"Boss, are we attacking?"
"Kill!"
"Heh heh..."
Constantine started chuckling excitedly.
Godfrey, on the left, also had a curve to his mouth, and it was really a rare sight for him to show a smile.
In the eyes of those three, they weren’t the ones being surrounded. It was Alberto and the several hundred people around them that were being surrounded.
This was a difference of opinion!
"Are we making a move yet? I almost can’t wait any longer," said Constantine as he rubbed his fists and palms.
Godfrey looked over at Maxwell seriously.
Maxwell faintly smiled and said, "These thirteen fellow brothers; thank you for following at a ti like this. You guys can go off to the side and take a break since there’s no need for you to take any actions here."
A scene like this, and there wasn’t any need for the subordinates to take action?
Then, under what circumstances will the subordinates take action?
The people with Alberto started laughing loudly again in ridicule.
"Greenhorns are truly greenhorns. They aren’t even acting like a boss and letting their little brothers go off to the side to rest while they themselves go to the frontline. Hahaha..."
"What a nut job!"
"Not only is he a nut job, but he’s also a piece of trash that’s too full of himself."
"Enough of the bullshit, and quickly take them down. We can then have a good discussion on how to split Augustus’s territory."
"Right, right, hurry it up a bit! My wife has cooked soup tonight and is still waiting for to go ho."
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The fight was starting!
Arianna was standing at the main hall entrance, filled with worry. After all, there were simply too many opponents, resulting in three against three hundred plus people.
Blindman Dale was off to the side and leisurely shouted out: "Dragon head, I will play a tragic song for you!"
Arianna angrily glared at Blindman Dale and said, "You damn blind guy, can’t you say so auspicious words instead? What ambush from all directions? If you’re going to play sothing, you should play a happy song instead!"
Blindman Dale almost sprayed out saliva before muttering, "Miss Arianna, I only know that one song. But don’t worry, so what if it’s an ambush from all directions? He has a Buddha’s warrior attendants to his left and right, so all ambushes are futile!"
"Huh?" Arianna was a bit confused and couldn’t understand what Blindman Dale was saying. She looked over at Maxwell and was about to shout out, but then softly said, "Slly scoundrel, you need to be careful."
Maxwell’s right hand was raised into the air before he snapped and said: "Blindman Dale, let the music begin!"
"I obey!"
Blindman Dale’s finger touched the strings while his other hand started pulling the bow.
In an instant...
The banjo exuded a thick amount of killing intent. The thick killing intent started dispersing through the surrounding area as if soone was being ambushed by tens of thousands of soldiers.
"Damn!"
"Blindman Dale, you’re really capable! You can actually play such an aweso piece of music! I like it!" Maxwell grinned. He then looked to the left and right and said, "You two; the sa old rules!"
Constantine rubbed his nose and smiled foolishly: "Understood!"
Godfrey didn’t respond. The Hulk Sword on his shoulder suddenly moved, and it looked like the sword was leading the person. His figure seed to beco the sword as it suddenly shot forth into the crowd.
"Damn it!"
"Kid, you’re cheating!" Constantine touched his bald head, and the ferocious-looking beast on his head started glowing bloody red. His body then shot out like a quick-moving tank. Every step he took, the courtyard would shake from the impact.
Their powers were raging!
"Hahaha..."
"Here I co!"
The two of them were like wolves rushing into a pen of sheep with extrely excited expressions.
Godfrey slashed with his sword.
Constantine punched out.
The two of them looked like they were competing. Neither of them was willing to be left behind or relax one bit. The control of their strength was exceptional, as each strike of theirs wouldn’t kill but leave their opponent in a half-dead state for Maxwell to reap.
Maxwell started grinning.
Godfrey’s bravery with his sword and holder beca one.
Constantine’s boorish and bloody beast becos one with his person.
Aweso!
The two of them were simply too aweso!
Maxwell was internally ecstatic. The lives of these two will definitely be rather colourful in the future. Being able to beco brothers with these two was truly one of life’s greatest pleasures. Maxwell then started feeling blessed.
Brothers!
These are the brothers I’ve always wanted!
Tonight, I shall battle alongside my brothers!
Fighting for my brothers!
Maxwell clenched his fists before shouting: "Level 3 Overdrive!"
Eight tis the attributes exploded out, and the aura on his body rose like intense flas.
Maxwell faintly smiled before bending his fingers at Alberto’s direction. "You were just very arrogant then, right? Co, co over here. I’ll show you what true arrogance is, and how so arrogance can lead to one’s death!"
Alberto’s expression turned fierce as his anger rose to the sky. He then shouted: "Brothers of the Dire Wolf Gang, kill them for !"
His shout rallied his n!
The mbers of the Dire Wolf Gang pulled out their weapons and started rushing forth.
"Brothers of the Hamr Gang, kill them for !"
"Kill them for !"
"Kill!"
At this mont, all the gangs had focused their strength on the battle.
Alberto roared out, sounding like the king of wolves, and his body exploded with an aura that belonged to a savage beast. His hands slamd into the ground before catapulting into the air just like a wolf pouncing over.
"Alpha Wolf Howling to the Moon!"
"Howl!"
Alberto’s body created nine illusory wolf shadows.
"Hahaha..."
"The boss’s Alpha Wolf Mystical Technique has been released."
"Forefather Ray said that whoever manages to get this kid’s head will take over this street, so don’t let Alberto grab it first!"
"Tare is coming!"
Several gang bosses started rushing forward.
Maxwell looked up at the nine wolf shadows and said with a smile: "rely nine little pugs."
"You’re courting death!"
The nine wolves moved in unison; their claws possessing the power to rip space apart, all rushed downwards.
Nine different directions.
Nine sources of power.
Every wolf was a real entity. This was Alberto’s martial technique that made him famous. It had been cultivated for several decades, and over a hundred to a thousand people had died under it!
In his eyes, Maxwell was about to et his doom!
All the other bosses were rushing forth, releasing their most powerful martial techniques. They were trying to prevent Alberto from taking the lead since none of them wanted to fall behind.
Maxwell gave a gloomy smile. He originally wanted to activate the Eternal Kingdom, but ultimately did not.
Instead...
"Magma Fire!"
"Level 3!"
"Entire body in flas!"
"Bam!"
Maxwell’s whole body turned into molten lava, exuding a searing aura. He then locked onto Alberto’s nine shadow wolves and shouted: "I’ll show you what true arrogance is!"
"Ghost Steps!"
"Level 3, Hunted Cut!"
Maxwell’s figure blurred and created a thousand phantom images of himself. All phantoms were fiery red and lit up the crowded courtyard. Even the sky above the northern city seed to be dyed red as a column of fire had rushed into the sky.
"rely nine shadow figures."
"I have a thousand of them!"
"Now die for !"
"Great Fla Commandnt!"
One Piece’s Portgas D. Ace’s ability?
Nope.
Maxwell created his own version and gave it the sa na as the Great Fla Commandnt.
A thousand phantom images all burning with magma. They all then shot fire out towards a single point, condensing the magma into an incomparably huge fireball. The fireball had completely lit up the entire northern city!
This was powerful to a complete ss!
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