<strong>Chapter 1933: Chapter 1933: It’s Real</strong>
An identical person stands at the doorway.
Sharp gaze!
Saturated with killing intent!
The fake master ispletely stunned.
Could it be that there’s a backup for this forgery?
Han Caldwell and Sutton don’t trust me?
Or is it that there’s no harm in safety nning?
No matter which, it’s not good news for him.
And those female Martial Artists nce at Julius Reed, then at the fake master, unsure of what’s happening.
“Who are you!”
The fake master sneers, inwardly very angry!
Han Caldwell still doesn’t trust me!
Yet all along, he has mimicked Julius Reed’s every move, even his expressions were very simr!
How could a temporary substitutepare?
Fine!
Today, he will eliminate this counterfeit of a counterfeit!
Show Han Caldwell a point of view!
“Whose subordinate are you?” The fake master pushes away the female Martial Artist in his arms and picks up a wine jug from the table, pouring himself a ss.
Seeing the other side silent, he leisurely asks, holding the ss, “Did your boss never teach you rules?”
In terms of seniority, the person before him is a neer.
Upon meeting him, respect should be shown.
But the man in front of him, identical in appearance, remained unresponsive.
The fake master is a bit angry now.
“Do you think yourself lucky, chosen as my understudy, and got a bit conceited?”
That ss, he still hadn’t drunk.
“Come here and personally feed me the wine.”
The fake master beckoned Julius Reed. “If you’rete, I’ll personally teach you the rules.”
Julius Reed walked up to him, still indifferent.
“Get on with it! Feed me this ss of wine, and then I’ll discuss things with you properly.” The fake master pointed at the wine on the table, a glint of mockery shed in his eyes.
He ns to spray the other person with wine as he drinks.
Imagining the substitute’s embarrassed look, the fake master inevitably feels a bit pleased.
However…
Julius Reed grabbed the wine ss and smashed it directly!
The ss was smashed into the fake master’s face!
“Ah!”
Inside the room, there are exmations.
Those female Martial Artists don’t understand what’s happening; they only see two identical masters starting a fight.
Theter one directly smashed the ss inward!
The fake master’s face copsed inward.
The skin ruptured.
There was no Kyler Reed, no Gabriel Abernathy, nor any backup.
Only this one face!
How much force the sharp ss used is unknown, it smashed the face entirely.
Though the Undead Tribe suffers such a fatal injury, they’re not dead yet and can even stand up to remove the ss from the face.
But the skin on the face ispletely gone.
He can no longer pretend to be the master.
“You… are courting death!” The fake master is extremely angry, thinking the opponent destroyed his face, ruining this mask, to rece him.
Yet he doesn’t know that he is the real impostor.
The true one is right in front.
“You’re unworthy of wearing this face.” Julius Reed pressed the fake master’s head, slowly tearing off the face skin!
“Ah! Who are you! You dare do this to me, I’ll definitely kill you! Han Caldwell won’t let you go!”
The fake master cries out incessantly!
Because the face has long been shattered, what Julius Reed is tearing off now can’t be distinguished as either the mask or the man’s original face!
But there’s no difference, for a dead person, the impact is minor.
“You’re finished! How dare you harm me!”
The fake master still doesn’t realize the true master stands before him, still powerlessly threatening.
“Do you like pretending to be the master?”
Julius Reed finally fully pulls off the mask, stained with blood.
And the fake master’s appearance is already disfigured.
“I am the master! Who are you! You weren’t sent by Han Caldwell! Han Caldwell couldn’t have sent people to rece me at this moment!”
The fake master finally bes aware something is wrong.
But it’s toote.
Inside the room, those disheveled female Martial Artists see a face skin directly pulled off and are scared stiff.
This is the master?
The master is this weak?
With a single nce,pletely defeated?
“What’s wrong? I’ve impersonated you for so long, now standing before you, you don’t recognize me?”
Julius Reed picks up chopsticks from the table, directly piercing his palm!
Nailing the fake master’s right hand firmly to the table!
Next, picks up another chopstick, stabs it into the left hand again!
“Ah…”
The fake master howls in pain, his mind turbulent!
The real master?
How is this possible!
“You… you’re the master?” He asks weakly, enduring the excruciating pain.
“Do you like gold?”
Julius Reed raises his head, looking at the golden crown ced on the room’s cab!
It was worn only when summoning Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s leaders at Demarco Mount.
Unexpectedly, even this had been forged.
“No! I don’t believe you’re real! Julius Reed is long dead! Who are you! This is Dusty tform, dare to harm me, don’t think you’ll leave alive!”
The fake master panics.
If it’s truly the master, does he have any way out?
Julius Reed ignores him, taking the golden crown, his right hand ignites Underworld Fire!
The mes quickly melt the gold.
Julius Reed presses the fake master’s head with one hand, while the other aims at his ear!
Gold.
Melted gold.
Drop by drop, entering the fake master’s ear.
“Ah!”
This heart-wrenching cry is very intense.
Yet upon arrival, Julius Reed had already isted the sound, ensuring nothing is heard outside.
Undead Tribe’s pain sensation is many times that of ordinary people.
Burned by gold, the fake master feels he’s going insane!
His thoughts begin to spiral! Consciousness bes blurred!
But only pain!
It’s real pain!
The wailing sound weakens more and more…
In the end, itpletely disappears.
The fake master continues to convulse, foaming at the mouth.
Finally.
Gold starts to overflow.
Indicating the brain is filled.
Julius Reed draws out a longsword from his waist, slicing down directly!
The fake master’s head bursts open, inside gold casts the shape of a brain.
The Undead Tribe can also die.
This is the simplest method.
Scalding gold water directly destroyed the brain.
The fake master is done for.
On the ground.
Those female Martial Artists cover their mouths, too scared to speak.
Finally, someone asks, trembling: “Could we please leave? We didn’t see anything…”
They realize.
This one is the true master!
The one who previously rewarded them, was the fake master.
“Can you leave?”
Julius Reed turned around, looking at the woman before him.
Among them, there must be Boulevard spies.
Letting even one person leave alive would be endless trouble.
“Please, let us go! You are the master, the king of the world, you wouldn’t care about small figures like us… right?”
“Please!”
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Julius Reed indifferently draws the longsword from his waist.
In the world, there are no innocents.
“If I let you leave, my n will be ruined.”
Julius Reed speaks indifferently, “I am not a Saint, I will only minimize the risks.”
One sword stroke!
Sword Qi roars across!
Corpses fill the ground.
Julius Reed stripped the clothes off the fake master, donned them himself, picked up the wine jug, and had a drink.