Chapter 743: Chapter 743 Ghost Valley Leader_1
“Damn Julius Reed, every ti I run into you, I’m the one who gets screwed!”
Terry Moore, carrying Quella Radcliffe on his back, cursed breathlessly.
Last ti in Gonzalez City, he slept in a haystack, unable to get a proper al.
This ti, he was being chased to kill!
Behind him, the elite disciples of Ghost Valley were pursuing him relentlessly with long knives in hand.
Originally, facing these people, Terry Moore still stood a chance.
But he had been seriously injured during a fight with Bartley Hawthorne.
His combat abilities were greatly diminished.
Moreover, carrying Quella Radcliffe on his back while running had further weakened his body.
“Julius, it’s one thing for you to screw over, but now even your own wife?”
Terry Moore looked at the pitch-black intersection ahead of him and felt utterly desperate.
They had agreed to keep running south, and not even gods could catch them.
But now, the pursuers were getting closer, and aside from the pitch-dark road ahead, there wasn’t even a ghost in sight.
Glancing back at the pursuers who were tailing him, Terry Moore regretfully set Quella Radcliffe down on the ground.
At the sa ti, he took out a small pill from his pocket.
It was from Karen.
The Tyrant Pill!
In critical monts, it could unleash the body’s potential, drastically increasing combat power for a short ti.
But it could only last five minutes.
After five minutes, he would collapse from exhaustion.
By then, he would be like a fish on a chopping board, helplessly at the rcy of others.
“To go, or not to go?”
Terry Moore was torn inside.
If he stayed, he would most likely get killed.
He hadn’t married or had children yet.
None of that was important.
What mattered was that Karen still owed him money.
If he really died, that old guy would definitely weasel out of it.
Given the current situation, it was certain they couldn’t both get away.
Terry Moore could run at most another kiloter before he would collapse from exhaustion.
But if he fled alone, there wouldn’t be much of an issue.
The disciples of Ghost Valley were after Quella Radcliffe.
Moreover, with Terry Moore taking Karen’s pill, he could absolutely fight his way out.
The disciples of Ghost Valley would have no need for such a desperate battle after getting their hands on Quella Radcliffe.
But in that case…
Quella Radcliffe would definitely be captured.
Her fate would be uncertain.
“Julius, if you have any conscience, burn so more paper money for when you visit my grave.”
Terry Moore looked down at Quella Radcliffe who had collapsed on the ground and swallowed the pill.
The mont the pill entered his mouth,
A warm current spread throughout his body.
His previously weak body was instantly filled with strength.
“Uh…”
Terry Moore let out a muffled roar and glanced at his watch.
Ti was too precious!
He had only five minutes!
After five minutes, both of them would die here.
“Boy, why don’t you run!”
After a brief pause, the elite disciples of Ghost Valley swiftly surrounded him.
They held black long knives in their hands and wore mocking smiles.
Having fought with the divine general Bartley Hawthorne, this kid in front of them was already running on fus.
He was nothing to worry about.
Right now, they were like cats playing with a mouse,
Full of playful malice as they sought to humiliate Terry Moore.
“I hear you’re the top expert in the capital?”
One of the Ghost Valley disciples stepped forward, sneeringly said, “So if we go to the capital, does that make us the experts among experts?”
“Haha! Brother would surely stand unmatched in the capital. You might even beco a martial arts prodigy of seven provinces and a staff general.”
“It shows there’s no one in the capital! Such a loser, and he’s hailed as the top expert?”
“He’s just riding on his undeserved reputation, absolutely worthless!”
Since they had him trapped, his escape was as hopeless as a winged insect!
Terry Moore might be a celebrity in the capital, so they felt a great sense of achievent in deaning him.
“You really think I don’t have a temper?”
Hearing the ridicule of the Ghost Valley disciples, Terry Moore took a deep breath.
Damn Karen!
The pill’s effect lasted only five minutes, and he had to stand still for one minute without moving.
“Huff!”
He glanced at his watch.
He had four minutes left.
The pill’s effect was now fully activated!
