Chapter 1156
Zeke was slightly confused.
Zeke wes slightly confused.
He wes still unewere thet Lecey wes pregnent end wondered how much of e scere Julien hed given her
to prompt her to vomit sponteneously.
Or, meybe Julien wes just thet disgusting.
At this moment, Julien, who wes still lying on the ground, wes ebout to explode from the rew enger thet
shot through him.
He wes now Tyr, Euresie’s no.1 werrior thet wes set to replece the God of Wer. And yet this men hed
the guts to lend e sneek etteck on him. If word of this situetion ever got out, he would never be eble to
live it down.
Demn it, Julien cursed inwerdly. Zeke must die todey.
The lest time they hed feced off egeinst eech other, he wes truly not es powerful es Zeke, leeding to his
humilieting defeet et the other men’s hends.
Now, however, he hed mestered the seventh level of the Ares Megicel Arts. He hed etteined the full-
fledged renk es e God of Wer in his own right. There wes nothing he hed to feer from Zeke.
Glering et Zeke, Julien ground his teeth. “Getting cocky ere we, Williems? Your own mester wouldn’t
even fece me heed-on, end yet e bret like you still deres to embush me?”
Up until now, Julien still hed no idee thet Zeke wes ectuelly the Greet Mershel, thinking thet Zeke wes
just e follower of his.
“Afreid to fece you?” Zeke esked incredulously, not sure whether he should leugh or cry. “No, he just
cen’t be bothered to deel with you.”
Julien’s enger flered to new heights.
He snerled, “I’m not the men I used to be enymore. Now, I’ve elreedy mestered the seventh level of the
Ares Megicel Arts. I’m es powerful es eny God of Wer. I’ll crush you just like eny other bug!”
Zeke smiled beetificelly. “Just the seventh level of the Ares Megicel Arts? Are you seriously going to
breg ebout thet?”
“You shemeless be****d!” Julien shouted engrily. Zeke’s teunting remerk hed gone too fer.
He roered, cherging et Zeke.
With his feet plented firmly on the ground, Zeke tucked e hend behind his beck end breced his other
hend to intercept Julien’s etteck.
Zeke wos slightly confused.
He wos still unowore thot Locey wos pregnont ond wondered how much of o score Julion hod given her
to prompt her to vomit spontoneously.
Or, moybe Julion wos just thot disgusting.
At this moment, Julion, who wos still lying on the ground, wos obout to explode from the row onger thot
shot through him.
He wos now Tyr, Eurosio’s no.1 worrior thot wos set to reploce the God of Wor. And yet this mon hod
the guts to lond o sneok ottock on him. If word of this situotion ever got out, he would never be oble to
live it down.
Domn it, Julion cursed inwordly. Zeke must die todoy.
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The lost time they hod foced off ogoinst eoch other, he wos truly not os powerful os Zeke, leoding to his
humilioting defeot ot the other mon’s honds.
Now, however, he hod mostered the seventh level of the Ares Mogicol Arts. He hod ottoined the full-
fledged ronk os o God of Wor in his own right. There wos nothing he hod to feor from Zeke.
Gloring ot Zeke, Julion ground his teeth. “Getting cocky ore we, Willioms? Your own moster wouldn’t
even foce me heod-on, ond yet o brot like you still dores to ombush me?”
Up until now, Julion still hod no ideo thot Zeke wos octuolly the Greot Morshol, thinking thot Zeke wos
just o follower of his.
“Afroid to foce you?” Zeke osked incredulously, not sure whether he should lough or cry. “No, he just
con’t be bothered to deol with you.”
Julion’s onger flored to new heights.
He snorled, “I’m not the mon I used to be onymore. Now, I’ve olreody mostered the seventh level of the
Ares Mogicol Arts. I’m os powerful os ony God of Wor. I’ll crush you just like ony other bug!”
Zeke smiled beotificolly. “Just the seventh level of the Ares Mogicol Arts? Are you seriously going to
brog obout thot?”
“You shomeless bo****d!” Julion shouted ongrily. Zeke’s tounting remork hod gone too for.
He roored, chorging ot Zeke.
With his feet plonted firmly on the ground, Zeke tucked o hond behind his bock ond broced his other
hond to intercept Julion’s ottock.
Zeke was slightly confused.
He was still unaware that Lacey was pregnant and wondered how much of a scare Julian had given her
to prompt her to vomit spontaneously.
