George roared like thunder. His blade- like arms gleamed coldly and sliced through Abigail’s body with lightning speed. The speed of his momentum sent him skidding for about 25 feet before he finally cto a halt.

“This is what happens when you pissoff, bitch!” He turned and laughed maniacally with a fierce expression. He believed that strength mattered and not the useless poisonous mist or creature.

“Hey, what are you laughing at?” A clear, crisp voice rang out from the front.

George looked toward the voice and was surprised to see Abigail. She casually turned with a smirk as if she were looking at a fool.

“Hmm?” His smile faltered and was replaced by shock.

What happened? Hadn’t his blade already sliced through her neck? Why was there no sign of injury? Could he have missed it? That seemed impossible. His blade was as fast as lightning, and she hadn’t even moved. How could he have missed? What on earth had happened? “I’m not stopping until you’re dead!” George was frustrated and didn’t want to dwell on it, so he resolved to keep attacking.

If one strike weren’t enough, he would try two. If two weren’t enough, he would go for ten, a hundred, or even a thousand. No matter what, he was determined to make Abigail pay for her actions.

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With a flash of his blade arms, he moved like a blur and charged forward again. His body was tough and had an astonishing recovery rate.

As long as he wasn’t dead, he would keep fighting. He was ready to do whatever it took, even if it meant outlasting his enemy.

at the approaching figure but didn’t flinch or dodge. She waved her hand, and three black iron balls shot out as they headed straight for George’s face. These were the Dawson Clan’s

from his previous encounters, he dared not strike them. Instead, he twisted his body and dodged. But as

storm of poisoned needles rained down and turned George into a human pincushion. His entire

likely be fatal for an ordinary grandmaster, but George was different. With his

they were incredibly painful. With his flesh already rotting from the previous poison, the new assault was like

screamed again. His face contorted

Every the tried to strike, Abigail interrupted him with one nasty trick after another. First, it was

against these attacks. His defenses were breached, and he was poisoned as if

vitality kept him fighting despite the relentless attacks, but it also meant he was enduring

kill you! I swear I will!” George roared like a

the poisoned needles from his body. Driven mad

he had. He could endure countless blows, but if

and still standing? Guess being big really makes you tough,” Abigail remarked

closed in on Abigail. With a swift motion, he swung the blade on his right arm toward her neck

curled her lips into a sneer. Instead of dodging, she extended her delicate hand and firmly caught his descending

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