The two clashed like ancient savage beasts, their fists and movements stirring up roaring gusts, accompanied by a series of crackling sounds. Chris grew bolder with each battle, his entire being becoming increasingly ferocious, as if he possessed an endless wellspring of strength, exhibiting no signs of weariness. The figure in the black robe, masked, obscured his features from Chris. Yet, his eyes grew colder with each passing moment. His speed was swift, his punches fierce, but Chris was even faster, and his fists, more brutal. Suddenly, the black-robed figure momentarily faltered, caught off guard. Chris’s punch landed heavily on his arm with a resounding crack. The arm deformed slightly but swiftly returned to its original state, as if his body had transcended a realm where sheer force could no longer harm him. Despite this, the black-robed figure, pushed back several steps by Chris’s formidable power, lifted his head, eyes filled with murderous intent, “Chris, I underestimated you! But the next time we meet, you won’t be so fortunate!”
As the words fell, the black-robed figure turned and fled. Watching the figure escape, Chris was bewildered. The esteemed Hall of Death’s top fighter had escaped like this? Could it be that he admitted defeat? Although reluctant, Chris knew that the Hall of Death’s top fighter was among the rare few who could match his strength over the years.
At that moment, Tiger rushed in with hundreds of Dragon Guards, looking worried. “Boss, how did it go?” Chris looked at Tiger and asked, “What happened?” Tiger, with a bowed head and a face full of shame, admitted, “Boss, that man in the black robe was too powerful. I couldn’t stop him!” Hearing this, Chris narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. Blood dripped from his fingers, a clear sign of the first injury he had sustained since becoming the God of War. This opponent was formidable. Despite exerting all his strength, the man had managed to escape, leaving Chris injured.
Tiger, full of self-reproach, said, “Boss, I’m truly useless. Please punish me.” The sounds of the fierce battle within the courtyard had alerted Tiger to the fact that his boss was facing a formidable foe. He had immediately organized the Dragon Guards, ready to set a trap. However, the strength of the black-robed figure was terrifying. Even with hundreds of Dragon Guards and thousands of elite King’s Leagues members, they couldn’t stop him. Not only did they fail to detain him, but the members of King’s Leagues were effortlessly killed by the black-robed figure in the process. It was truly frustrating.
Chris waved his hand and said, “Forget it. He got lucky today, but he won’t be so fortunate next time!” Chris’s expression had calmed down by now. Even though the black-robed figure had fled, Chris had a clear understanding of his strength. He believed that if they were to meet again, he had the confidence to slay the man on the spot. Without dwelling further on the matter, Chris turned and entered Ron Jefferson’s study once more.
At that moment, the steward had already tended to Ron Jefferson’s wounds, but his internal injuries were beyond mending. His survival was no longer a possibility. Chris looked down at Ron Jefferson and asked directly, “Who is the master of the Hall of Death? And who is the Hall of Death’s top fighter?” Ron Jefferson, a member of the Hall of Death, should have knowledge of the organization’s inner workings. Upon hearing Chris’s query, Ron Jefferson, weakly smiling, asked, “Have you met the top fighter of the Hall of Death?”
Ron Jefferson, feeling extremely fatigued, found it difficult to speak. Additionally, within his heart, a sense of detachment from life began to take hold. The battle Chris had just fought against the black-robed figure had left him horrified. Ron Jefferson could only imagine the intense struggle that had occurred between Chris and the black-robed figure. The mere might displayed was beyond his wildest imagination. Despite considering himself a formidable figure, he paled in comparison to both Chris and the black-robed figure. This brought an inexplicable sense of discomfort to his heart. At that moment, a sense of listlessness and a desire for death overwhelmed Ron Jefferson.
Chris, seemingly indifferent, said, “I have indeed met him, but he just escaped.” Ron Jefferson involuntarily swallowed hard. The top fighter of the Hall of Death had fled from Chris? His expression was one of disbelief. If even the top fighter of the Hall of Death was no match for Chris, just how powerful was he? An impatient look crossed Chris’s face as he said, “Enough talk. Get to my questions. I believe you should know their identities!” Ron Jefferson nodded and said, “Indeed, I do know their identities, but why should I tell you?”As Ron Jefferson spoke, he raised his head, looking at Chris with a mocking expression. His impending demise had left him unafraid, and he had nothing left to fear. Seeing this, Chris furrowed his brow. “You won’t even speak as you face death?”
With a light chuckle, Ron Jefferson replied, “I won’t tell you who the master of the Hall of Death and the top fighter are. But I can tell you this: our overseas Jefferson family was forced to flee to Star Island by the Hall of Death, though we never expected…” Here, Ron Jefferson let out a sigh. After years of planning, he had ultimately met his end at the hands of the Hall of Death. It seemed that he was no match for the madman after all. Even if Chris hadn’t come, his fate would have been the same. It was a pity that the vast Jefferson family had ultimately been destroyed by his own hands.
“Chris, before I die, I advise you. I know you’re powerful, but you are no match for the master of the Hall of Death. I suggest you give up, to avoid meeting the same end as me…”
Before Ron Jefferson could finish, Chris slapped him across the face, shouting, “Enough of your nonsense! Who says I’m not the master of the Hall of Death’s match? The Hall of Death is nothing in my eyes! Don’t compare me to a useless person like you!”
Ron Jefferson, unable to contain his anger, spat out a mouthful of blood. The audacity of Chris, even as he faced imminent death, left Ron Jefferson trembling with rage. This Chris, he thought, was truly despicable. Especially with Chris’s disdainful gaze and attitude, Ron Jefferson’s fury erupted. Suddenly, he roared, “Chris, you idiot! You speak so arrogantly, looking down on the Hall of Death! Do you even know what the Hall of Death truly is? It’s just a plaything for certain people. The real terror lies not within the Hall of Death, but…”
At this point, Ron Jefferson’s words were abruptly cut off.