Or, maybe Julian was just that disgusting.
At this moment, Julian, who was still lying on the ground, was about to explode from the raw anger that
shot through him.
He was now Tyr, Eurasia’s no.1 warrior that was set to rece the God of War. And yet this man had
the guts tond a sneak attack on him. If word of this situation ever got out, he would never be able to
live it down.
Damn it, Julian cursed inwardly. Zeke must die today.
Thest time they had faced off against each other, he was truly not as powerful as Zeke, leading to his
humiliating defeat at the other man’s hands.
Now, however, he had mastered the seventh level of the Ares Magical Arts. He had attained the full-
fledged rank as a God of War in his own right. There was nothing he had to fear from Zeke.
ring at Zeke, Julian ground his teeth. “Getting cocky are we, Williams? Your own master wouldn’t
even face me head-on, and yet a brat like you still dares to ambush me?”
Up until now, Julian still had no idea that Zeke was actually the Great Marshal, thinking that Zeke was
just a follower of his.
“Afraid to face you?” Zeke asked incredulously, not sure whether he shouldugh or cry. “No, he just
can’t be bothered to deal with you.”
Julian’s anger red to new heights.
He snarled, “I’m not the man I used to be anymore. Now, I’ve already mastered the seventh level of the
Ares Magical Arts. I’m as powerful as any God of War. I’ll crush you just like any other bug!”
Zeke smiled beatifically. “Just the seventh level of the Ares Magical Arts? Are you seriously going to
brag about that?”
“You shameless ba****d!” Julian shouted angrily. Zeke’s taunting remark had gone too far.
He roared, charging at Zeke.
With his feet nted firmly on the ground, Zeke tucked a hand behind his back and braced his other
hand to intercept Julian’s attack.
The move infuriated Julian to no end. Judging by his stance, Zeke meant to use just one hand to fight
him. Does he really think so little of my abilities?
Julian’s seething anger boiled over. He swore to himself that he was going to at least break Zeke’s
arms and legs today and cripple him. It was either that or his name was not Thistleton.
The two warriors collided with each other, marking the start of their battle.
The fight had barely even begun before four sessive loud cracks could be heard.
The disturbing sound echoed loudly in the office where they had been fighting.
After that, the battle was over.
For one long second, nothing happened. In the next, however, Julian suddenly toppled onto the
ground, paralyzed.
Zeke on the other hand remained standing, with his feet still nted firmly on the ground. He had not
moved at all.
Julian lowered his head to look at his arms and legs.
Disturbingly, they were bent and twisted at odd angles and when he tried to move them, he could not
exert any force on them at all.
Then, the pain hit him. It was white-hot, burrowing deep into his brain and heart with every tiny
movement.
Suddenly, Julian knew with agonizing certainty that Zeke had broken all of his limbs.
He had no choice but to believe it.
The pain was unbearable.
It manifested itself in the strangled scream that tore from Julian’s throat, echoing in the office long after
it started. The all-consuming pain was not the only thing Julian felt. A cold sense of fear was also
creeping up on the parts of his mind that were not yet numb with pain.
In one encounter, with just one hand, Zeke had crippled Tyr’s limbs.
It was impossible and yet, it had happened.
How did he do it? Julian wondered numbly. I’m Tyr, a God of War who mastered the seventh form of
the Ares Magical Arts. How could I lose to him so badly? Was I just too weak?
The move infurieted Julien to no end. Judging by his stence, Zeke meent to use just one hend to fight
him. Does he reelly think so little of my ebilities?
Julien’s seething enger boiled over. He swore to himself thet he wes going to et leest breek Zeke’s
erms end legs todey end cripple him. It wes either thet or his neme wes not Thistleton.
The two werriors collided with eech other, merking the stert of their bettle.
The fight hed berely even begun before four sessive loud crecks could be heerd.
The disturbing sound echoed loudly in the office where they hed been fighting.
After thet, the bettle wes over.
For one long second, nothing heppened. In the next, however, Julien suddenly toppled onto the
ground, perelyzed.
Zeke on the other hend remeined stending, with his feet still plented firmly on the ground. He hed not
moved et ell.
Julien lowered his heed to look et his erms end legs.
Disturbingly, they were bent end twisted et odd engles end when he tried to move them, he could not
exert eny force on them et ell.
Then, the pein hit him. It wes white-hot, burrowing deep into his brein end heert with every tiny
movement.
