Chapter 700: Chapter 700 Weapons Are Part Of Strength
Bryce Johansson wasn’t just any martial artist; he also ran a huge chunk of the Johansson family’s operations.
This made his mind much sharper than regular fighters and nearly impossible to fool.
"There’s no point in acting," Bryce Johansson flexed his knuckles.
He smirked. "I’m taking those two Mighty Realm Bodies, no questions asked. They’ll be way more useful with me."
My face shifted immediately!
I couldn’t afford to lose those two bodies, or I’d be in serious trouble!
With that thought, I quickly pulled both corpses back into my Spatial Magic Artifact.
"Ha! See that?" Bryce Johansson wore a mocking grin.
Bert Mercer suddenly caught on too, his eyes narrowing as he said coldly, "You little shit, I almost bought your act!"
My expression turned sour.
That bastard Bryce had been testing me the whole time!
Without Orr and Desmond backing me up, I’d have to face both Bert and Bryce alone.
Both were at Peak Military Marquis Realm. Their strength was way beyond mine, matching those two from the Ice Palace!
"You killed the Capital City Martial Arts Association president, and you’re gonna answer for it," Bert Mercer raised his crossbow.
The crossbow looked weird as hell. It could turn massive amounts of Inner Strength into razor-sharp attacks! And it boosted the power big time!
Right now, Bert Mercer was working the crossbow, and it was glowing bright.
It looked like countless threads of Qi Jin were building up on the weapon.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
With Bert’s hand motion, light burst from the crossbow and shot toward me at crazy speed!
I didn’t dodge or duck, but yelled and met it head-on with my fist!
The reason was simple: I wanted to figure out how much stronger Peak Military Marquis Realm was compared to me!
"Crack!"
Those three light beams hit my Golden Light-covered body!
The crossbow’s brutal force broke through my Golden Light and smashed my fist!
Blood and bone fragments dripped down my wrist.
I glanced down at my fist and sneered. "That crossbow’s pretty damn impressive..."
But nearby, Bert Mercer frowned.
Those three beams only busted my hand?
Usually, nobody could take this crossbow’s power with just their body!
"This kid’s flesh really is as tough as people say." Bryce’s eyes blazed with fighting spirit, and his aura exploded!
Even though both were Military Marquis, their fighting styles were completely different.
Bryce’s huge fist glowed with strange light, and crushing pressure rushed forward!!
This pressure was way stronger than Bert’s!
My face got serious, but more than that, it filled with endless fighting spirit and even some excitement!
"Kid, let me test that body of yours!" With Bryce Johansson’s roar, the ground under his feet cracked instantly!
Bryce’s body shot toward me like a cannonball!
The terrifying winds ripped apart the Taoism Theory Library! His fist wasn’t even close yet, but the wind was sharp enough to slice the air in two!
My pupils shrank as I clenched both fists, releasing golden light and destructive force that gathered at my knuckles!
"Absolute Beginning Sacred Fist!"
With my roar, our fists finally crashed together!
Air waves spread out in all directions with us at the center!
In seconds, Bryce Johansson actually stumbled back two steps with a "thump, thump, thump" sound!
Meanwhile, even though my fist ached from the impact, my body stood solid like an ancient pine!
Bryce stared at me in surprise, his eyes showing strong interest.
"What incredible strength, I doubt anyone under Martial Saint realm could match this body." Bryce said with genuine admiration.
"No wonder my nephew lost to you, your skills are way beyond his."
I squinted and said, "Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Johansson. But I know damn well that wasn’t your real strength."
"Hahaha!" Bryce burst out laughing.
"Exactly! Physical power is just one part of strength, it doesn’t show everything."
He paused, then narrowed his eyes. "But if you got a bit stronger, I might not be able to beat you..."
In fights between masters, one move shows everything!
"Let me handle this." Bert Mercer stepped forward.
He gripped the crossbow with a hint of disdain on his face.
Bryce’s high praise for me obviously pissed Bert off.
I was just some regular early Military Marquis, did I deserve such praise?
Bert clutched the crossbow tight, and it gave off a scary glow.
I said coldly, "Bert, even though you’re at peak Military Marquis, all your power comes from that crossbow."
Bert didn’t try to hide it; he smiled slightly. "That’s right, weapons are part of strength too."
I said coldly, "You got the balls to drop that crossbow and fight me one-on-one?"
"Hahahaha! You’re dreaming! Like I said, weapons are part of strength!" Bert kept sneering.
Seeing this, I didn’t say anything more.
I nodded slightly. "Bert, even though that crossbow is made from treasures with amazing craftsmanship, it’s not a Martial Saint Weapon, right?"
Bert scoffed. "You clearly don’t know shit about weapons."
"Real weapon ranks go Heaven and Earth Mysterious! What I’m holding is an Earth Rank weapon!"
"As for the Martial Saint weapon you mentioned, that’s just a magical artifact refined by a Martial Saint that can trigger a bit of Martial Saint breath."
"Without Martial Saint breath, that so-called Martial Saint weapon is worthless and doesn’t deserve comparison to my crossbow!"
Seeing Bert’s smug look, I nodded. "I get the idea, so... your crossbow hasn’t been through a Martial Saint’s hands, right?"
Bert said coldly, "When I reach Martial Saint realm, it’ll naturally become a top-tier Martial Saint weapon!"
"So what you’re holding isn’t a Martial Saint weapon." I laughed.
Bert, getting annoyed, said, "Whether it is or isn’t, it can still kill you!"
I nodded quietly. "I agree with what you said, weapons are part of strength."
As soon as those words left my mouth, I pulled out the Prajna Ruler.
A trace of Martial Saint breath spread out.
Streaks of light were even building up on the Prajna Ruler’s surface!
"Prajna Ruler? How... how do you have it!" Bert’s face went white as a sheet!
