St. Allen’s death was a bit hard for St. Jet to believe, but he could see that Jason was in bad shape at the moment, on the verge of copse, looking like he was going to run out of energy at any moment.


    A Quasi-Emperor Realm disciple just died, but it must not be in vain, if Jason is killed, then all the losses can be salvaged.


    “St. Gaelic, you go kill him! He’s just at the end of his rope now, so you have to be quick and leave no survivors!”


    St. Jet said to another disciple of Quasi-Emperor Realm beside him.


    The young disciple named St. Gaelic nodded, a sh of intense murderous intent shed deep within his eyes as he raised his eyes towards Jason in the ring, his gaze as if he was looking at a dead man.


    Jason naturally could see the meaning of the look that came out from the bottom of St. Gaelic’s eyes, and he snorted in his heart, thinking that he was afraid that these people only regarded himself as a strong and weak man, and that he could be subdued and killed by sending up any random person, right?


    What a bunch of idiots!Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    If I hadn’t been looking at your Agist half-spirits and elixirs, I wouldn’t have bothered to put on a show with you. I would have blown up a person’s head in two or three punches!


    But, since we’re acting then let’s keep acting.


    At that moment, St. Gaelic had already stepped into the ring, he was staring at Jason, he didn’t say anything, there was a killing chance shing in his eyes, then a strand of The power of the Emperor erupted out of his own body, apanied by his punching power, he sted at Jason.


    St. Gaelic evolved a fist with a sense of silence, as if a long silent night enveloped, under the long silent night all things die, no life, only Holy Night will always exist!


    It has to be said that these Agist’s supreme punches do have a superiority, and the killing power they explode is extremely powerful, but unfortunately the opponent encountered is Jason.


    Jason’s mouth constantly overflowed with blood, his body shook, looking like he was about to fall at any time, but on the contrary, he was like the undefeatable man, no matter how St. Gaelic attacked and killed him, he just swayed without falling down, and repeatedly avoided St. Gaelic’s powerful and strong killing moves.


    To an outsider, Jason looked like he was using his instincts as well as his vastbat experience to stalk the battle, constantly draining St. Gaelic’s chakra power.


    Sparing no effort, the two engaged in a battle that was extremely fierce and dangerous.


    At least, St. Gaelic didn’t let go of the water in the slightest, and he wanted to kill Jason as soon as he made a move. But he was not able to do so time and time again, and every time he came up short, which gradually made him start to get a little bit annoyed.


    Old Mr. Miller at ringside is starting to yawn as he watches.


    This kid usually do not see ah, this y is still very realistic, I’m afraid that simr things like this to pretend to be a pig eating a tiger have not done a lot of things, right?


    It’s a shame the kid didn’t go on to be an actor, maybe he’d evene back with an O’Whatchamacallit.


    The sparring match in the ring field continued, but some of the Agist powerhouses watching the battle in the field began to see some clues and started to feel that something wasn’t quite right.


    Jason didn’t act like a man who was about to fall at any time with serious injuries, his chi and blood power seemed to be inexhaustible, no matter how fierce St. Gaelic’s attack was, he couldn’t knock Jason down.


    The two exchanged dozens of moves until St. Gaelic’s offense began to slip a bit and his own strand of The power of the Emperor began to weaken, when Jason’s counterattack came as expected.


    Jason’s two heavy punches in session broke through St. Gaelic’s fist defense, just as St. Gaelic realized the danger and was ready to retreat, suddenly, the power of the Gravity Field evolved by Jason steeply increased by more than a factor of two, and there was a ray of extremely powerful imperial level pressure within the pressure.


    In that moment, St. Gaelic’s form had a brief pause, and that was fatal enough.


    Boom!


    Jason jabs St. Gaelic right on the throat.


    Click!


    With a sound like a throat trachea being sted straight through, St. Gaelic flew backwards and fell to the ground, already out of breath.


