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Chapter 966: Chapter 966: Are You Insulting Me?
"Mad... Mad Dragon?"
Shirley’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Julius Reed, "Are you Mad Dragon?"
"No!"
Before he could answer, she muttered to herself, "Mad Dragon is dead, stop pretending here!"
Bang!
She slapped her own shoulder.
A lot of black blood flowed from the wound.
It was the poison from Nelson’s silver needles.
By now, Shirley had forced most of it out.
"Julius Reed, hand over the Divine Dragon Tripod!"
She pulled a pen holder from her bosom and crushed it.
Fake!
"I’ve said it, I am Mad Dragon."
Julius Reed spoke indifferently, while lightly flicking his golden longsword with his finger.
"If you don’t believe it, there’s nothing I can do."
"I just told these three women." Shirley held her sword with both hands, her murderous intent chilling, "Once my sword is drawn, it must return stained with blood!"
"Is that so?"
Julius Reed pointed at the sheath on her waist, "That’s not fair, after all, my sword was drawn before I arrived here."
"Then what do you mean?"
Shirley’s brows furrowed slightly.
"Put your sword back into its sheath." Julius Reed pointed at the longsword in her hand, "Since it must shed blood once drawn, it seems that whether or not I give you the Divine Dragon Tripod, I’m doomed either way."
Clang!
Shirley’s longsword returned to its sheath.
She was confident.
And after thinking it over, it seemed to make sense indeed.
"This is your last chance,"
she said coldly, "If you don’t want your women to die, feel free to play tricks with me. But you must understand one thing, no one can surpass the speed of my sword."
Nelson was already breathing her last, and the other two women were just a burden.
Shirley had every reason to believe that Julius Reed intended to surrender.
Although this contradicted the information she had received, Shirley was a master herself.
A peerless master.
An East Asian Ninja Master, a towering figure among swordsmen!
She naturally had this confidence.
Otherwise, how could she have dared to take the seat of the Marshal in Deep Cold?
It was a top assassin organization!
"Although I don’t know who you are, anyone so confident must be a top-level master,"
Julius Reed raised his right hand and slowly loosened it, "You are the first to claim in my presence that no one’s sword is faster than yours."
Clang!
The sword of the Great Lan Night fell to the ground.
It shattered several pieces of the floorboard.
"I respect you. Your way of doing things is different from what is rumored outside," Shirley nodded her head and extended her hand, "At least, you understand the situation. You know you can’t defeat me, and you know to surrender your weapon willingly."
She absolutely had to kill him.
But at least she could leave his body intact.
"What did you say?"
Julius Reed raised an eyebrow, "Why would I give up? You hurt her, do you think I would endure it?"
He pointed to Nelson, who lay on the couch with a pale face, and shook his head, "I’m a petty person, and I hold grudges the most!"
"Then why did you lay down your weapon?"
Shirley looked at him with disdain, "You are not even as good as that woman."
Although Nelson had been defeated, Shirley admired her.
It was also the first time she had witnessed the fierceness of the people from Azure Mountain.
"You’re insulting me."
Julius Reed’s face darkened.
"No, I’m just stating the facts," Shirley placed her right hand on the hilt of her sword, tapping lightly with her middle finger, "But it’s not shameful at all. After all, even with a sword, you’re still on a dead-end path. Strictly speaking, this isn’t insulting you."
She was a master of Ninjutsu!
Even though injured, she had never exerted her full strength!
The essence of her practiced Ninjutsu was shrinking ground into inches.
"I think we have a misunderstanding,"
Julius Reed slowly unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and said lightly, "My point is, to kill you, do I need a sword? You are insulting Mad Dragon."
"Then go to hell!"
Shirley narrowed her eyes and suddenly drew her sword!
Clang!
The next moment.
Julius Reed quickly moved forward, grabbed Shirley’s half-drawn longsword with his right hand, and forcefully pushed it back!
"In my house, did you ask for my permission to draw your sword?"
Bang!
After finishing, he threw a punch!
Thud!
The unguarded Shirley was struck right in the face.
She fell to the ground, her nose bleeding profusely.
"You... you really are Mad Dragon?"
With just one move, Shirley’s overflowing confidence dissipated!
"I told you, what does searching for Julius Reed have to do with me, Mad Dragon?" Julius Reed stood with one hand behind his back, the other hand stretched forward, beckoning with his fingers, "Trash!"
"What did you say!"
Shirley’s face twisted with rage!
She was an East Asian Ninja Master, a towering figure in the world of swordsmanship!
Even the Marshal of Deep Cold had to talk to her respectfully.
Now, he was actually being insulted by a young man?
The more famous one was, the harder it was to endure.
"Seeking death!"
Shirley’s face was like frost!
He gripped the hilt with his right hand and drew his sword for the second time!
This speed was lightning fast!
Whoosh!
Just as his longsword was about to be unsheathed, Julius Reed vanished like a ghost.
Clang!
Afterward, behind Shirley, a palm struck the hilt of the sword!
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking clearly reached everyone’s ears within the room.
Shirley abruptly turned and stumbled back several steps!
The tremendous force directly broke his wrist.
"You..."
A feeling of fear began to spread.
In terms of sword-drawing speed, Shirley ranked first in East Asia!
But today.
Twice he drew his sword and failed to unsheathe it!
For a top expert, this was not only a humiliation but also a direct blow to his confidence.
"Invade my home, hurt people, and break things."
Julius Reed pointed at the broken penholder on the floor and the injured Nelson, "Did you think I wouldn’t get angry?"
He was very angry.
If he wasn’t angry, he wouldn’t have thrown his sword away just now.
The Dragon King Ring glowed brightly red.
Julius Reed chose not to suppress it; he even absorbed that hostile energy!
His body was full of power, with nowhere to release it!
"Since this is the case, I want to see if this sword can be drawn!"
Shirley closed his eyes, muttering to himself.
In an instant, his figure began to blur!
Ninjutsu!
East Asian Ninjutsu!
"I said, I’m very angry now."
Julius Reed took a deep breath and suddenly darted forward!
Bang!
In the air, a mist of blood appeared.
Shirley, like a kite with its string cut, was sent flying backward and smashed into the wall.
"You truly are Mad Dragon!"
He held the sword with one hand, propped on the ground.
Fear filled his eyes.
If he wasn’t Mad Dragon, no one could have detected his location!
Even the Marshal couldn’t!
Mad Dragon wasn’t dead...
"Draw your sword."
Julius Reed approached Shirley.
With each step, he exuded immense pressure!
Killer intent!
At this moment, his eyes were blood-red.
In his pupils, two red fire dragons coiled and soared.
"Draw your sword!"
Julius Reed roared.
"Come on!"
Shirley leaped up!
Clang!
The longsword was pressed back just ten centimeters from being fully unsheathed!
"Sorry."
Julius Reed said calmly, "Your sword was unsheathed after all."
Pff!
Shirley staggered against the wall, coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Crack!
The next moment.
The scabbard at his waist exploded into powder.
The longsword broke into countless pieces and scattered across the ground.
"See you again!"
Shirley took a deep breath and stomped forcefully, vanishing!
A master of Ninjutsu, his form elusive and unpredictable.
If he wanted to leave, no one could keep him!
"Did you really think Mad Dragon’s home was a place you could come and go as you please?"
Julius Reed began to run!
Toward the doorway he ran!
One step, two steps...
Boom!
On the seventh step, he threw a punch!
Shirley, like a cannonball, forcefully smashed a huge hole in the wall of the villa.