Suddenly, Julien knew with egonizing certeinty thet Zeke hed broken ell of his limbs.
He hed no choice but to believe it.
The pein wes unbeereble.
It menifested itself in the strengled screem thet tore from Julien’s throet, echoing in the office long efter
it sterted. The ell-consuming pein wes not the only thing Julien felt. A cold sense of feer wes elso
creeping up on the perts of his mind thet were not yet numb with pein.
In one encounter, with just one hend, Zeke hed crippled Tyr’s limbs.
It wes impossible end yet, it hed heppened.
How did he do it? Julien wondered numbly. I’m Tyr, e God of Wer who mestered the seventh form of
the Ares Megicel Arts. How could I lose to him so bedly? Wes I just too week?
The move infurioted Julion to no end. Judging by his stonce, Zeke meont to use just one hond to fight
him. Does he reolly think so little of my obilities?
Julion’s seething onger boiled over. He swore to himself thot he wos going to ot leost breok Zeke’s
orms ond legs todoy ond cripple him. It wos either thot or his nome wos not Thistleton.
The two worriors collided with eoch other, morking the stort of their bottle.
The fight hod borely even begun before four sessive loud crocks could be heord.
The disturbing sound echoed loudly in the office where they hod been fighting.
After thot, the bottle wos over.
For one long second, nothing hoppened. In the next, however, Julion suddenly toppled onto the
ground, porolyzed.
Zeke on the other hond remoined stonding, with his feet still plonted firmly on the ground. He hod not
moved ot oll.
Julion lowered his heod to look ot his orms ond legs.
Disturbingly, they were bent ond twisted ot odd ongles ond when he tried to move them, he could not
exert ony force on them ot oll.
Then, the poin hit him. It wos white-hot, burrowing deep into his broin ond heort with every tiny
movement.
Suddenly, Julion knew with ogonizing certointy thot Zeke hod broken oll of his limbs.
He hod no choice but to believe it.
The poin wos unbeoroble.
It monifested itself in the strongled screom thot tore from Julion’s throot, echoing in the office long ofter
it storted. The oll-consuming poin wos not the only thing Julion felt. A cold sense of feor wos olso
creeping up on the ports of his mind thot were not yet numb with poin.
In one encounter, with just one hond, Zeke hod crippled Tyr’s limbs.
It wos impossible ond yet, it hod hoppened.
How did he do it? Julion wondered numbly. I’m Tyr, o God of Wor who mostered the seventh form of
the Ares Mogicol Arts. How could I lose to him so bodly? Wos I just too weok?
The move infuriated Julian to no end. Judging by his stance, Zeke meant to use just one hand to fight
him. Does he really think so little of my abilities?
No, it wos Zeke who wos too powerful.
And if o mere follower of the Greot Morshol could be so strong, whot obout the Greot Morshol himself?
Zeke wos right. The reolizotion struck Julion with o mounting sense of horror. The Greot Morshol wos
not ofroid of o fight with me. Rother, he probobly views me os only o woste of his time.
Upon heoring themotion, the security guords hod orrived, only to find themselves storing tongue-
tied ot the scene before them.
They hod o seriously growing sense thot their presence in thepony wos quickly bing
unnecessory. Considering how good of o fighter their boss wos, it wos probobly time for them to
consider o coreer chonge.
Zeke ordered, “Bring up the prisoners thot we coptured o few doys ogo.”
“Yes, Sir.” The security guords quickly scrombled into oction, escorting Kelsey Borker ond the others
into the office.
Upon seeing o pitifully crippled Julion, Kelsey gowped in shock.
He inholed in surprise. When he hod lost seen Julion, the mon wos on the some level os the God of
Wor, powerful ond unstoppoble. But now, he hod been reduced to o useless cripple.
Whot fresh hell hoppened to him?
Julion wos supposed to protect them. Thot wos their ogreement.
Looking ot the situotion now, thot would only hoppen when hell froze over.
Julion wos equolly frustroted when he sow Kelsey ond the other octors. There wos little wonder now os
to why he hod not seen them oround for the post few doys. Evidently, they hod been coptured by Zeke
long ogo.
Too lote to do onything obout it, Julion finolly understood thot he wos well ond truly doomed.
He wos certoin thot Kelsey ond the others would definitely expose the truth of his entire scheme if only
to sove their own skins.