<h4>Chapter 2261: Chapter 2261: No More Fighting</h4>


    "What do you mean?"


    Even Julius Reed, who had seen much of the world, was somewhat at a loss now.


    There were too many people who weren’t ying by the rules.


    But they all came with the intent to kill.


    Was this guy now trying to confuse him?


    "What are you here for?" Julius Reed stepped back, staying alert.


    Once he let his guard down, the other might strike.


    "Yes, I’m here to kill you." Jovany Leopold took out a photo and tossed it to Julius Reed.


    Julius reached out with his sword, caught the photo, and gave it a quick nce.


    It really was him in the picture.


    And it was taken recently.


    "So, you’re also an ancient martial artist?" Julius let the photo flutter to the ground and asked again.


    "Yes, like those who came before to kill you. That was my junior, Green Shirt." Jovany replied calmly.


    Their conversation on the spot left the ancient martial artists in the distant cave all surprised.


    "Not fighting?"


    "What’s with the three moves? Facing each other, three moves, and it’s over?"


    "What on earth is Jovany Leopold plotting?"


    Even the elder was extremely puzzled.


    He couldn’t figure out what his disciple was trying to do.


    Killing, how could it be like this?


    Performing arts?


    Not only them, but the people involved were also baffled.


    "Since you’re here to kill me, and since I killed your junior, why aren’t you striking?"


    Julius pointed at him, curious, "What do the three moves mean?"


    "After three moves, do you think I could beat you?" Jovany countered.


    "Honestly, you can’t. Within five moves, I can kill you." Julius was very straightforward.


    Even if the opponent had some hidden skills, he was confident he could take a life in five moves.


    This was confidence, confidence that came from merging with the blood of the gods.


    "What about a sneak attack?" Jovany was now the one asking questions.


    He leisurely took out a wild fruit and sheathed his sword, enjoying the sweet and sour taste.


    "A sneak attack has no hope either." Julius shook his head, "The gap in strength is toorge. You’re strong, even among ancient martial arts, you’re very strong. But now, I’m stronger."


    This wasn’t arrogance. After merging with the blood of the gods, as long as there were no internal issues, he had almost no opponents.


    His praise for Jovany was also sincere.


    Ancient martial artists were just a generic term for those who practiced ancient martial arts.


    Among them, like modern martial artists, there were both strong and weak ones.


    Jovany’s skills were definitely top-notch.


    Very solid.


    "If I can’t beat you and still continue fighting, wouldn’t that be the same as sending myself to death?" Jovany leisurely said, "Wouldn’t it be a pity if someone like me died?"


    "A pity. But for me, you must die because if you don’t, the threat you pose is too great." Julius shook his head.


    After three moves, he sensed the terror this swordsman in front of him could bring.


    If he ever turned against the people around him, the consequences would be disastrous when he wasn’t around.


    This threat must be eliminated!


    "The three moves were only to test your skills." Jovany knelt on one knee and cupped his fists, "Please take me in. Today, either I be yours, or I die."


    "You..." Julius frowned slightly, instinctively stepping back.


    What’s going on?


    The ancient martial artist who came to kill him suddenly knelt down?


    Defecting?


    The opponent was indeed very strong.


    In just three moves, he showed a lot.


    "If I don’t kill you, Trent Marsh will. If I kill you, I’ll be killed by you." Jovany raised his head and chuckled, "Then I won’t y anymore, I’ll just follow you! Anyway, Trent Marsh can’t beat you. If he does defeat you, you can give me a favor and I can chop off your head and save my life."


    "It’s hard for me to imagine this is the personality of an ancient martial artist." Julius said meaningfully.


    Ancient martial artists would rather die in battle than surrender.


    In those times, there was no such concept as surrender.


    "A wise man knows when to retreat. Of course, if you don’t trust me, you can kill me directly." Jovany stood up and unsheathed his sword, "But I certainly won’t wait to be captured."


    "You’re a talent, and I like you." Julius walked over, tilting the sword onto his chest, "Now, you only need to exert force, and my life will be yours. With Trent Marsh, you could rise to power."


    Upon hearing this, Jovany furrowed his brows slightly.


    Indeed, at such a distance, with his skills, he could certainly kill Julius.


    It left him troubled.


    "Let me think." He stepped back, moved the sword aside, and shook his head, "There’s no point, I’d still prefer someone to stand against Trent Marsh."


    This hesitation indicated he did have thoughts of killing Julius.


    If it were anyone else, Jovany would already be dead.


    Hesitation means disloyalty.


    But Julius didn’t mind. This was a real person.


    "Good, from now on, you’re mine." He patted Jovany’s shoulder, and the two walked side by side in the direction Jovany came from.


    "Tell me about your ancient martial arts?" Julius looked ahead.


    A message from Hawthorne’s side came in. After paying a huge price, the emperor’s corpse was already fleeing back.


    Heading in Julius’s direction.


    But there was still no news of that beggar.


    The two walked several kilometers, and Jovany recounted their history, including the current situation, to Julius.


    The two who had been at each other’s throats just a moment ago were now calmly chatting.


    "I’m d you could join us." Julius stopped and sized up Jovany, "When we return to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, I’ll host a banquet for you!"


    "Thank you, I’ll be d. I’ve really suffered in the mountains." Jovanyughed heartily, seemingly unashamed of his defection.


    But inside the cave!


    The elder was furious!


    "Traitor, he’s a traitor! Dishonors us! I’ve been blind..."


    Crack!


    He smashed the screen in front of him with a palm, shaking with rage.


    Because Jovany’s betrayal might lead others in the cave to follow suit.


    This meant that their integrity would be a joke.


    "Elder, should I..."


    "Do you want to be like Jovany and surrender, disgrace me?" The elder struck with a p in anger.


    The one talking was knocked to the ground.


    "Elder, what if Jovany is using a strategy, pretending to surrender and secretly looking for an opportunity?" Someone tried to console him.


    "If an ancient martial artist doesn’t even have the courage to face battle, what’s the point in calling them an ancient martial artist!"


    The elder cursed in anger, turning and walking into the depths of the cave.


    ...


    "Interesting." Trent Marsh in the depths of the rainforest chuckled, unconcerned.


    If they’re going to surrender, let them.


    After all, there were already many who betrayed him.


    He walked to a dpidated house and pushed open the somewhat rotten wooden door. "Is anyone there?"


    When the rotten smell hit him, Trent Marsh sensed something was wrong!


    He rushed in and saw a dead body lying in the house.