The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 103

Seeing the statue show signs of life, Jacob arched an eyebrow and complimented, "The Central District is truly filled with amazing talents. Even a small cult like Cruor Sect has the astounding ability to create something magical from corroding powers!"

The Son of Cruor remained in a pool of blood and shouted viciously, "I don't care who you are! Under the divine power of my Cruor Warrior, all things shall face destruction!"

"Hmph, what a bold claim!" Gerald sneered mockingly. "I am curious to see what your Cruor Warrior can do."

After saying that, Gerald dashed toward the statue, which surface had mostly cracked.

"Ugh…"

The wind swept across the square.

Gerald leaped ten meters to the statue and punched it squarely in its chest.

Bang! The statue flew backward, sending debris flying everywhere.

"It's hard!"

Gerald shook his hand as he stood where the statue was, watching it fall to the ground about eight meters away.

Jacob squinted his eyes as he looked at the statue and felt a powerful force awakening within it. He

could not resist warning Gerald, "Gerald, don't drop your guard. Unleash your full power in one blow."

Gerald's expression grew solemn upon hearing Jacob. He answered respectfully, "Yes, sir."

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. With each breath, his already buffed body grew visibly bigger.

Around eight meters away, the fallen statue suddenly floated in the air, surging with invisible energy before opening its eyes wide.

"Cruor Warrior, destroy him!" The Son of Cruor howled madly.

Boom! The statue exploded, revealing a shriveled figure in iron armor. Then, it crashed onto the ground and roared into the sky.

"Shut up!" Gerald scolded and stomped his foot against the ground.

Crack! Gravel shot up from the ground as Gerald dashed forward and appeared before Cruor Warrior in the blink of an eye.

"Take this!"

With a loud cry, Gerald aimed his energy-enveloped fist against Cruor Warrior's chest.

In a fraction of a second, Cruor Warrior managed to extend its hands as Gerald punched its chest firmly.

Bang! Red cracks appeared on Cruor Warrior's black chest.

Gerald exuded roaring heat from his body. His muscles bulged as he pressed his right arm against Cruor Warrior's chest.

"Go to hell!"

Gerald gave a thunderous roar as he dashed forward. His arms increased twice in size.

He struck Cruor Warrior with a heavy blow, knocking out the blood-red lights from its eyes, and sending it shattering into a pile of smelly fragments.

How is this possible? How can someone destroy Cruor Warrior with only two strikes?

The Son of Cruor widened his eyes and opened his mouth to spat out another mouthful of blood.

Jacob looked at how the Son of Cruor instantly aged a few years and said coldly, "Do you have any more tricks? If not, I'm going to kill you now."

Damn it! I'll kill you!

The Son of Cruor shook as he clenched his fist. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Then, his face distorted with madness. "Haha, you all asked for it! I will fight you to the end!"