<h4>Chapter 1837: Chapter 1837: Peeling an Apple</h4>


    "Shoot it down! He dared to make me eat shit, I’ll turn him to ash!"


    The Great Grandmaster who had previously boasted about eating shit couldn’t back down now, he didn’t even care to ask if the people on the ne were allies or enemies, he just wanted their lives!


    Does he not care about his reputation?


    Just when the ck Pine League people were ready with anti-aircraft guns and personnel were in ce.


    The ne suddenly fell quickly.


    Stopped not far away.


    The dust rose, smoke everywhere!


    "General, what do we do?" The guards looked at the Great Grandmaster, asking for instructions.


    It seems the neers only have this one ne.


    Just a helicopter, can’t carry many people.


    There are plenty of experts here, they can handle itpletely.


    "Doesn’t matter who they are, just blow them up first!" The Great Grandmaster was feeling displeased, and the ck Pine League was in wartime status, killing someone was insignificant.


    Of course, he didn’t really need to eat shit.


    Just saying it and not doing it would greatly damage his authority.


    After all, he’s the defense general of the ck Pine League, managing over a thousand men.


    If word got out, it would be embarrassing, no matter how you put it.


    "Prepare!"


    Just as the guards were preparing, the Great Grandmaster suddenly sensed danger.


    "Everyone down!"


    Suddenly, he widened his eyes and dropped to the ground!


    From amidst surging dust, a rocket wasunched!


    Boom!


    The rocket exploded!


    Directly lifted the defense outpost!


    Most of the soldiers and grandmasters unable to dodge were killed instantly.


    Limbs scattered everywhere, with the surviving ones wailing.


    "Damn! Where did this son of a bitche from!" The Great Grandmaster was in immense pain, luckily he dodged in time, or he would have been killed instantly.


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    He took a deep breath, couldn’t help coughing a bit.


    Both from internal injuries from the shock and dust choking his lungs.


    The Great Grandmaster struggled to stand, just as his right hand reached for the sword on his waist.


    He felt a chill on his neck.


    A white-robed man suddenly appeared, pressing a sword against his neck, and fiercely shed!


    Blood sttered.


    The Great Grandmaster fell straight to the ground, eyes still filled with fear.


    Sutton moved through the uninhabited territory, killing the survivors one by one!


    Then, rushed into the ck Pine League,pletely disappearing.


    Five minutester.


    rm sounds rose sharply.


    Hundreds of guards rushed here but found no trace of their opponent.


    Neolle Leocadia were simrly on high alert inside, but no outsiders had intruded.


    In fact, even if there were, ck Pine League wouldn’t be afraid.


    The guard power inside Neolle Leocadia is terribly strong, trying to break in alone is simply a fool’s dream.


    Hayden Marsh received the news and came personally.


    After all, Dorian Cook was still locked up, they feared apanion mighte for a rescue.


    But after a patrol, not even a ghost shadow was seen.


    "Prince, what do we do?" Several guard leaders beside him asked for instructions.


    "First gather all the bodies, bury them well in the cemetery." Hayden Marsh surveyed the surroundings, eyebrows furrowed.


    In broad daylight, where could people go?


    Inside Neolle Leocadia it was said there were no assassins seen.


    Outside, no traces found either.


    Could this living person have disappeared out of thin air, evaporated?


    "Keep tight watch, as soon as there’s news, report to me immediately." Hayden Marsh personally led a patrol, then left.


    ...


    Dozens of miles outside the ck Pine League Neolle Leocadia.


    The martial artists of Boulevard had long packed their tents, ready to set off.


    But strangely, themander’s tent was still there.


    They had no choice, everyone stood around the tent, afraid to disturb.


    Watching the time pass, the sun even hanging high above, but no stir from themander’s tent.


    "What’s going on? Themander wouldn’t be dead, right?"


    "Are you talking about that womanst night..."


    "Shut up! Do you want to live or not? Quickly shut your mouths!"


    Just when everyone was discussing, an Ocean Academy disciple walked out of the tent.


    "Everyone, themander is not feeling well. If you wish to go, you can proceed ahead. If you’re not in a hurry, you can stay here for another night."


    After the Academy disciple spoke, he deeply bowed to everyone.


    "Ah!" The martial artists were momentarily startled, then thrilled.


    They didn’t want to go.


    The opponents along the way were too abnormal.


    Plus, since Dorian Cook’s statementst night, the ck Pine League was probably already upied.


    If they went there with so few people, wouldn’t it be like throwing eggs at a rock?


    What’s the difference from going to die?


    Perfect, now there’s a reason not to go.


    "Is themander seriously ill?" Someone asked softly.


    If Sutton can’t hold on, who will protect them?


    Just that womanst night, if Sutton hadn’t intervened, who knows how many of them would have died.


    "Themander is fine, just a bit tired. If you all don’t want to leave, pitch your tents, rest on the spot."


    The Academy disciple finished speaking and turned back into the tent.


    "This is great! Saves us from going to die! Couldn’t ask for better!"


    The martial artists happily set up tents, returned to their camps, drinking and eating meat.


    And inside Julius Reed’s tent, Brant Fairbanks asked worriedly: "Is this going to work?"


    "It will work, Han Caldwell won’t just sit back and do nothing." Julius Reedy on his chair, his eyes slightly closed: "We just need to wait, let them fight amongst themselves first, then we’ll make our move."


    "Hmm." Brant Fairbanks nodded with some unease.


    What he worried about wasn’t this, but the time.


    Sutton’s body doesn’t have much time left.


    If they kept stopping, dying, he feared they wouldn’t make it back to Ocean Academy before dying.


    Losing such a powerful opponent would greatly increase the difficulty of Brant Fairbanks’ n.


    Truth be told, he regretted it a bit.


    Also didn’t know if Demarco Mount’s East Pavilion was dead or not.


    If East Pavilion was dead, wouldn’t things be exposed?


    "Uh... how’s East Pavilion in Demarco Mount? Any news?" Brant Fairbanks asked with some anxiety.


    Sending East Pavilion to Demarco Mount was his idea, but unexpectedly there’s been no news since he went.


    Linking to those two pills that burned through potential, he always felt uneasy.


    "East Pavilion? Dead." Julius Reed’s words just fell, Brant Fairbanks, ready to drink his tea, dropped the teacup to the ground.


    "Dead?"


    Brant Fairbanks widened his eyes, a bit dazed.


    Based on the timeline, he should still be alive for a few days, right?


    "Uh, Sutton, let me exin..." Brant Fairbanks grabbed his pants, not knowing how to start, already considering the worst n, that is to remove Sutton too!


    Otherwise, having such a strong opponent around, he always felt uneasy.


    "Exin what?" Julius Reed’s cold attitude made Brant Fairbanks’ heart sink straight to the bottom.


    Since it’s like this, then what’s the point of talking?


    He took a deep breath, and after a difficult decision, still chose to strike first!


    sh!


    Brant Fairbanks ced his right hand on his waist, drawing out his longsword!


    "East Pavilion was discovered and died under Cold Nelson’s hand." Julius Reed opened his eyes, looking puzzled at Brant Fairbanks: "Principal, what are you..."


    "Afraid you’ll be sad, peeling an apple for you." Brant Fairbanks skillfully picked up an apple, deftly peeling it with his sword.


    Five secondster.


    An apple without peel was presented before Julius Reed.