The Martial Unity

Chapter 1523

He turned to the carriage.

BADUMP

BADUMP

BADUMP

He had already deactivated his Martial Heart, yet he could feel his heart beating harder than it ever had before.

He was finally here.

After nearly eight years, he had finally reached this point. He almost couldn't believe it. He had dreams about this moment more times than he could count.

He took off his mask, tossing it away.

"Huff…" He took a deep breath, before forcing open the carriage door and surging in with his hand stretched out, his arms reaching out.

CLASP!

He caught a hand.

A hand that held a detonator to a bomb.

A bomb in a man.

"Not so fast…" Rui whispered. "Deacon Vernes…"

There he was.

nails drew blood from how hard his fists were clenched. He looked older than Rui had realized with Riemannian Echo. His skin had grown paler and aged. His hair

been kind to you, has it?" It was spontaneous, yet he had already uttered it before he realized it. He

too much to say; he didn't

Deacon opened his mouth.

Yet no words escaped.

stuck out his tongue before biting down with every

CRACK

detonator between the man's teeth, jamming his

Martial Senior like myself could effortlessly clear ten kilometers before you actually die,"

at the fact that Rui knew about his

as the

wondered what I'd do when I got my hands on you. Would I chop you up into little bits, or would I try some of the torture methods that were practiced during the medieval age back in previous life? I was never able to decide. Yet,

arrived, I don't feel even the slightest shred

hand. For some reason, he was unable to muster up any desire to torment the man that he thought he hated with a venomous intensity. He delved within himself, trying to understand himself. Naturally, his senses were at peak alertness. Every twitch the man made, everything within dozens

that I am strong enough to act on my hatred, I don't feel

that he hated more than anything. His inability to eliminate a threat to himself and his

it was gone, to

pulled out the detonator from the

man gritted his teeth.

THWOOM

fired off Death's Sympathy. Yet this time, he hyper-focused the projectile like a scalpel rather than

his

heart, however,

Rui was not satisfied with just

one last look at Chairman Deacon's

second, he was more than ten kilometers

THWOOM!

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255