600: Chapter 600 Attack Him, Kill Him!_1 600: Chapter 600 Attack Him, Kill Him!_1 Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Had Carson Flores gone mad?
Hadn’t Leah Frost just warned him, yet why did he still insist on clashing head-on?
Leah Frost’s expression was filled with urgency, thinking, why wouldn’t this stubborn kid heed advice?
Shirley Miller’s gaze was fixed on the arena, but her expression wasn’t one of great concern.
She was well aware of why Carson Flores was doing this.
Rylan Hoffman was only third in the Hoffman Family’ hierarchy, above him there was more formidable Seth Hoffman, that top ten expert in Jiuzhou, Seth Hoffman!
Since today they were already pitted against the Hoffmans and once again trampled them underfoot, it was likely that after defeating Rylan Hoffman, he might confront Seth Hoffman next.
Rylan Hoffman was not Carson Flores’ limit; Carson Flores wanted to test the limits of his own power!
If he couldn’t even handle a frenzied Rylan Hoffman, how could he fight against Seth Hoffman?
“Bang!”
The violent impact seed to make the very ground beneath everyone’s feet tremble violently, even giving off a sensation of the space itself shaking and twisting.
The shockwave from the collision of Gang Qi burst out in a massive wave in all directions, dirt flew, stone layers cracked, and a huge crater suddenly ford beneath the two combatants.
Dust and smoke whirled around, obscuring the scene in the middle for a mont.
“Hoffman Blaze Technique?
It’s nothing special!”
Carson Flores’ voice was both clear and arrogant, echoing amidst the dust, and then everyone saw two figures clashing wildly in the smoky haze, in just a few seconds, striking each other countless tis.
Nurous sharp strands of Gang Qi, like violent blades, scattered in all directions, cutting through everything around, leaving the entire valley in shambles from their fight.
“Bang!”
With another loud crash, a figure was sent hurtling out of the dust and landed with a thud on the ground.
Rylan Hoffman!
At this mont, Rylan Hoffman looked incredibly miserable.
His whole chest was covered in blood, his arm was at an odd angle, clearly broken forcefully; his entire deanor no longer held its previous ferocity.
He looked as if he had aged decades in an instant, listless with an air that he might expire at any mont.
“Rylan!”
Marco Hoffman rushed over to check Rylan Hoffman’s injuries, and upon inspecting, his eyes imdiately reddened.
Rylan Hoffman’s internal organs were damaged, bones broken in nurous places; he resembled a broken ragdoll, even a slight touch seed to risk him falling apart!
“Carson Flores!
You dared to be so ruthless, go to hell!”
Marco Hoffman lunged viciously, but Carson Flores didn’t coddle him, repelling him with a punch that sent him flying back, nearly crashing to the ground.
Marco Hoffman bellowed, “Everyone attack, kill him!”
The Hoffman Family’s Innate Grandmasters charged out together, each one of them seething with killing intent towards Carson Flores.
Shirley Miller, Leah Frost, and others also rushed forward.
A great battle was on the verge of erupting!
Yet Carson Flores remained calm, gazing coolly at Hank Hoffman, “Hank Hoffman, are you sure you want to start a war with ?
Of the Four Sects and Twelve Clans, I’ve already annihilated three, and I don’t mind adding the Hoffman Family to that count!”
Hank Hoffman’s pupils suddenly tightened, his thoughts racing, but he had already burst forward, shouting, “Hoffman disciples, halt!”
The montum of those rushing forward abruptly stopped.
After all, Hank Hoffman was the Family Head and a Grandmaster; his words carried significant deterring power.
Hank Hoffman pushed through the crowd to Rylan Hoffman’s side, briefly checked him, and his face imdiately darkened.
Rylan Hoffman was gravely injured.
Though it wouldn’t necessarily make him a cripple, he would likely need many years to recover, and even then, his strength would be greatly diminished and no longer as capable in battle.
Simply put, he was crippled!
“Your strikes are truly ruthless,” Hank Hoffman said.
Carson Flores sneered, “So the Hoffman Family can hit others, but others can’t fight back?
Don’t tell you didn’t hear what he said.
He was out to kill .
And besides, had he not used a secret technique to stimulate his combat power, could he have been so seriously wounded?”
Carson Flores was telling the truth.
Rylan Hoffman’s use of the secret technique put enormous stress on his organs and bones.
With such a condition, stronger blows from Carson Flores naturally resulted in more severe damage.
Hank Hoffman stared at Carson Flores and said gravely, “This matter won’t end here.”
Carson Flores smiled lightly, “That’s expected.
If you had crippled , you would surely say that in martial arts, accidents happen, you can’t control it.
I won’t say such things.
My stance remains the sa as before: I’ve already destroyed three families of the Four Sects and Twelve Clans, and I’m not concerned about taking out one more, the Hoffman Family.
As long as you dare to be unreasonable, I dare to annihilate the entire clan!”
Under the watchful eyes of all, Carson Flores openly threatened to demolish the Hoffman Family, the foremost family in Western Capital, causing Hank Hoffman’s face to turn an ashen blue.
The previous slap to Desmond Hoffman by Carson Flores was supposed to be settled today, but instead, the Hoffmans ca pompously and were beaten bloody by Carson Flores, who was now taunting them to their face, a blatant trampling on the Hoffman Family’s dignity.
Hank Hoffman’s stare turned vicious as he eyed Carson Flores, “Just with you?”
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