The Strongest Man in the Universe

Chapter 203

As Dirk blocked the sword that had slipped from Blaze's grasp and felt a little relieved, he shivered.

'Oh no, it's a trap!'

Dirk acted quickly and moved his body to the right. Despite reacting in time, the other party prepared. After Dirk moved less than a meter, a shadow appeared beside him and threw a specially made sharp dagger at his neck.

A Guardian is still human in the end. Even if his body is strengthened from the inside out, he will still die if vital parts such as his heart, neck, and brain are severely damaged.

After the Shadow Dagger slashed down Dirk's neck, he retreated several hundred meters and stood beside Blaze. Dirk did not move as he stood in place.

Hot blood started dripping from his body. However, it was not blood from his neck but his arm. It seemed like he had no time to act now and the spear in his hand was useless at this sudden melee attack. Therefore, he had to use his left arm to block the attack and protect his vital organs.

The sword that was meant to cut his throat was blocked by his left arm. Although his arm was almost sliced in half and his left arm temporarily lost its function, at least he was still alive. If it cut his throat, he would definitely die even if he was a Guardian God Rank.

Moreover, with his modern medical skills along with his super healing skills as a Guardian God Rank, his injuries would heal quickly and return to their original state if he was treated in time. After becoming a Guardian God Rank, his body recovery improved.

As long as he did not sustain any damage to his vital parts that would kill him in a short period of time, he would be able to recover with the help of modern medicine and treatment. Therefore, when her vital parts were attacked, she preferred to use the other parts of her body to block it.

"Dirk, God of Army, what do you think of that?" Blaze asked with a grin as he stood about 100 meters away from Dirk.

"You Falconians are only good for cheap tricks" Dirk said expressionlessly on his face. As if he wasn't hurt.

His arms almost fell from his body. A normal person would not be able to endure this kind of pain and would start shouting loudly. Some may faint because of pain. However, Dirk seems to be fine. God of Army Somerland is a very macho man. Right now, he had used control over his body to stop the bleeding.

He would soon die if he did not stop the heavy bleeding after the main artery in his arm was sliced open. The Guardian God Rank's control over their bodies had reached an extremely refined level. When they reach this level, they will know the condition of his body more than the doctor who examined him.

"It's so embarrassing!"

"What a shameless thing!"

"Is the Falconian so despicable and shameless? You don't deserve to be a kingdom!"

Countless residents of Somerland began to scold and curse loudly from below. When they saw Dirk, the God of Army, being ambushed by a Falconian and his left arm visibly seriously injured, all the inhabitants of Somerland were very worried. They were eager to hastily slice through the Falconians. However, they knew that rushing would only result in them killing themselves, and that would also affect the state of mind of the God of Army.

"Low class class class? Ha ha ha ha ha. Dirk. Legitimacy belongs to the winner, and that is the unchanging truth. I will do anything to win. History is written by the winner, and the loser can only drown in dust.” Blaze said with a laugh.

Dirk didn't answer Blaze. He looked at the person next to him who had just ambushed him. The man was wearing a mask, and he could not see his face. However, he only knew one person who could hide under them in an extremely frightening and undetectable manner, even with his powerful senses.

Combined with his strength as a Guardian God Rank, he was the ruler of the killing world.

“'It looks like you're not from Falconia, so why are you targeting Somerland? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?” Dirk said to the masked man.

The masked man did not say anything, and Blaze beside him replied,

"Is there a problem? Dirk, everyone knows that Somerland can't protect themselves and doesn't have the energy to threaten others."

"You can try it in Somerland and see if we can no longer protect ourselves!"

After saying this, Dirk raised his right hand. The tip of the gun was pointed at the two men.

"Dirk, you don't think you have a chance, do you? Not only are you temporarily helpless with your left hand, but you are also facing us Guardians. Today is your last day."

"The two of you are no match for me!"

"Let me feel the Schuman Spear!" That was the first time the masked man spoke.

With that, he rushed forward. Dirk also rushed to advance. The two met in the middle. The spear collided with the Sword.

Trang!

The first collision was followed by more.

Tring tring tring tring tring tring!

Dirk gripped the spear with one hand. His movements were not as smooth as when he had two hands, and it was clear that his combat effectiveness was reduced by at least a third without his left hand.

However, he remained against the masked man. Meanwhile, Blaze searches for opportunities on the sidelines. Today, their goal is to wound the God of Army Somerland, Dirk.

There are two reasons why they didn't hold Dirk here when they had a good chance. First, the two Guardians had no way of killing Dirk, who lost his arm, unharmed in the process. They had no chance to take him out unless both of them were willing to pay the price.

They wouldn't do that. Dirk might drag someone with him. Blaze didn't want to take any chances.

So did the others. Their mission was to test Mason's reaction by working with other forces to seriously injure Dirk. They want to see how Mason will act later.

Mason hasn't fought in 20 or 30 years. Many suspected that he had lost his battle power. However, no one dared to ignore his presence as long as he existed.

Second, if Dirk is killed, but Mason's powers are still the same, he can reverse both currents if he ends up losing his temper.

Back then, the third party managed to escape because the other two parties were fighting. Hence, they could only test it for now. They tested the limits of Mason and Somerland step by step.

They also connected with other teams from across the border to test Somerland. Two big teams took the lead, while several small and medium teams helped test Somerland together.

