Chapter 200: Three Million Martial Arts Soldiers, All Must Bow Before !
Translator: 549690339
At this mont, Samuel was completely lost in a state of extre craziness.
All he could think about was to have White Mitchell killed, to have him die a terrible death!
Not only White Mitchell, but everyone associated with him had to die. He wanted to dig up the ancestors of White Mitchell’s for eighteen generations and flog their corpses. Flog their corpses!!!
Only by doing so could he vent out the hatred in his heart!
With this thought, Samuel crazily roared at the twenty or thirty Martial Arts Soldiers standing below, his face twisted with ferociousness, “What are you fucking waiting for? Get moving!
“Are the guns in your hands just fire pokers? Hurry up! Kill this bastard! Kill him! I want him to suffer a terrible death!!!
“Fast! Fast! Fast!!!”
Samuel, with his mouth covered in blood, contorted his face due to the pain.
He knew he had been completely defeated by White Mitchell and couldn’t summon any strength from within.
“Half-step War King! Damn Half-step War King!”
He was just one step away from entering the realm of the War King. With the Weiden family’s protection, he even had the chance to enter the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard and beco a respected Tiger Guard soldier.
But now, all was ruined, ruined by White Mitchell, a guy who had just co out of prison!
He had to kill him, kill him!!!
At this point, the twenty or thirty soldiers of the Martial Departnt, after hearing Samuel’s roar, just stood where they were, looking at each other.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!…
The sounds of throats swallowing echoed everywhere. Their hearts, stuck in their throats, simply couldn’t calm down.
At this mont, they were already scared out of their wits by White Mitchell’s dominance. Let alone shoot, standing up straight was already their last act of courage.
Otherwise, they would have knelt down and pleaded for rcy by now.
But, Samuel was their leader still. His command, they dared not disobey.
So, even with fear in their hearts, they had to grit their teeth and aim their guns at White Mitchell.
However, the mont they raised their guns, White Mitchell’s figure moved again.
So fast that they couldn’t keep up with their eyes. They could only intuitively sense sothing flashing by, but they couldn’t catch it.
By the ti they reacted, the top-notch equipnt in their hands had already turned into a pile of scrap iron.
Bang!
At this mont, they all felt as if their brains had exploded. Everything was in chaos.
Each of their faces bore different degrees of terror. Sweat, the size of peas, slid down their foreheads like broken beads.
Several of the Martial Arts Soldiers couldn’t control their trembling legs any longer.
Seeing this scene, Samuel’s face darkened to the extre.
If it weren’t for his hands being broken by White Mitchell, he would have already grabbed Wen Zhihui as his shield.
But now, all these thoughts were useless. White Mitchell’s power had shattered all his plans.
Samuel glared at White Mitchell with gritty eyes. Despite his miserable state, he seed calm and without fear.
Because in his view, White Mitchell wouldn’t dare to kill him.
Because he was part of Sayon’s ard forces, he had a rank, he had rits. If White Mitchell dares to kill him, he definitely won’t be able to escape from Sayon.
Not just him, even his family would face repression from Sayon’s ard forces. This is not sothing average people can endure!
Not to ntion White Mitchell, an ordinary guy who was just released from prison with no power or influence. Even David Herb, the overlord of Sayon, wouldn’t dare to be an enemy of the Martial Departnt!
The reason was simple, the Martial Departnt had weapons, the finest weapons besides the War Departnt!
Under the threat of guns, even the powerful ones at the War King level would perish.
He acknowledged that White Mitchell was very powerful, far beyond his own estimations, but, he could never ignore the existence of guns and weaponry.
With this thought in mind, Samuel beca even more confident, convinced that White Mitchell would not dare to kill him!
Regrettably, he did not know how foolish his thinking was at this mont!
After disarming the fine weapons from the hands of the soldiers, White Mitchell started to step towards Samuel.
At this mont, his face showed no emotion, appearing as indifferent as a machine only programd for killing.
With every step he took, the surrounding air seed to drop in temperature.
By the ti he stood in front of Samuel, Samuel already felt a chill engulf his body, as if he was naked in a cold storage room.
The bone-chilling sensation felt as if his heart was being frozen, in that instant, Samuel felt his own heart stop beating.
He was scared, completely terrified, because he felt an overwhelmingly strong murderous intention from White Mitchell.
This brat, Mitchell, was seeing red, intending to kill him without regard for the consequences!
He’s mad, he must be mad!
Samuel tried to push away, trying to put distance between himself and Mitchell, but gradually he realized that his legs were weak, and he was unable to muster any strength.
Was he really going to fall here today?
Unwilling to accept this, Samuel’s voice trembled as he hurriedly appealed to White Mitchell: “You… don’t be impulsive, you’re still young, think about your family.”
If you kill in a mont of recklessness, you won’t end well, and they won’t live well either.”
“I…I’m the captain of the third squad of the Sayon ard forces, I hold an official position, if you… Ah!!!”
Before he could finish his threat, White Mitchell ruthlessly stepped on his shins.
With a crunch, the hardest bone in the human body was crushed under White Mitchell’s foot.
Next, Samuel heard White Mitchell’s voice, cold as a machine, echoing slowly: “Among the three million martial arts soldiers, all who encounter will bow their heads! Who do you think you are!?”
All the martial arts soldiers were taken aback, showing shocked expressions. How great must his confidence be to utter such words?
In the present Dragon Realm, there are indeed three million soldiers, among them countless powerhouses, including the legendary War Gods.
On what basis did White Mitchell dare to speak such words?
Could it be… he is also a War God?
Thinking of this, those twenty or thirty soldiers stood in shock, their hearts unable to settle down for quite a while.
On the other hand, Samuel, whose shinbone was shattered, scread out in pain. His face quickly turned pale, the entire person appearing to be in extre agony.
Only now did he feel that in the face of absolute power, his so-called authority appeared so pale and powerless.
“White Mitchell! You will not die a good death, the martial departnt will not let you off, wait for the martial departnt’s punishnt! Ahhh!!!” Samuel scread, at the sa ti threatening White Mitchell, his facial expression was even more ferocious.
Boom!
Just as Samuel wished he could tear White Mitchell apart in revenge, the sound of an engine roaring could be heard from outside the Weiden Family Villa.
Everyone paused, imdiately seeing a Sayon War Departnt’s vehicle arriving on the scene at a high speed.
The mont he saw the license plate, Samuel’s face lit up with hope, as if he saw a life-saving straw.
This is Asher’s vehicle! This is Asher’s vehicle!!!
Samuel, like a drowned man catching at a straw, frantically shouted towards the vehicle: “Commander! Save ! Commander! Save !!
This brat has no respect for the law. He beat like this, it’s not just about , it’s an attack on all of us in the Sayon ard forces!
Capture him, we must capture him, better yet kill him, kill him!!!”
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