The God of War

Chapter 213

The God of War Chapter 213

As his voice fell, Soren was stunned and quickly an eerie sneer crept across his face.

As a martial arts expert, he could sense the impending threat that this young man was a master!

Soren didn’t care about it because he couldn’t feel prouder to destroy an expert than a random warrior! “Such an ignorant fool! No one will ever say no to the Bushes. Let me help if you want to meet Stephen in Hell!”

Soren growled as he shook the long stick in his hand. He suddenly swooshed forward like a hurricane and reached in front of Jorge. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Dancing like a dragon!

A faint dragon streamed out of the metal stick in his hand with a whopping blast before it could hit Jorge. It contained violent and restless energy as if terrifying waves pounced towards him one after another! “The scariest part is your stupidity, not death.”

Facing the terrifying strike, Jorge remained composure. He grabbed the stick with his right hand and said flatly, “I wish you could be smarter in your next life. You might live longer then.” novelxo.com fast update

Soren lifted his right hand and crooked his fingers as he spoke.

Soren flung his stick with full strength, forming plenty of phantoms as if a wild beast ran into a towering mountain, but Jorge easily fixed the tip of the stick in his palm. No matter how hard Soren tried, he couldn’t move a bit.

There was a giant gap between them. Soren’s inherited martial art that he had been proud of meant nothing to Jorge. It was like a super heavy object sinking in the sea and muted its way down to the bottom!

“No, this is impossible!”

At this moment, Soren’s face contorted into an odd expression as if he saw a ghost. He looked down at the stick in his hand and his voice was cracked. “You, how did you do it? Who are you? My stick…”

Jorge slowly shook his head when he gripped the stick and looked at the panic-stricken Soren. He said, “Now it’s too late to regret!”

As his voice fell, he gently tightened his grip.

The stick creaked with continuous creepy sounds.

The metal stick twisted and deformed in Jorge’s hand like a straw. Finally, Soren saw it creak into two parts!

…

Soren froze there with trembled lips, and he didn’t say anything.

He felt terrifically scared!

Jorge’s strength had exceeded his expectation. He could smash a metal stick with one hand that neither a changing strength Grandmaster nor a godlike grandmaster could do it.

Who exactly was this young man? How could Nadia keep such a powerful master with her? “S-Soren!”

Melvin’s face was drained of color because Jorge totally scared him!

He pulled Soren’s arm with his left hand while his right wrist fractured. He said in a shaking voice, “A wise man doesn’t fight when the odds are against him. Let’s go back and tell it the head.”

Soren gritted his teeth and stopped right there.

He glared at Jorge and said coldly, “I have to admit that you’re good!”

“We will meet again!”

Then Soren turned around and left with Melvin.

“Where do you want to go?”

Jorge threw away the stick pieces and stared behind Soren and Melvin. He smiled and shook his head. “Do you think you can come and go as you like?”

“You seem to have forgotten what I said. I’ve told you! You have missed the chance and you have to die today!