Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 2311: Path of Weaponry
The entire audience was shocked by the sudden scene!
This was the birthday banquet of the chairman of the Five-river Group, Peak Smith!
Who in the Five-river Province doesn’t know of Peak Smith’s name?
Defeating Miguel Abbott and several other tycoons, he became the newly rich.
It’s said that Peak Smith knows martial artists, and is even a Great Grandmaster!
Nowadays, who in the Five-river Province doesn’t know what a Great Grandmaster is?
They are akin to immortals!
Knowing a Great Grandmaster, one can live a life of wealth and honor!
One can even leap over the dragon gate like Peak Smith!
"It’s a human head!"
Someone shouted.
Peak Smith was so frightened his face turned pale, and he sat down on the ground.
His throat moved incessantly, but he couldn’t speak.
This person was his male secretary.
Responsible for greeting guests at the door.
But now, he was already a cold, lifeless corpse.
"What! A human head!"
"Who sent this at Mr. Smith’s birthday banquet! Are they asking for death!"
"So unlucky!"
Everyone quickly turned around and saw four people standing at the doorway.
Someone sharp-eyed recognized Miguel Abbott.
"That is... Miguel Abbott?"
Thinking back to the words just now, it’s clear Miguel Abbott’s visit is for revenge.
Miguel Abbott is here with people to seek revenge!
"Miguel... Miguel Abbott!"
Peak Smith was helped up by others, only then realizing his loss of composure.
In front of everyone, he was terrified to the point of collapsing to the ground.
His dignity was completely lost!
Peak Smith glanced at the martial artist beside him, who was as steady as a rock, and said through gritted teeth: "Miguel Abbott, I spared you, what is the meaning of this!"
"No meaning."
Julius Reed directly spoke on behalf of Miguel Abbott. "Just simply here, to bid you farewell."
In this world, there aren’t many reasons to say.
Using violence to check violence is the simplest way.
Having followed Julius Reed for so long in the Five-river Province, Miguel Abbott’s relationship was undeniable.
According to principles, martial artists shouldn’t intervene too much in this world.
But Peak Smith and his people clearly went too far.
Julius Reed felt obligated to maintain martial arts stability.
"Miguel Abbott, where did you find this group of people? Do you think finding some nobodies, you can turn things around? I’m telling you, you are asking for death!"
Someone stood up and pointed at Miguel Abbott, cursing fiercely!
Everyone knew there were martial artists at the banquet, so there were no qualms.
"Cut off his tongue." Julius Reed pointed at that person.
"Haha! Arrogant! I’m sitting right here today, bring it on!"
When this person spoke, there was a slight hint of weakness.
But on the plus side, he showed loyalty.
In the future, Peak Smith would remember this favor.
"Oh, really?" Jovany Leopold walked forward.
"Stop!" Someone spoke up, voice low: "One more step forward, and you’ll be killed without mercy!"
Hearing this voice, the man felt reassured.
This is a martial artist!
The martial artist behind Peak Smith, with him, he feared nothing.
"Coward! Miguel Abbott, if you dare, come over! Anyway, bring some decent people, not these worthless scraps..."
The man hadn’t finished speaking before Jovany Leopold had already walked forward.
"I said, one more step, and you’ll die!"
Whoosh!
A chopstick pierced through the air!
Without even looking, Jovany Leopold swept with his longsword!
Crack!
The chopstick in the air turned into powder directly.
"I said, you talk too much!"
Jovany Leopold grabbed the man’s mouth, opened his jaw, picked up the knife from the table, and slashed hard!
The tongue was directly cut off!
Crack!
Jovany Leopold grabbed a fork and pinned the chopstick to the tabletop.
"See that? I did it." He laughed loudly, pointing at the martial artist who had thrown the chopstick: "Trash, is that all you’ve got?"
"You!" Peak Smith was somewhat scared; it was his first time seeing such a formidable person.
The martial artists present also were silent.
"Why, no one speaking?"
Jovany Leopold pressed the bloody-mouthed man onto the table, picked up a chair!
Bam!
He slammed it down hard!
The man twitched once.
The table was smashed to pieces.
The entire venue fell silent again.
"Anyone else!"
Jovany Leopold shouted loudly, standing on the chair.
"Arrogant!"
A middle-aged man in blue clothes leapt up.
It was him who threw the chopstick!
"Master Reed!"
Peak Smith hurriedly ran over, pointing at Jovany Leopold: "They are too arrogant!"
"No need for words, today, I must kill him!"
Master Reed stared coldly at Jovany Leopold.
After their initial fear, the guests began to feel a bit of anticipation.
They wanted to know who among them was stronger!
Both were ruthless men!
"Just you?" Jovany Leopold chuckled and swung the chair again towards the man!
"Swinging an axe before the Master Carpenter!" The man roared furiously, slicing forward with both hands!
Crack!
The chair shattered into pieces.
"Today, I want to show you what martial arts truly is! What a true martial artist truly is!"
Master Reed lunged forward, slapping out with his palm!
Bam!
Jovany Leopold did not dodge, took it head-on.
"With this palm, your inner organs are shaken!" Master Reed laughed triumphantly.
"Good!"
Peak Smith on the stage started clapping. "Master Reed is invincible! Truly a master! Impressive!"
"Master Reed is impressive!"
The guests echoed.
They knew Master Reed’s skill, and it seemed before a Grandmaster, even strong ordinary people had no counter-force.
Though excited, there was a slight sense of disappointment.
No good show was witnessed.
But just then.
Jovany Leopold sneered coldly: "Finished boasting yet? Inner organs shaken!"
Bam!
He kicked out fiercely!
Master Reed, resembling a ball, flew out directly!
Collided heavily against the wall!
Thud!
The hotel’s wall developed cracks.
The overhead lights started to sway.
Master Reed slid down the wall, sat down.
Blood poured from his seven orifices.
He was dead.
The hotel plunged into silence once more.
"It seems, indeed, a practitioner."
An elderly, white-haired man stood up from the banquet.
"Old Mr. Smith!"
Peak Smith was extremely excited.
He owed everything today to this elder.
Precisely because of this elder, he had his wealth and status now!
That Master Reed was the disciple of Old Mr. Smith.
"And then? What do you want?" Jovany Leopold asked with great disdain.
He hadn’t been this joyful in a long time!
"You killed my disciple, you must die." Old Mr. Smith slowly walked out, hands spread.
In front of him, a sword unexpectedly hovered!
"Distant Sword Control!"
The guests exclaimed.
"I can kill you without taking a step forward. See this flying sword?" Old Mr. Smith said calmly, face full of pride.
"I see it. This sword is nice, a pity for you to use." Jovany Leopold replied disdainfully.
"Then, using it to kill you wouldn’t be unreasonable, right?"
Old Mr. Smith seemed indifferent, as if killing was merely a performance.
Flying sword!
Everyone waited expectantly.
"He possibly doesn’t understand one thing." Julius Reed whispered to Hawthorne: "Playing this in front of the Path of Weaponry is courting death."
"I shall kill with Distant Sword Control..."
Thunk!
He hadn’t finished speaking.
The sword unexpectedly stabbed into his own throat!
