CHAPTER 703 THE BEST THING TO DO NOW WAS TO QUIT

Lucas gave a wild laugh and crooked his finger at Maximilian with contempt.

Maximilian rubbed his wrists and said in disdain, "Come on. I’ll fight with you sitting here. If you’re able

to make me move my ass, then I lose. How about this? You four guys can fight against me together so

that I can save some time."

Flora thought she misheard Maximilian.

Maximilian asked the four men of ferocious features to fight against him at the same time. It was said

that an unarmed top martial artist feared a knife, not to mention that there were so many of them.

Wasn’t Maximilian afraid at all?

Lucas’s face darkened, feeling that Maximilian was humiliating him by saying that. "There’s no need for

us to fight against you together. If you can beat me, then we all lose."

Dillon had intended to stop Lucas. However, when he thought of the moment when Maximilian said, "I’ll

fight with you sitting here. If you’re able to make me move my ass, then I lose", Dillon swallowed the

words that came to his lips and said something else.

"Maximilian, don’t be too crazy. And you want to fight with us sitting there? Lucas’s strength is beyond

your imagination. Get ready to kneel and beg for mercy when you lose later. Don’t you ever think you’re

the boss since you’ve defeated some hooligans! We do master the skill of killing!"

Arms folded over their chests; the other two people looked on with an interested face. In their opinion,

Lucas’s blow could kill Maximilian.

"Lucas, just strike the blow and knock him out, so that we can hang out with his hot chick, and then our

trip to H City will be worthwhile."

"Hahaha, exactly. We’ll make this journey worthwhile when we fuck this chick. Dillon does have a good

taste in women. She’s such a pretty girl. The women in our hometown are even bigger than men, not

my type."

Lucas gave a sinister smile and rushed towards Maximilian. He flung out his right fist, which brought a

gust of wind, at Maximilian’s neck.

It was a heavy blow, not to mention that there were spikes on the brass knuckles. If it were an ordinary

person, his neck would be snapped in two.

"Ah! Be careful!" Flora cried out in alarm and closed her eyes. She didn’t have enough courage to

watch this scene.

If she saw Maximilian was heavily hurt, if she saw Maximilian bleeding, if… There were too many

scenes she didn’t dare to imagine or watch.

Maximilian remained calm as if the thing coming at him was not a heavy blow with spiked brass

knuckles, but a buzzing fly.

"Your punch just looks fierce, but it’s useless. Let me show you what a real punch is."

Maximilian said indifferently, clenched his left fist, and swung it at the side of Lucas’s right fist.

Lucas squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and sped up the punch. He wanted to break

Maximilian’s neck before Maximilian’s punch came at him.

"Who are you to throw a real punch? My punch is the most real… How is that possible! Ah!"

Bang! Crack!

Just when Lucas’s accelerating right fist was a few centimeters away from Maximilian’s neck, he was

hit hard by Maximilian’s left fist, which was different from Lucas’s prediction about the situation.

Within the loud crashing sound, the spikes on the brass knuckles were distorted. The originally rounded

brass knuckles were deformed and crushed, breaking the bones of Lucas’s four fingers.

Lucas stared at his four deformed fingers in fear, as well as that destroyed brass knuckles.

"How did that happen? How come you have such strength? These knuckles are made of ugyen, and its

rigidity is up to level nine. It can’t be deformed by human’s natural strength, but how did you do that?"

Lucas was terrified. He bent his body forward a little by instinct and drew back. Only by going back to

his teammates’ side could he have a sense of security.

Lucas was frightened. This was something he had never seen or even thought of before.

Weapons made of ugyen were the hardest to destroy. Even if one was professionally trained, he could

never destroy a ugyen weapon without any tools.

However, what happened before his eyes turned Lucas’s understanding of the world upside down. His

ugyen knuckles were deformed by Maximilian’s blow, totally and completely, which was not something

human beings were able to do.

Dillon and the other two people were dumbfounded, a chill coming over them. They felt that the scene

in front of them was so unreal as if they had seen a ghost.

"Lucas, your fingers… These are ugyen knuckles, but how come they, they…"

"This guy is a bit weird. Get your weapons ready, and we have to fight together. It’s impossible to

defeat him alone."

The other two people took out their weapons one after the other. One was holding a dagger in his

hand, while the other a little shield.

Dillon also pulled out a dagger, but his lower legs were trembling a little.

The punch Maximilian throwing at Lucas just now cast more shadow on his heart, which was already

shrouded in darkness.

Dillon had thought that he was sure to win with the help of Lucas, but now it seemed to be useless.

Lucas bore the pain and clenched his teeth without making any sound. His eyes fixing on Maximilian,

Lucas asked, "How did you do that on earth with that punch?"

"I told you that your moves were showy but not practical. Your weapons look a little familiar to me, but

I’m unable to call to mind your background." Rubbing his chin, Maximilian said thoughtfully.

Flora opened her eyes, stared at Maximilian’s face, and asked in a low voice, "You won? Are you hurt?"

"Of course I won. In my opinion, they’re not even worthy of the name of clowns. I reckon the best one

in that trashy training base won’t survive the third round we fight."

Maximilian was beaming with pride, but he deserved to be proud.

Dillon’s eyelids kept twitching. Although he was unconvinced, he thought that what Maximilian said

might be true. Lucas already ranked top 10 in his hometown but was knocked out with one punch. He

was outgunned by Maximilian.

"Lucas, what do you think we should do now?" Dillon wanted to give in.

Lucas spat on the ground savagely, stared at Maximilian, and said, "We’ll meet again someday. Just

wait and see."

"You want to leave? You can’t just come and go whenever you like. We need to set things straight."

"There’s fucking nothing we need to set straight. Shit. I just want to go! You’re going to stop me or ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

what?"

Dillon tried to put on a strong front, wanting to hide his fear with his overbearing manner and dirty

words.

At this moment, his boiling blood had long turned cold. Dillon thought to himself. It would be best for

him to sneak away. Otherwise, if he fell into Maximilian’s hands, he would suffer.

The best thing to do now was to quit. When he left this place, he could think of other ways and come

back again later. If he was alive, there would be the chance to take revenge anyway.