Chapter 258 True Strength
Chapter 258 True Strength
One person spoke up, "Instructor Edi Poe tracked down a possible person in Ozin through the Dark
Omen mark on her body. He has already taken people to Ozin, but there is no feedback yet!"
"How long has he been gone?" Jesse Yarwood asked coldly.
"It''s been over four hours already." the man replied, bowing his head.
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"Four hours and still no result!?" Jesse Yarwood''s eyes darkened, "What a bunch of useless
people!"
"Call Edi Poe and ask him what''s going on!"
"Got it!" The man nodded and took out his phone from his pocket.
Just then, footsteps approached and a man in ck with an unpleasant expression arrived at the
entrance of the stone cave.
"Sir, something has happened!" The man approached and spoke up.
"What''s causing such a panic?" Jesse Yarwood spoke in a deep voice.
"All of Instructor Poe''s phones cannot be reached!" the man replied.
"Hmm!?" A cold breath emanated from Jesse Yarwood, followed by an angry roar, "Send someone
to Ozin to find out what happened, RIGHT NOW!"
"Yes, sir!" The man trembled all over and quickly stepped back.
As soon as the man took a few steps, eight dark figures flew out from the shadows andnded on
the ground one by one. With a kick of their legs, they immediately lost their breath. They were all
practitioners of Ethereal Force Martial Prowess.
"Who''s there?" Jesse Yarwood eximed angrily, his cold aura bing even more intense. The
three others beside him immediately felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"The person who will take your life!" Judge''s voice rang out, and then Billy and his twopanions
strolled out from the shadows.
"Damn it! Who the hell are you? Do you know where this ce is? How dare youe here and act
recklessly, do you think your life is too long?" Jesse Yarwood''s eyes stared at the three people like a
devil.
At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps erupted and one hundred people from the Ethereal
Force Martial Prowess rushed out from the darkness, each wielding arge knife with fierce
momentum.
"I have a question that I''m quite curious about. Can you tell me where you got the Dark Omen
Technique, this evil skill?" Stout looked at Jesse and spoke lightly.
Upon hearing Stout''s words, Jesse Yarwood''s pupils constricted, and the aura of Dark Omen
around him uncontrobly emanated. "Did you kill those useless Edi Poe idiots?" After steadying his
emotions a bit, Jesse Yarwood spoke up. He hadn''t expected that Billy and his group hade for
this matter.
"The Dark Omen Technique was already listed as a forbidden technique a hundred years ago. You
have quite the courage to still dare to cultivate such an evil skill!" Stout continued speaking.
"Judging from the aura around you, you must have broken through to the Warlord realm, right?
Based on my estimation, for this day toe, at least twenty young girls have had their life
essences drained dry by you!"
"You, you''re damn it!"
"Haha!" Jesse Yarwoodughed loudly, "Since ancient times, this world has been a survival of the
fittest. As long as we can improve our cultivation, what does the lives of a few dozen ants matter?"
"Really?" Billy squinted slightly with his eyes, "In your eyes, human life is so worthless. You have
really opened my eyes!"
As he spoke, a cold anger spread throughout the room.
"Cut the shit. Since you three are here for this matter, don''t expect to walk away today!" Jesse
Yarwood dered, raising his hand with a sweep. "Everyone, charge in and take them down!"
A hundred men brandished theirrge knives and charged forward. Judge drew his Cold Moon
curved de from his body and dashed out. In no time, those who first rushed to the front all fell
down. Upon seeing this scene, the people behind simultaneously stopped in their tracks, gasping in
shock and horror with fear etched on their faces.
"No wonder you dare to be so reckless here, turns out you have some mediocre skills!" Jesse
Yarwood spoke coldly. "However, you, an ant at the perfect realm of a Battle God, dare to act
recklessly in front of me. You really don''t know how to write the word ''death''!"
As the words fell, the aura around him exploded like a bomb, instantly enveloping this void.
The dozens of men behind immediately trembled and quickly retreated upon hearing this.
"Go to hell!" In the next moment, Jesse Yarwood let out a loud shout and took two steps forward,
mming both hands down to unleash two icy gusts of wind towards Judge.
"Idiot!" Stout said in a deep voice, raising his hand to meet the attack with a powerful and
aggressive force.
Boom!
Two opposing forces, one yin and one yang, collided with great force, producing a dull sound. The
shockwave lifted the three men into the air, mming them heavily onto the ground, where they
convulsed briefly before bing still. Simultaneously, Jesse Yarwood spewed a mouthful of blood
into the air, his body sent flying again as if struck by a speeding car.
"How... how is this possible!?" Jesse climbed up from the ground and spat out another mouthful of
blood, looking at Stout in shock.
"This is all you know. Do you think by using unorthodox methods to break through to the Warlord
realm, you are invincible?" Stout said calmly.
"Humph!" Jesse Yarwood snorted coldly. "Then let me show you my true strength!"
After speaking, the momentum on his body rose again, and the air around him surged wildly. In no
time, another vortex formed. At the same time, a series of sinister energies rushed towards the
vortex at lightning speed from the men lying on the ground. In the next moment, the entire space
was shrouded in a terrifying aura, resembling hell.
Jesse Yarwood''s eyes turned crimson red at the same time, and his skin gradually turned dark
purple. His palms were as ck as carbon, making his look extremely eerie. Before long, a faint
and eerie skeletal figure formed above Jesse Yarwood''s head, with gusts of chilling wind.
Upon seeing this, the remaining dozens of men quickly dropped theirrge des and rushed
backward in fear.
"In the name of Emissary of the Underworld!" Jesse Yarwood shouted explosively, pushing Stout
away with both hands.
"Unconventional and crooked!" Billy said in a deep voice. Next, he snatched the de from Judge''s
hand. With a quick flick of his wrist, he unleashed a swift arc of de energy towards the skeletal
figure.
"Asking for death!" A cold smile crept across Jesse Yarwood''s face as he observed Billy''s move.
Crack!
After the de''s swing, the skeletal figure vanished in an instant. The de''s momentum remained
strong as it sliced through the air, severing one of Jesse Yarwood''s arms in mid-air. Dark red blood
spurted out. As the skeleton figure dispersed, the phantom transformed into waves of chilling evil
spirits and shot towards Billy and his twopanions.
Billy''s eyes narrowed, and a powerful aura emanated from him, immediately enveloping all the
negative energy around him.
"Break!" With a low growl, the clusters of evil energy exploded and disappeared without a trace.
"It''s impossible, you can''t break my move!" Witnessing this scene, Jesse Yarwood didn''t even care
about the pain from his severed arm. His face contorted with shock as he shouted aloud.