My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 775: Severe Pain_1
Never connecting them before.
However, the brightness on the surface of this world always holds the shadow of darkness lurking beneath.
ThirdYoung Master Jun, after passing through the guards’ inspection and high-tech scans, boarded the car sent by the Godfather and entered a spotlessly white sea of gardenia flowers.
On this small island, many flowers were planted, but they were all white. It appeared just like a draw of a virgin ocean.
"Those who are more wicked, prefer the pure white all the more." He reached out his hand, picked a white flower sticking out from the car window, and gently sniffed it, then, with a cold expression, crushed it. The fragrant juice slid down his fingers, he flicked his hand tossing it away, "Because they always want to destroy and tarnish."
About half an hour’s drive away, at the west end of the winding road, stood a grey and white building that looked less like a villa and more like a gothic church.
"Saint, Godfather is waiting for you in the Hall of Light and Shadows."
ThirdYoung Master Jun got out of the car and entered the building. He walked along a little mossy stone path to a towering spire in the garden.
Carved above the door, there was an overbearing, arrogant inscription: The world’s new rules start here!
When he first saw this sentence, his blood boiled. Now, even though he’s been here many times already, there is still an inexplicable shock in his heart.
Conquering the world is every man’s dream.
He took out a ring from his bosom that had six light-filled lines on it and walked in through the door.
The small chapel was very quiet. It was very dark inside, but within the darkness was a touch of light, because there was an inverted cross skylight on the dome, which allowed sunlight to shine in. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Reflecting a giant, evil inverted cross shadow on the ground.
At this moment, Godfather Su Feiman was standing in the center of the shadow cross, dressed in a black robe, with a head of snow-white hair, his silhouette was mighty and straight.
He was a man of mixed descent from four different countries, with slight western features in his appearance. Still, he exuded more features of an oriental face, but his physique was definitely Caucasian, tall and strong, emitting an immense amount of pressure,
At one glance, an inexplicable fear could be felt.
"King, take up your weapon." Su Feiman’s hand held a long bamboo sword, his low and echoing voice conveying a command.
Third Young Master Jun’s face was calm as he casually picked up another bamboo sword from the rack filled with various swords and stood in front of him.
Su Feiman raised an eyebrow: "Bamboo sword? Then, you can’t beat me."
"You’re currently the strongest in the world of swordsmanship, and I have no intention of winning." Third Young Master Jun squatted down, slantingly gripped the sword handle in his hand, squinted his eyes, and observed Su Feiman’s every move alertly.
Without superfluous words, Su Feiman directly made his move, his bamboo sword was as sharp as a cliff, vigorous and sharp, stabbing like a shooting star, yet perfectly controlled.
Third Young Master Jun’s moves were simpler, jabbing the sword horizontally in front of his chest, directly blocking, neat and dexterous, but the bamboo sword in his hand was stung by the tip of the opponent’s sword, the force and angle was tricky enough to stun, he blocked it, but his palm was left numb from the tremor.
Su Feiman launched a series of attacks, a stream of aggressive and demanding stances.
Third Young Master Jun stood his ground at every step, never taking the initiative to attack.
As the final move came crashing down, Su Feiman’s bamboo sword stabbed into Third Young Master Juan’s left shoulder, penetrating the flesh along the bone, he mercilessly twisted and turned the handle of the sword, the bamboo thorns on the handle spread out and plunged into the flesh, causing excruciating pain, an unbearable torment.
Third Young Master Jun collapsed to the ground kneeling, his face instantly lost blood, turning pale.
But his sword was pointing at Su Feiman’s heart.