“Terry Moore, if you’ve got the guts, co fight mana…”
Bang!
Before the Ghost Valley disciple could finish speaking, Terry Moore took a step forward!
He grabbed the disciple’s head with one hand!
His knee struck violently!
Crack!
Brain matter splattered everywhere!
The Ghost Valley disciple’s body went limp and he lay straight out on the ground.
“You, the expert among experts? Dare to co to the capital and I’ll beat the shit out of you!”
Terry Moore kicked his corpse aside: “Tch!”
The air fell deathly silent.
The disciples of Ghost Valley hadn’t expected this.
The Terry Moore, who had fought with the divine general Bartley Hawthorne for so long and carried soone out this far,
So ferocious still!
“You, co here!”
He pointed at the Ghost Valley disciple who just called himself the senior master brother.
He glanced at his watch.
Three minutes and twenty seconds!
After three minutes and twenty seconds, he would be at others’ rcy!
Ti!
Ti!
Ti!
Hiss!
Terry Moore took a deep breath and dashed towards that senior master brother!
“The senior master brother has boundless magical power! Kill Terry Moore!”
A Ghost Valley disciple shouted loudly.
The others joined in the shouting.
But.
The heart of the senior Ghost Valley brother was uneasy.
He thought Terry Moore was at the end of his rope, and that’s why he dared to be so arrogant.
But now…
Sothing seed off!
All the shouting was behind him.
If he didn’t go forth, he wouldn’t have the face to be the senior master brother anymore.
“Terry Moore, I’m giving you a chance to kneel and beg for rcy…”
The more he spoke, the more his scalp tingled.
“Damn it!”
The senior Ghost Valley brother steeled his heart and charged with his long knife!
“Die!”
Sssla!
He swung his blade down, heading straight for Terry Moore!
And at the sa ti!
Terry Moore pulled out a swing stick from his waist and swung it fiercely!
Clang!
Knife and stick collided!
The senior Ghost Valley brother’s arm went numb, and his knife fell to the ground.
The next mont!
His feet left the ground.
His whole body was lifted up.
His breathing beca more and more labored.
All those shouting Ghost Valley disciples, their mouths wide open!
In front of them—
Terry Moore slid his swing stick back to his waist, gripping the senior master brother’s neck with one hand!
As if slaughtering a chicken!
Bang!
In full view, he threw a punch!
Blood splattered across the senior master brother’s face!
“The martial arts champion of seven provinces?”
Bang!
Another punch!
The senior master brother’s eyes turned black!
A wail ca from his mouth.
“Also, an advisor to the general?”
Bang!
Yet another punch!
The senior master brother’s mouth, nearly toothless…
Even the new wisdom teeth, were knocked out.
“You dare to go to the capital, I’ll feed you Old Eight’s secret mini burgers for a year, make you eat from the start of the year to the end! You think you’re the tough guy of Ghost Valley, huh?”
Terry Moore pressed the senior master brother to the ground!
Picked up the knife nearby.
“Don’t… don’t kill … Boss Terry Moore…”
Although blinded, the senior master brother still had his ears.
He distinctly heard the sound of Terry Moore picking up the knife…
“I don’t die, you’ll always be a little brother!”
Puchi!
Terry Moore slashed with the knife!
Gurgle…
The senior master brother’s head rolled to the feet of those Ghost Valley disciples.
“Retreat…”
They exchanged glances and turned to flee!
This was a plague god!
If even the senior master brother couldn’t beat him, were they going up there just to die?
But these people couldn’t understand, how Terry Moore, who was supposedly at the end of his rope, could suddenly burst with power?
It seed, even more fierce than when fighting the divine general.
“Whew!”
Two minutes left.
“There’s no ti!”
Terry Moore bent down, planning to pick up Quella Radcliffe and hide her first.
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly,
Those Ghost Valley disciples who had already fled were struck and flew out.
And those remaining ones also stepped back a few paces.
Terry Moore lifted his head, looking into the distance at that chilling shadow.
His eyes narrowed.
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