CHRONICLE GODSFALL

Crazy Inn Owner

One thought crossed Tram's mind. Fuck'em. I underestimated the boy. The boy looked thin and weak, but he was very strong physically. He was very likely a power-focused metahuman!

Cloudhawk has no actual combat experience. This was the first time he had actually dueled others in a real fight, but he felt as if everything was flowing together perfectly. He could feel how all his muscle groups were moving together, and that he had very perfect control over them. There were some movements with high accuracy that he would never have been able to do in the past, but now he could do it easily.

Incredible agility, perfect harmony, incredible speed and strength..is this really my body?! Cloudhawk never imagined that he would become this strong. This month was truly a transformative month for him.

The crack! The crack! Cloudhawk jumped into the air, using one leg to kick the man by his side while the other leg kicked his chest at high speed. It was a beautiful double kick, and it made Tram stumble backwards once again. Tram felt dizzy, and blood spurted out from his numb nose. The consecutive barrage of attacks confused him for a moment.

Still, when that brief void was quickly replaced by humiliation! A punk kid like this has really beaten him this bad?

Just when Cloudhawk thought that he had found his rhythm, Tram let out a grizzly roar and began grinding wild wind with his fists, with a single stroke of luck connected to Cloudhawk's chest. Cloudhawk felt as if he had just been hit with a sledgehammer, and he was thrown into the air before landing several meters away.

“Graaaah..” Cloudhawk rolled on the ground, clutching his chest in pain. Only now did he finally realize that all the mercenaries had been acting casually towards him during the training. Otherwise, given how strong they were, how could they possibly survive their blows for so long?

No fine! Cloudhawk didn't even have a chance to stand up before a large hand of calluses suddenly stuck to his feet. He was dragged upside down into the air, swung out in an arc, then sent flying straight towards one of the wooden pole rings.

THUMPED UP! Cloudhawk slammed the skull first into a wooden pole ring. Black spots appeared before his eyes, and he almost fainted. A large amount of blood flowed out from his scalp and into his eyes, causing the entire world to turn red.

This is a very heavy blow! Cloudhawk felt as if the entire world was spinning, and for a moment he had no idea where he was. The blow he gave to the chest was also a heavy blow, making him barely able to breathe. Some of his ribs may be broken; even for a recovery metahuman, such a heavy wound would be difficult to bear.

Clearly, Tram himself was a powerful metahuman. Although he was not a very high class, he had undergone many years of training, and his abilities had been many years to mature and mature. For all these reasons, he was more than twice as strong as Cloudhawk!

The tram no longer underestimated the boy; he now viewed Cloudhawk as a serious opponent. Laughing wildly, he glared at the child as the latter rolled around on the floor in pain. "What's wrong? Is that all you got?”

The audience began to sing in unison again. "STANDING! STAND UP! STAND UP!"

A little while later, Cloudhawk finally managed to get up. He shook his head a few times, allowing his vision to become clear once again. He once again regained his focus, and he locked his gaze on the man in front of him.

The two of them had faces covered in blood, and they glared at each other like ferocious beasts that had met each other within a narrow passageway in the desert.

The audience's cries grew louder. Not only was this boy a much better fighter than they imagined, he was also much stronger. After receiving two extremely heavy blows, he was still able to stand up. This alone is impressive enough! Even Tram was a little surprised by this. Still, the shock had no impact on his movements at all. This time, he launched the first attack and dealt a frontal punch!

Cloudhawk's hand was raised in a defensive position, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of Tram's lips. The attack was just a trick. As Cloudhawk prepared his defensive position, Tram suddenly cancelled his punch and stepped forward, smashing his shoulder into Cloudhawk and making him lose his balance.

The tram moves very fast. Next, he used his right hand to sweep Cloudhawk's feet. Cloudhawk had lost his balance; now, he was sent flying into the air. Tram then uses his left hand to grab Cloudhawk from behind, straighten it upside down and then push it down towards the ground in the first way. If Cloudhawk were to really hit the ground, his spine would definitely be completely shattered.

No fine! An overwhelming feeling of danger filled Cloudhawk's mind, and flaming hot tendrils suddenly shot out from Cloudhawk's chest. His irises started to redden as a large amount of strength erupted from his body. He actually managed to break free from Tram's grip, then used his elbow to deliver a ferocious punch to Tram's face, forcing Tram to jerk back and not allowing Tram to act immediately against him. Cloudhawk took advantage of this moment to do a somersault in the air, using both of his legs to kick Tram's chest. The tram fell to the ground, but not before he could make Cloudhawk fly as well.

