Lord Of Martial Arts

Chester looked like he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh. He was dumbfounded.

"Chester!"

the other disciples cried out, worried, but they all stepped back in fear.

"Argh!"

The scream came out late as if Chester had belatedly realized the pain he was in.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!"

he howled as he rushed to Darren with all his strength.

It had to be said that Chester was actually quite powerful. He had a grade-five Fate Character and eight metal meridians at the very least.

If Darren came at him outright and didn't bother to hide, Chester could probably keep up with him for a few more rounds.

Boom! Boom!

Chester unleashed his god's power to the extreme. At that moment, all he wanted was to get back at Darren for the slaps he received. It was the most humiliating thing that he had ever experienced.

"Break his shoulders."

Bang! Bang!

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"Tyrone, keep chasing them. Don't let them run away," ordered Darren at once.

Nodding, Tyrone rushed to Guzman and kicked him to stop the man from escaping. Then, he slaughtered the nearby disciples who were about to escape.

He used their blood to draw a blood line in the air, and he wrote these words above the line: Those who cross this line will die.

Seeing this, the remaining disciples of the Scorching Fire Sect dared not move forward. They were almost pissing themselves in fear.

"Sir, please forgive me and let me go. I was just following orders. My mother is old and needs my support." One of the disciples immediately knelt in front of Darren, begging for mercy.

Of course, all these emotions could be turned into nourishment.

"Hmm...I guess you aren't that bad. A man who knows when to give up and when to fight is wise. All right, you may go now," said Darren.