chris's fist smashed onto Anshi's wrist. "Ah!" Anshi's wrist was instantly broken, and
the dagger fell to the ground. "How is this possible?" Anshi raised his head, looking at Chris in shock. It
was hard for him to imagine the extent of Chris's strength. A Transcendence level expert like himself
was completely powerless in front of Chris.
"There's nothing impossible, you're just too weak!" Chris snorted. Swift as lightning, he grabbed Anshi's Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.
neck. Without a word, he exerted force, and with a crack, Anshi's body went limp. Thud! Chris threw
Anshi's body to the ground. Anshi lay there, eyes wide open, a look of disbelief frozen on his face.
Anshi, a Transcendence level expert, a dominant figure wherever he went, an agent of the Hall of
Death, was completely defenseless against Chris. Ron Jefferson was dumbfounded, trembling
involuntarily. It was hard for him to imagine that Anshi, a Transcendence level expert, was as helpless
as an ant in front of Chris.
Ron Jefferson had cultivated the Dragon Emblem fragment for decades. With his strength, he was
considered a prominent figure in the present world. Yet, facing Chris, he felt only despair and
powerlessness. After killing Anshi, Chris turned around, intending to leave. Seeing Chris about to
depart, Ron Jefferson urgently shouted, "Chris, you took my Dragon Emblem fragment, you promised
to help me, you have to help me..."
Chris glanced at Ron Jefferson, mocking, "Don't worry, you won't die just yet. Shedding a little blood
won't do you any harm!"
"I...!" Ron Jefferson was on the verge of exploding. Could this scoundrel Chris really take his Dragon
Emblem fragment and not help him? Was there anyone else in the world as shameless as Chris? Was
he speaking any sense? What did shedding a little blood matter? If he bled again, he was as good as
dead!
Ignoring Ron Jefferson's expression, Chris left the study. Outside the study, the butler of the Jefferson
family was trembling all over. Chris walked over and patted his shoulder, "Don't just stand there, hurry
to your master. Otherwise, your master is doomed!"
After the butler left, Chris smiled and turned to leave. At that moment, his expression froze. Before him
stood a man in black robes, wearing a grimacing mask on his face. Chris's expression grew serious.
This person was none other than the Hall of Death's top agent who had appeared at the Yang family!
The man in black robes stood there, his black robe fluttering as if moved by an unseen force, giving off
an intimidating presence. The man in black robes looked at Chris with a hoarse voice, "The Dragon
Emblem fragment in your hand belongs to me."
"Is that so?" Chris took out the newly acquired Dragon Emblem fragment. "You say it's yours, so it's
yours? Am I that faceless? If you have the guts, come and take it! I'll make sure to knock somesense
into your dog-like brain!"
Upon hearing Chris's words, the man in black robes's eyes gradually grew intense and cold. "Don't
force me to kill you! Hand over the Dragon Emblem fragment to me!"
"You don't want to kill me?" Chris shook his head. "Too bad, because I want to kill you!"
Swish! As soon as he finished speaking, Chris made the first move. He charged toward the man in
black robes like a whirlwind. Facing the man in black robes, Chris couldn't afford to be careless. This
man was the top agent of the Hall of Death, incredibly powerful. Chris had already witnessed this
during their previous encounter at the Yang family.
Bang! Bang! Bang! In a matter of seconds, Chris threw hundreds of punches. The combined force of
these punches created a raging tornado of power. Boom! Boom! The man in black robes's expression
changed slightly. He met Chris's punch head-on. In an instant, their fists collided, creating ripples
followed by earth-shattering thunder.
Boom! Both of them staggered back a few steps. However, in the next moment, they clashed once
more.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of their fists colliding echoed through the heavens and the earth.