Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1904 - 1905: I Refuse Just Because

Maggie saw the blue Lightning Net enveloping her and imdiately stopped, her pretty face turning pale.

The Duke of Southern Road had regained so consciousness at this mont, opened his eyes, and sighed.

"Alright, stop running."

Maggie bit her lip, leaving teeth marks on her rosy lips, and dashed southwest with the Duke of Southern Road in her arms.

However, this ti, Ebert finally lost his patience.

He laughed heartily, "Miss Maggie, stay, I have no patience to play hide-and-seek with you!"

As he spoke, with a loud rumble, Lightning Nets appeared from all directions in the void, encircling Maggie and the Duke of Southern Road.

Maggie was both panicked and anxious, even though she was usually resourceful, now she was out of ideas.

Ebert looked at Maggie's panicked expression and felt the thrill of the hunt to the fullest.

He laughed heartily, "Go to hell, as long as you die, I shall be the ruler of the Southeast battlefield, who dares to defy !"

Boom!

At this mont, he felt a buzzing in the back of his head, like being struck by a giant iron hamr, and nearly fainted from seeing stars.

With pain, he lost control of the ions in the dark void, and the Lightning Net vanished instantly.

The electric net crackled and exploded, disappearing without a trace.

Maggie and the Duke of Southern Road watched as the destructive power of thunder and lightning disappeared before their eyes, their mouths agape in disbelief.

Ebert's plan to kill the Duke of Southern Road was the pinnacle of his life, yet now a sneak attack had ruined it at the last mont.

The feeling was akin to a nerd who had pursued a goddess for years finally winning her.

But then, on their wedding night, the nerd discovered the goddess was actually a big trap lolita.

Disappointnt, anger, frustration, sadness, questioning life...

A cascade of negative emotions surged forth, leaving the smug Ebert both shocked and furious.

He clutched his head and spun around violently.

"Who, who is it?"

Before he could finish his sentence, another dull thump echoed, with pain still emanating from the back of his head.

This ti, it was even more elusive, with no warning whatsoever.

Despite Ebert's Martial Arts Realm and level ten mutant's keen senses, he had detected no signs.

The pain was so intense that Ebert nearly fainted. He clutched the back of his head, his palm wet with blood.

Curiously, despite the opponent's advanced movent technique, he refrained from delivering a fatal blow to Ebert.

This left only two possibilities: either the opponent was not strong enough to kill Ebert.

Or the opponent wholly underestimated Ebert and disdained to make the move.

Of course, Ebert preferred to believe the opponent was not strong enough to engage him directly.

However, rationally, Ebert understood that the opponent's power exceeded his expectations.

Otherwise, what he had received wouldn't have been a sneak attack, but a sharpened blade.

Cat and mouse gas have always been for the strong, and Ebert wasn't the only one who enjoyed such gas.

Ebert never imagined that while he was toying with the Duke of Southern Road and Maggie as the weak.

The opponent would imdiately retaliate in kind, treating Ebert as the weak plaything.

This guy is a spiteful bastard!

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ebert's mind, then he raised his head abruptly.

"Who is it, co out!"

Boom!

As soon as Ebert finished speaking, another dull wind sound ca from behind, bursting the air and crashing heavily onto the back of his head.

Ebert, having been struck twice already, was on high alert; he roared and slapped back with his palm.

The airwaves surged out layer upon layer, forming a tidal-like Qi Force, sweeping everything away.

However, at this mont, an unimaginable pain suddenly erupted from Ebert's groin area.

A faint figure dashed out from underneath Ebert with a whooshing sound, laughing heartily.

"You thought I was going for your head? I wouldn't; I'm grabbing your peaches!"

Ebert clutched his groin, and the extre pain made his entire soul groan and scream!

Ebert could even hear the crisp sound of his two eggs cracking.

Even a level ten mutant cannot bear such excruciating pain of broken eggs.

Ebert's eyes bulged out, and his face turned purple like an eggplant.

"You... who exactly are you?"

In the distance, a sly-looking figure revealed himself, holding half a gun barrel in hand.

He had sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a long square face, a sharp chin, and wore a camouflage suit.

This guy looked quite handso, but the mischievous smirk on his lips made people dislike him at first sight.

Looking at this guy, Ebert nearly burst into flas with anger from his eyes.

"Who are you, with such audacity to interfere in my affairs!"

The man snorted disdainfully and said casually, "My audacity isn't big, but it's not small either; I can't stand you bullying a woman."

Needless to say, this person was Yang Fei.

He had set fire to the Dark Camp, taking advantage of the chaos to rush to the energy supply station and aid the Duke of Southern Road, finally arriving at this crucial mont.

Though Ebert had already broken through the tenth level evolution, divine abilities comparable to a Spiritual Martial Arts Master.

Yet, after Yang Fei broke through the Spirit Martial Realm, his Extre Tiger speed further increased, more than twice as strong as a typical Spiritual Martial Arts Master.

His Snake Stupefaction skill concealed his spiritual aura, his strength surpassing Ebert's, coupled with a surprise attack.

With so many factors combined, Ebert was no match for him and suffered a huge loss.

Enduring the pain, Ebert looked at Yang Fei, trying to sense his aura.

However, Yang Fei's Snake Stupefaction deeply concealed the fluctuation of his Essence Qi, leaving the spiritual aura completely sealed.

So, Ebert couldn't discern Yang Fei's Martial Arts Realm, feeling even more uneasy.

The Duke of Southern Road and Maggie also stared blankly at Yang Fei.

In the Duke of Southern Road's Black Cavalry, there were nurous experts and heroes, and the Duke of Southern Road had a broad social network, knowing people everywhere.

Yet, racking his brains, he couldn't recall such a formidable powerhouse among the Human Race.

Not far away, Milan stood on a small hill, saluted the Duke of Southern Road.

"Lieutenant Milan of the Ninth Trial Squad, Sai Enshi Academy, salutes Duke of Southern Road General."

The Duke of Southern Road was taken aback, "Are you students from Sai Enshi Academy? Excellent! Truly excellent!"

He was a general who valued talent and looked Yang Fei up and down.

"I never expected such a prodigious talent within the Sai Enshi Academy, a true blessing for our Human Race."

On the other hand, Maggie stared dumbfoundedly at Yang Fei, her eyes as calm as water, filled with admiration and disdain.

This guy indeed possessed exceptional martial arts skills, but his attack... was utterly shaless and despicable.

Even Maggie, being a fellow comrade, couldn't help but feel embarrassed for him.

Ebert struggled to suppress the burning pain in his groin, regulated his breathing, and sneered.

"My desire has always been to challenge the heroes of the Human Race."

"Now, having already experienced the Duke of Southern Road's skills, I shall now see yours."

Saying this, he looked deeply at Yang Fei and spoke seriously.

"In my lifeti, I never fight naless vermin, may I know your na?"

The fourth installnt is still being written.