    “Satan!”


    St. Jet roared out in anger, he was furious to the extreme, he wasn’t stupid, he was an Emperor Level Power no matter what, he could already see that he had been tricked by Jason.


    Jason has been hiding his strength.


    The so-called injuries, the so-called faltering about to fall … it is all an illusion, all pretense.


    Hateful!


    Now that the two Quasi-Emperor Realm disciples on Holy Night people’s side had already been killed, and the remaining disciples were only at the high King level, how could this battle be fought?


    Sending them up there is a giveaway, not sending that battle is a loss!


    “Holy Night people are there any young disciples who dare to answer the battle?”


    Jason opened his mouth, and as he spoke, he didn’t forget to cover his heart and cough up a mouthful of blood, with the appearance of a serious injury.


    Seeing this scene, all the major Agist powerhouses under the ring were speechless, and people like Blood Shadow, Blood Wind, and St. Jet were even pitch ck.


    Mud, still pretending!


    Do you really think they’re stupid?


    The Holy n of the Apocalypse The few young disciples were also dumbfounded, as if they were encountering such a thing for the first time.


    “Isn’t this fellow a bit too shameless? He’s obviously very strong, so why is he pretending to be injured and coughing up blood?”


    “Who knows what he thinks, maybe he’s a psychopath. But he’s really strong, he first challenged Blood Moon Agist then Holy Night people, shouldn’t he challenge us next?”


    “If you really want to challenge us, then let’s fight! Are you afraid of him?”


    “Shut up!” Kai, who was on the side, scanned those few young disciples of the n with a stern gaze in his eyes.


    The Holy n of the ApocalypseThe three young disciples were silenced, but it was the Holy Maiden of the Apocalypse who turned her eyes, looked deeply at Jason on the ring, and said in a low voice: “Uncle Kai, although this person is strong, his behavior is extremely shameless, so it’s hard to avoid letting people look down. What does he intend to do by provoking Blood Moon Agist and Holy Night people like this?”


    Kai’s attitude towards the Holy Maiden of the Apocalypse that was very different, after hearing the words he said softly, “Perhaps the next thing is not so simple, we can just watch from the sidelines, don’t get involved for the time being.”


    The Holy Maiden of the Apocalypse nodded and said no more.


    In the ring, Jason directs himself and looks shaken as he says, “So badly injured that no one has the guts to get in the ring anymore? Holy Night people is this no one left? Send another disciple up here and maybe I’ll be knocked out.”


    With that, the guy coughed up blood again as if no one else was around.


    The many Agist powerhouses under the ring were speechless, even Parks’ mouth twitched, and Lilith didn’t know what to say but felt her cheeks burning.


    I’ve seen shameless ones, but I’ve never seen such shameless ones.


    “Ahem…”


    Old Mr. Miller, as if he couldn’t stand it any longer, coughed dryly-boy, just act the part, don’t go too far.


    Jason felt quite regretful when he saw that Holy Night people were no longer taking the bait, he still wanted to take this opportunity to ughter a few more of Holy Night people’s young disciples.


    At the end, Jason took a deep breath, his originally weak and wobbly footsteps jolted and stabilized, his entire body towering like a great mountain, stood firm, he looked straight at St. Gaelic and said, ”I know that you’re angry and feel that I’m pitting the young disciples of your n.


    But am I pitting myself?


    So many strong people are here, all of them are Quasi-Emperor Realm cultivation, and their deaths in battle can only mean that they are not as strong as me, and sooner orter they will be killed.


    Since you are displeased and resentful, I will now give you a chance to take revenge.


    I’m going to challenge you to a fight to the death in the ring field!


    Do you, Emperor Level Power of the Holy Night people, dare to take the stage?”


    The whole room was in an uproar at these words.


    Is this a date with a First Emperor Realm powerhouse?


    A Quasi-Emperor Realm sends an appointment to an AgistEmperor Level Power?