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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 fo 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 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. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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.

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