The two were finally thrown to the ground at the same time by each other. However, Cloudhawk clearly had a heavier drop; all of his bones felt like they were sprained, and he almost fainted from the pain.

Lodging is a hustle and bustle of noise. This was just a dazzling look to them! They could all see how familiar the call was. If that little devil was only half a second too slow, he would probably die. Now, everyone knew that even though the boy was not very experienced, he had an incredible combat awareness and was able to respond in an almost instinctive manner.

Tram's face began to puff up like a balloon. Fortunately for him, he was a very healthy and strong man; some small injuries like this would not have much impact on him. As for Cloudhawk, his good constitution and formidable physique meant that he was also not seriously injured.

Both of them got up at the same time, then attacked each other once again. Bam! Cloudhawk lands a kick in the Tram. The crack! The tram landed a punch on Cloudhawk!

Both of them were of very different sizes, but both of their faces were covered in blood as they fought fiercely with each other. Cloudhawk was a little lacking in technique and experience, and only a few punches later his right arm was stuck once again. Tram pulled his right arm hard.and with a crackling sound, Cloudhawk's right arm sprained!

This time, the pain that Cloudhawk felt was truly, extremely torturous to the heart. The sensation was so intense, Cloudhawk was instantly shrouded in cold sweat.However, instead of weakening his will and determination, it stimulated the innate stubbornness within him. Ignoring the danger of his right arm being permanently deformed, he committed a truly ruthless knee attack to ************Tram!

This time, his attack was right for the money, and Tram howled pitifully which was completely inhumane. Cloudhawk took advantage of this opportunity to point two of his fingers at Tram's eyes! Again, this attack caught Tram off guard and he was unable to defend against it. Cloudhawk then gave him one more kick, making him stumble backwards towards the edge of the dueling ring.

Tram was temporarily blinded, unable to open his eyes. All he could do was swing his arm blindly, hoping to buy some time for himself. Who would have thought that Cloudhawk would run forward and trip his legs? Tram lost his balance and fell backwards, and his burly body finally fell outside the dueling ring.

The inn was completely silent for a few seconds, and then the cheers of the audience exploded once again! "GRANDCHILDREN! THE CUPU! YOUR CUP!" It's not really encouraging, because they expect to see blood and brains flying everywhere. That didn't happen. However, this was truly an unexpected surprise and pleasure. The half-grown child, whom they thought would be killed, finally won!

Although luck had played a part in it, all the slightly more experienced spectators could tell that this child was no ordinary child!

Cloudhawk panting. He never thought that he could actually defeat that dangerous fellow. His face was swollen like a pig's face, but it was covered with an expression of satisfaction and excitement. He had no idea that he had become this strong!

Bruised, battered, and his face swollen, Cloudhawk walked towards the red-nosed man. "Where's my meat?"

"MEATS?!" The owner of the red-nosed inn no longer had a friendly and friendly expression on his face. His voice was now shrill and sharp. “You ruined my appearance, and you want to ask for payment? Fuck you!”

"I got it!" Cloudhawk could feel a fireball blazing in his chest. This was no longer a matter of flesh; he felt completely humiliated, and a desire for blood filled his mind. "How dare you refuse!"

“A stupid, arrogant kid like you wants to threaten and berate ME?” Rednose was furious. "Dump that bastard!" The black guard immediately raised his machete and slashed down towards Cloudhawk.

The attack of the black guard was swift and ferocious. Cloudhawk did his best to avoid it, but the blade still scratched his back and left a gaping large wound there. A fiery pain filled every inch of his body, and blood spurted out from his wound and made his clothes tangle.

"Who do you think you are?" The gaze of the owner of the red-nosed inn was filled with hatred. “A jerk like you wants to try and take something from me? You'll lose both of your hands when you leave! ”

The spectators at the inn began to cheer in excitement, as if an unexpected new show had just begun.

"What a great idea!"

"Cut his hand!"

"Dispose him!"

The black guard stepped forward, a machete in hand. Everyone called out excitedly as they began to surround the two of them. Seeing the situation, Cloudhawk only had one thought in his mind – Escape! Fuck the rat jerky! Cloudhawk's entire body was slippery with blood. He turned around, pushed a burly man, then headed straight for the exit. However, right at this moment, one of the other customers stuck out his leg and deliberately stumbled him.

Thump! Cloudhawk instantly lost his balance and crashed into the wooden table, breaking it into small pieces. As he fell, he tore the wound on his back wider. The excruciating pain would make him faint.