Blaze was on the sidelines looking for an opportunity to attack, ready to seriously injure Dirk. After this, their mission will be completed.

Dirk's hands are tied at this point. Not only could he not use his left hand, but he also had to be careful of Blaze's sneak attacks. He caused the masked man to almost wound him several times.

Letting him continue like this is not an option. The masked man slashed at Dirk's left arm again. He leaned to the side and attacked with Total Annihilation again.

The masked man unsheathed the sword just in time to block the blow. However, that power still pushed him back.

Blaze's eyes were shining. 'Great opportunity!'

He was just about to do it. Suddenly...

Bang out!

A loud gunshot is heard. Blaze immediately stopped. The masked man's heart sank immediately as Dirk used Total Annihilation.

He quickly adapted and refrained from retreating. Then there was a loud gunshot. A 15-centimeter bullet pierced the masked man's back. The shot would have made a hole through him if he had not stopped retreating in time. He's sweating cold. Then he felt a burning pain in his back.

The bullet missed but grazed his back. The bullet burned his clothes with scorching heat, leaving a long wound on his back. The excruciating pain made him shiver. The pain from these burns is several times higher than other wounds. There was smoke behind it.

"Who is that?" Swallowing the pain behind him, the masked man barked.

"'How does it feel to be ambushed, *shole? I'll hit your head next time!”

The voice came from far away, but no one could pinpoint the location of the man.

"Quentin is here!" Blaze said with gritted teeth.

The masked man knew who shot him when he heard Blaze's name spoken. They decide to attack Somerland with Falconia because they want to understand Somerland's true strength. That person was Quentin, the fourth member of the Somerland Parliament. He was the second after the three Guardian God Rank.

He was only a God Rank Partial. However, Quentin was a sniper. He has spent a lifetime with guns. He's very good at shooting. After reaching the God Rank Partial, his shooting skills were further enhanced.

He was even able to threaten the Guardian God Rank secretly. However, there was a price to pay for Quentin's prowess as a Partial God Rank that could threaten the Guardian God Rank. For example, Quentin who spent his entire life studying and accompanying firearms was a little weak in other aspects.

While hiding, he was a master who could threaten the Guardian God Rank. After being exposed and approached by the enemy, all other Partial God Rankers of the same level could finish him off. This is also his weakness.

“Quentin! You're not a hero if you keep hiding in the shadows! Show yourself.” cried Blaze.

No one could fight so easily with a sniper who was so good at observing in the darkness. Quentin did not answer. Guardian God Rank had a strong perception. Too much talking will leak a person's position. When their opponent learned of its existence, the advantage immediately became a disadvantage.

“Quentin, what's wrong? Cat caught your tongue? Are you all Somerlanders so timid? Ha ha ha ha ha.” Blaze triggered Quentin verbally and wanted to feel his location.

However, Blaze was disappointed that Quentin stopped answering. After yelling at himself for a while without getting any results, Blaze went towards the masked man without wasting a breath.

He could not see the masked man's expression, but he could feel the masked man's pain in his trembling body. Arriving behind the masked man, he saw the back of his shirt slightly charred. A large burn scar also covered his entire back.

The skin covering the wound was slightly charred. Blaze shivered from the injury. Guardian is blood and flesh, and not everyone can fight like Dirk with one hand cut in half, and with Quentin hiding.

Their plan to seriously injure Dirk may have failed. The masked man also experienced tremendous pain in his back. He wanted to kill the man who did this to him. However, he wanted to go back and treat his injuries first.

Besides, the blow traumatized him. He could not fully focus on the battle anymore. He will take revenge when he defeats Somerland. He and Blaze looked at each other. There was self-consciousness in their eyes.

Blaze said to Dirk, “Dirk! We're done for today. Somerland is on edge, and there's nothing you can do to save her."

"It's not up to you to decide!" answer Dirk.

"We'll see! Let's go!"

With that, Blaze retreated with the masked man. The Falconia crew followed. Dirk was also relieved after seeing Blaze and the others leave. It's finally over. Only after he rested and the pain invaded his head did he begin to feel his fatigue.

Faced with Guardian Blaze and the masked man, he had no chance of winning even in his prime. Not to mention he lost his left arm in an ambush. He'll probably die here soon, if Quentin doesn't get here in time.

He had just held his breath a moment ago. This was because he could not faint. Once he did, no one here had a chance. He needs to take care of his left arm as soon as possible.

The masked man nearly cut off half his arm in both attacks. This was no joke, as his attacks were only at different positions.

"Back to Somerland!"

"Mr Dirk!"

"Mr Dirk!"

"Mr Dirk!"

Many people greeted him with respect. He is the God of Army Somerland. He's the one who guards the Somerland border. Everyone looked at Dirk in admiration.

"Easy! Don't worry!" said Dirk.

The medical team rushed to him. After a brief examination, he said,

“Master. Dirk, your left arm is badly injured and needs immediate treatment. Please follow me."

"Good!"

Dirk went with the medical team. Everyone started to back off. A man dressed in the same color as his surroundings lay motionless in the grass. His body and face were covered in green paint. He really does blend in with his surroundings.

Quentin Snow is the fourth member of the Somerland Parliament. He was also the only one known to threaten the Guardian God Rank even if he was only a Partial God Rank.

It's only under certain circumstances, of course. He was no match for any Partial God Ranker if he fought them head-on. However, the weapon in his hand was everyone's nightmare when they were in his territory.