<h4>Chapter 2382: Chapter 2382: Expert</h4>
"Listening to your words is truly more enlightening than listening to your words."
Jayceon Rose realized there were no reinforcements, and no matter how much he said, it was futile.
The only thing he could do now was to pray that this guy had some real skills and could defeat everyone on the other side.
But he felt it was unlikely.
"Jovany Leopold, you and I have known each other for a long time. We’re both well aware of each other’s capabilities." Windy Johnson sped his hands behind his back, his eyes friendly: "This person has no ties to you. Why not hand him over to me and consider it as me owing you a favor?"
"That won’t do, this is the person Julius Reed asked me to save. If he dies, how will I exin it?" Jovany Leopold shook his head, refusing.
The more Jayceon Rose listened, the more his heart trembled!
They’re going to sell me out!
"We’re brothers, the martial arts world is small. Back then, Silvio Reed asked me to be a spy, but Dragon Dance found out. If I weren’t afraid to die, I’d probably be dead by now."
Windy Johnson still tried to persuade Jovany Leopold. After all, an ancient martial artist was indeed terrifying.
"But I recognized the current situation and became a messenger for Miss Dragon. Now look at me, I’m doing well and living gracefully!"
He spread his hands, his silk robe rustling in the wind.
"Besides, Julius Reed couldn’t possiblye out; he’s pretty much doomed. Even if he’s not dead, he won’t reappear for thousands of years. Think about it, how long can we live?"
"Brother Windy, you’re wrong in saying that." Jovany Leopold shook his head and said, "Julius Reed couldn’t possibly be dead, much less trapped. In this, I’m confident."
The dpidated thatched cottage was filled with experts.
The wind howled, and leaves slowly drifted down.
Jayceon Rose curled up in the corner, trembling.
He felt like he was not a person, but an object.
The price of being exchanged.
"Silvio Reed is already dead, let alone Julius Reed. They were off by eight full levels! I mean, are you still so stubborn? You know the consequences if a fight breaks out." Windy Johnson still attempted to persuade.
"The martial arts world is so small; how could I deceive you? Julius Reed is almost dead, and in the future, this world will belong to Miss Dragon. Even if I let you go today, where on this vast earth can you find refuge?"
After some words.
The inside of the thatched cottage was very silent.
The wind suddenly stopped.
"So, have you decided? There’s only this one chance; kill him, and I’ll take you to meet Miss Dragon. As an ancient martial artist like you, they highly value you." Windy Johnson continued his psychological offensive.
"If a real fight breaks out, you might be able to escape alone. But if you take him with you, you’ll both die."
After a moment of silence, Jovany Leopold pointed his sword at Jayceon Rose and looked at Windy Johnson: "You’re right. But what if I kill him and then kill you all?"
"Why bother!" Windy Johnson frowned slightly, hesitating to make a move because he estimated Jovany Leopold’s abilities.
No one wanted to provoke such an elite among ancient martial artists.
He initially thought bringing so many people was like using a cannon to shoot mosquitoes, making a mountain out of a molehill.
But he never expected that even this was not enough manpower!
"Do you really intend to resist to the end?" Windy Johnson drew his sword.
He was the leader, and once he drew his sword, it meant action.
Action was not something that could be easily stopped.
"Let’s fight." Jovany Leopold pursed his lips and leaped forward!
Swish!
The longsword swept through like a fierce wind!
In an instant, the bodies of two grandmasters were cut down!
"All together!" Windy Johnson was secretly shocked; he still underestimated the ancient martial artist.
He was at the forefront, his cold de following suit!
As fast as lightning!
ng!
A dull sound, as sword and de shed.
Borrowing the momentum, Jovany Leopold retracted his longsword, just in time to kill the person who had circled behind him.
In one move, he killed three people!
"Oh my, the gap between us is even bigger than that between me and a dog." Jayceon Rose now believed.
But the opponent still had many people.
He wanted to join in.
The Southeast Lu family was a famous ancient martial arts family.
But unfortunately, Jayceon Rose was just a disposable scapegoat to be put up for show.
He hadn’t learned any real skills.
Going up would be equivalent to sending himself to his death.
"I say, maybe we shouldn’t fight anymore." Windy Johnson stepped back a few steps, pointing his sword at Jayceon Rose: "Let’s make a deal. You name your conditions, and as long as I can afford it, I’m willing to buy his head."
These guards were all elites of Dragon Dance. If too many were lost here, he feared he would be med for inefficiency.
Thinking of entering the center of power in the future would be difficult.
Therefore, he wanted to resolve this peacefully.
"Impossible. If I’m here, he’s here." Jovany Leopold had no intention of negotiating.
Fight to the death.
"Why are you making things difficult for everyone?" Windy Johnson struggled, stamping his foot on the ground in anger. "Idiot! You’re just an idiot!"
"I’ll entangle him; you all kill that guy!" Having said this, Windy Johnson’s longsword extended again, trying to entangle Jovany Leopold.
They had many people, dozens, and as long as one person could kill Jayceon Rose, the task would bepleted.
At that point, they’d collectively retreat.
"Formation activate!"
Jovany Leopold shed with his longsword, and a sword array rose from the ground.
With a step, he collided head-on with Windy Johnson.
Bang!
Their weapons tangled, shoulders mming together!
"Hiss..." Windy Johnson felt half of his body copse.
A little more force, and it would have been no different than suicide.
Jovany Leopold wasn’t much better off.
"This is a foolish act. Fighting me with so many of my men? As soon as you and I are exhausted, it will be the time for me to kill you!" Windy Johnson raised his sword to fight again!
The formation had stopped several grandmasters, and within it, Jayceon Rose was almost scared to wet himself.
"He doesn’t need to kill anyone because when he came, I told him to just dy time."
There came a sudden voice from the doorway.
"Who!"
Windy Johnson turned back.
At the doorway stood an old man with white hair, holding a broom.
"You can leave now." The old man looked at Jovany Leopold and Jayceon Rose.
"Go!" Jovany Leopold had no hesitation, breaking the sword array and grabbing Jayceon Rose, fleeing out wildly!
"Trying to escape? Kill!" As Windy Johnson’s voice fell, a great grandmaster chased after them.
"Anyone who steps ten meters, dies." The old man said with a smile.
He was dressed like a janitor for a bigpany.
Plus the broom, more like an old man sweeping toilets.
"Madman." Windy Johnson dismissed him, ignoring this madman.
Bang!
Suddenly.
The great grandmaster exploded on the spot.
The position was about exactly ten steps.
This shocked the martial artists.
"Pure coincidence, I don’t believe a toilet cleaner has any skills? Chase!"
Windy Johnson didn’t believe it, staring straight at the old man.
And a great grandmaster volunteered, pursuing them again.
This time, Windy Johnson saw clearly.
The old man raised his broom and swept lightly!
Bang!
That great grandmaster, like a balloon, exploded.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Including Windy Johnson.
"This... who are you?" He regained his senses, his voice trembling as he spoke.
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