“Ahahah!”

“Down him! Dump him!”

The entire inn was filled with that mocking and evil call. The spectators only cared to fan the flames further, and not a single person stepped forward to intervene or resolve the problem. Their faces were all distorted with savagery. This was a savage era, and the human heart was even more savage!

The black guard raised his machete high, then cut it down once more. Cloudhawk's injuries were so severe that he couldn't even stand up. He would never have imagined that he would die in a place like this, and die in such a miserable manner. But when he would close his eyes and wait for death…

Clangs!

The sound of metal clanging sounded with explosive force. It was another blade that clashed with the first, causing sparks to fly everywhere!

The bloody scene that everyone was waiting for failed to materialize. A snow-white machete suddenly appeared out of nowhere, stopping the black guard machete in its path. What was really flabbergasted was that this machete easily and one hand stopped the heavy two-handed slash from the black guard.

The machete that saved Cloudhawk's life was about two feet long and shaped like a dog's leg. The back is straight but the blade is curved, and heavy at the back but narrow at the front. It glittered with a cold, almost snowy light .. and Cloudhawk recognized it. Isn't this Mad Dog's machete?

The black guard's hand was numb, and a large notch appeared on the tip of his sword. Even before the guard had a chance to assess the situation, his opponent attacked with his other hand and sent out a dazzling streak of cold light that was flashing downwards. The black guard felt his arm suddenly become lighter as his hand suddenly fell to the ground, still holding the machete.

“AHHHH!” The divider gripped his severed arm, screaming miserably as blood continued to gush out from it nonstop, almost like a faucet that had been 'lit' permanently.

Mad Dog raised his leg, then let go of the kick. The guard's chest completely collapsed as all of his ribs were shattered. He flew backwards into the cupboard behind him as if he had been fired from a cannon, causing all kinds of wine bottles to fall to the ground and making the inn smell even more of alcohol.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. Everyone was in a daze for a few seconds, and then they started shouting more excitedly.

"Crazy dog?! What the fuck!" Rednose revealed an expression of anger and terror. He clearly recognized the monstrous black man standing in front of him. “I didn't do anything to you! Why are you going crazy to me?”

“Heh. Hehe. Heh heh heh..” The scar on Mad Dog's ugly face was twisting and winding like a centipede as he grinned, and his voice was deep and hoarse. “Bothering members of the Tartarus mercenaries? Are you so tired of living?”

"Hell?" An ugly expression appeared on Rednose's face. "Are you talking about the boy? Shit, I didn't know he belonged to you! It's all over five strings of rat jerky, right? Take 'em! I'll give it to me, okay? ”

"VERY LATE!" The machete lit up once again. This time, it landed on the bodyguard in front of the innkeeper, and cut straight through the man's shoulder and all the way to his waist, tearing apart the flesh and bones. It was an extremely wet voice, and the man was almost torn in two by this punch.

The power of Mad Dog is truly terrifying! It didn't even look like it was hacking a man in half; it was as if he had just cut a piece of melted butter!

Blood spurted everywhere as the man's organs exploded, drenching the Mad Dog with blood. The thick and nauseating scent of blood seemed to intoxicate him, causing his face to become even more savage and terrifying. In fact, he looked almost crazy and drunk.

“Moving, move! All of you, g-” Rednose did not manage to finish his last word, as an incredible streak of cold light quickly swept across his neck, split his skin, split his flesh, split his veins, and split apart. his bones with a ripping sound. No one and no one can stop this from happening. Cold machete cut it as easily as tofu!

The entire world seemed to be spinning before Rednose's glaring eyes. There was a shocked expression in those eyes, as if he did not understand why his field of vision had completely changed. Only when his gaze fell on his own headless corpse did an endless look of horror and astonishment appear in his eyes.

The disco lights in the inn kept turning, and the hard rock music kept blaring. As for the blood spurting from that headless corpse, it was like a new bottle of champagne that helped everyone present celebrate this special occasion.

"The Mad Dog is crazy!"

"Kill him!"

The guards at the inn all knew Mad Dog's reputation. Once the man went crazy, the only way to stop him was to kill him. Otherwise, he would not stop until he annihilated everyone! These guards, in essence, were extremely vile people; this was true for almost anyone capable of rising to an important position in Blackflag Outpost. None of them are stupid! Parangs, sticks, daggers.all sorts of weapons were pulled out as everyone charged straight towards the Mad Dog!

The disco balls spin faster, and the heavy rock music seems to get louder. This party will be completely out of control!