Awakening the War God

Chapter 64 Mr. Gale Making a Move

Chapter 64 Mr. Gale Making a Move

"Thomas, do you know what you're saying?"

Clarence's face turned cold as he spat out his toothpick. "Today, I came with my best men, Scorpion and Bull, and so many elite members of my clan, while there are only a dozen people on your side. Do you really want to fight me? Do you have a death wish?"

Standing behind Clarence was a young man with white hair and an old man with a big nose.

They exuded extraordinary auras. They were Scorpion and Bull, as Clarence mentioned.

While all kinds of people mingled in different clans, it was not the real strength of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall.

In the eyes of average thugs, the hitters of clans were invincible.

It could be said that whether Thomas could survive or not depended on whether he could beat the two.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. If you're going to make a move, do it! After I'm done with you guys, I want to go have some night snacks."

Thomas took out the tissue to wipe his hands.

Then, he firmly gripped his machete, preparing for a great brawl.

A fight should always have some ceremony to it.

His men were also ready to fight.

Not one of them showed signs of backing down.

"Stubborn fool! Go and kill him!"

Clarence lost his patience and waved his right hand.

The hundred or so people charged forward in a dense formation.

The great battle began.

They clashed and fought with all their might.

"Bring it on!" Thomas took the lead, gripping his machete tightly.

With two swift slashes, he took down two men.

As the leader, he had to lead by example and set the tone.

The sensation of the blade cutting through flesh was exhilarating.

It ignited his fighting spirit.

"Clarence, don't you dare run! You're my prey today!"

After taking down two opponents, Thomas raised his machete high, shouting at Clarence, who was standing at the entrance.

As long as he defeated Clarence, this crisis would resolve itself.

Under Thomas's leadership, the Twelve Birds fought bravely.

They were handpicked by Thomas, and they had received intense combat training.

They fought fiercely, even when facing multiple opponents.

Moreover, once their momentum was built up, it inspired others and increased their fighting power.

When injured, they fought even more courageously.

In comparison, although there were more people from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall, they were suppressed by these dozen men in terms of momentum.

It was ridiculous that over a hundred people were being driven back by just a few men.

"You're worthless. Whoever dares to retreat, I'll kill them!"

The situation on the battlefield far exceeded Clarence's expectations.

He never expected Thomas to be so fierce.

If he couldn't eliminate Thomas today, he would become the biggest joke in the entire city.

"Scorpion, Bull, go and take down Thomas!"

At that point, there was no room for hesitation anymore. They had to settle things quickly.

"Alright!"

Bull was an elderly man in his fifties.

He had a fierce demeanor, and with a single leap, he landed right in front of Thomas, stepping on the shoulders of his comrades from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall as if he were flying.

His foot landed squarely on Thomas's chest, sending him flying.

Scorpion was a ruthless young man.

Gripping a dagger, he charged toward the fallen Thomas.

His first move was a killing blow.

"You b*stards have no sense of honor!"

Thomas's chest throbbed with pain, but he didn't have time to catch his breath.

He hastily raised his knife to block, but it wasn't a complete defense.

Scorpion's dagger left a cut on his chest.

He was injured.

As soon as Scorpion and Bull joined the battle, the situation changed.

The original advantage that Thomas's group held in terms of momentum gradually waned.

The people from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall fought more fiercely as they went along, and their numerical superiority became increasingly apparent.

Many of the Twelve Birds were surrounded and heavily injured.

"Stay here and don't run around. I need to make a move."

The situation was dire, and Gabriel had no choice but to intervene.

Although Ava was afraid, she nodded.

Gabriel stood up and narrowed his eyes.

Scorpion's dagger was seen heading toward Thomas's neck.

Thomas was defenseless, and the situation was critical.

Gabriel grabbed a bottle from the table and swung it toward Scorpion.

Scorpion, who was about to take Thomas's life, was taken aback.

He drew back his dagger to block it.

With a loud crack, the bottle shattered against the blade.

Scorpion instinctively closed his eyes, but he felt a chill down his spine.

Before he could open his eyes, he suffered a heavy blow to the back of his head.

The blow was heavy, and he was almost knocked out.

His body involuntarily fell forward.

He happened to fall into Thomas's embrace.

"You're dead, b*stard!"

Thomas would naturally not miss such a great opportunity.

He swung his machete forward, slashing across Scorpion's neck.

A red line appeared, and Scorpion groaned as he covered his neck.

But he couldn't stop the bleeding.

Spitting blood, he shut his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

"Scorpion!"

Bull was shocked and rushed forward to catch Scorpion.

However, a streak of red flashed before him.

Before he could react, he was kicked out by that streak of red.

The one who attacked Scorpion and kicked Bull was none other than Gabriel.

After sending Bull flying, he immediately shouted, "Mr. Taylor is mighty. He killed Scorpion!"

As soon as those words came out, everyone looked over.

Soon, they realized that Scorpion was indeed dead.

The man was lying motionless in a pool of blood.

The hitter of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall was unexpectedly killed by Thomas.

The cornered Twelve Birds regained their fighting spirit and began to fight back.

They managed to regain control of the situation.

Thomas used his machete to prop himself up.

He stared at Gabriel for a while.

Then he exclaimed in surprise, "Bo..."

Just as he shouted, he saw Gabriel gesturing for him to keep quiet.

Thomas was clever enough to swallow back his words. Instead, he shouted, "Everyone, charge! The people from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall are nothing!"

Gabriel smiled with satisfaction.

He approached Thomas and whispered, "Don't expose my identity. Leave Bull to me! This is the final test today. Go and hack down Clarence!"

"Just what I had in mind!"

With Gabriel present, Thomas's confidence soared.

As he clasped his machete, his bloodstained face looked incredibly fierce.

He charged toward Clarence without hesitation.

"Clarence, I'm going to chop you into pieces!"

Thomas shouted fiercely.

Clarence was puzzled and panicked.

In the Silverwood Clan, Scorpion was second only to Bull. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

But he was killed by a common gangster.

It was unbelievable.

But as the leader of the Silverwood clan, how could Clarence be frightened by Thomas?

Muttering curses under his breath, he unsheathed a machete and went to meet Thomas head-on.

"Boss, I..."

Bull got up, trying to go over and protect Clarence.

But just as he got up, Gabriel once again appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

"Who are you?"

Bull stopped in his tracks, feeling uneasy.

This guy with dyed red hair was incredibly powerful.

Gabriel slowly spoke, "I'm Mr. Gale, the one to kill you!"

"What a big tone, young man!" Bull snorted, planning to strike first.

With his right hand in a claw shape, he lunged at Gabriel.

Gabriel stood dominantly in place, allowing the man to grab his right shoulder.

He coldly said, "Under overwhelming strength, everything you do is useless!"

In his eyes, killing intent surged.

His right hand suddenly grabbed Bull's wrist.

Fear crept into Bull's heart as he felt an unprecedented chill.