Chapter 267: Who Told You I was a Minor Achieved War King?


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    Boom!


    As soon as his voice fell, Noah Weiden fiercely stepped forward. In an instant, it seemed as if a powerful force, strong enough to shudder the earth and shake the mountain, welled up from within him, filling the entire venue with the rumbling sound echoing in everyone’s ears.


    David Herb and others were staring in disbelief at Noah Weiden, their hearts trembling uncontrobly.


    Could this be…


    David Herb and hispanions, aghast and speechless, looked on as Noah Weiden, standing before them, seemed to tap into a mysterious power. His presence kept rising, slowly but surely.


    Before long, Noah Weiden appeared to be someone else entirely, his momentum striking and impressive, like an angry old bull at full strength, exuding an intimidating aura.


    Not only that, but Noah’s daunting presence was also steadily overwhelming them.


    In an instant, everyone present, except for White Mitchell and Kylin, felt an enormous pressure as if a giant bouldery heavy on their chests, hindering their breathing.


    “Is this the power of a Major Achieved War King?”


    Everyone on site was greatly shocked, their eyes filled with amazement, as if something had struck a deep chord within them.


    “White Mitchell! You should be proud to die by my hand even in the afterlife!” With Noah sounding cruel and the corners of his mouth curling into a grotesque smirk, it gave him a manic demeanor.


    Meanwhile, in the arena, Kylin, just like White Mitchell, wore an indifferent expression, seemingly undeterred with Noah Weiden.


    “Humph! Fool! Let me show you the difference between a Minor Achieved War King and a Major Achieved War King!” Noah Weiden snorted, took a step forward, and sted towards Kylin, swift as an arrow shot from a bow.


    In the blink of an eye, where Noah once stood, there appeared an afterimage, and the ground below showed a crack.


    His speed and fierce offensive were nothing short of spectacr!


    Witnessing this, the faces of David Herb and the others turned ghastly pale as if they had seen something unbelievable. Their hearts raced up to their throats.


    At the same time, they couldn’t help but worry for Kylin who stood in the arena.


    Despite White Mitchell’s calm demeanor, would Kylin really be able to defeat the powerful Noah Weiden?


    The three were unable to hide the skepticism within them.


    At this moment, the rapidly advancing Noah Weiden had already confronted Kylin, throwing a fierce punch at him.


    “Trash, die!!!” Noah’s fist was aze with rage. It was filled with an explosive forceparable to a bomb st!


    For a moment, a violent st of air was whipped around Noah Weiden, as if the air itself was beingpressed and was breaking apart under the pressure of his punch.


    Smack!


    But just as Noah Weiden’s fist was about tond on Kylin, Kylin casually stretched out one hand. His fingers spread wide, capturing Noah’s charging fist with sheer ease.


    Could this be…


    In that instant, the atmosphere at the scene turned incredibly tense, the air wave that Noah Weiden had just set in motion seemed to have encountered a formidable barrier, disappearing in an instant.


    A deafening silence!


    It was as though time had stopped at that instant. The whole venue became eerily quiet.


    David Herb and the others were staring nkly at the scene before them, as if they had been turned to stone. Their minds were too shocked to register what was happening.


    While they had considered Kylin’s ability to counter Noah Weiden, they had certainly not expected Kylin to neutralize Noah Weiden’s assault so effortlessly.


    Apparently, without breaking a sweat!


    What sort of power did White Mitchell’s ally truly possess?


    They were astonished, finding their convictions being challenged afresh, unable to regain theirposure for a while.


    Yet the one who was more shocked than them was none other than Noah Weiden himself.


    At that moment, his mood was worse than if he had eaten shit.


    Why, why did he fully tap into the power of a Major Achieved War King, and yet, he was unable to shake off this ally of White Mitchell?


    Could it be, was this ally of White Mitchell also a Major Achieved War King?


    No, that’s not right!


    He could so easily ward off his offense which implies that his power far surpasses Noah’s?


    Hiss!


    At this thought, Noah Weiden took in a few sharp drafts of the cold air and was instantly plunged from heaven to hell. His confidence was dealt a crushing blow.


    Right at that moment, Kylin, with Noah’s fist clenched in his hand, gave him a cold smirk. Kylin’s grip tightened, and with a crack, Noah’s arm hung limp, much like a pendulum.


    All of a sudden, a heart-wrenching pain coursed through Noah’s arm. A sheen of cold sweat quickly formed on his forehead, his expression turning agonizing.


    “Who told you that I was a Minor Achieved War King?”


    With those words, Kylin’s energy abruptly soared again. A resounding boom echoed, as if a colossal dragon had awakened within him.


    In an instant, an ocean-like overwhelming power instantly enveloped the entire venue.


    Merely within an instant, Noah Weiden’s momentum was overpowered.


    That’s right; against Kylin, Noah’s presence was as insignificant as a newborn chick.


    At that moment, Noah Weiden was utterly panic-stricken.


    He’s not a Minor Achieved War King, and not even a Major Achieved War King!


    This kind of momentum, he had only once before sensed in Titled War King!


    Even then, Kylin’s presence was several times stronger than the Titled War King he had once experienced.


    This…This…


    Did he just show off in front of this guy, even iming to demonstrate his power?


    At this thought, Noah Weiden wished he could p himself twice.


    How could he have known that his opponent was a Titled War King!


    Why, Oh why, did White Mitchell have a Titled War King as his ally when he had just been a juvenile punk released from prison?


    Damn it, why, why, why this is happening!!!


    Inside, Noah Weiden was wailing. Filled with resentment, he was, after all, one of the Twelve Flying Tigers, the Martial Department’s youngest ever Twelve Flying Tigers!


    If he were a Titled War King, this opponent would be no match for him!


    Picturing this, Noah Weiden, clutching his crippled arm, stated indignantly, “I admit, you were better. But don’t think it ends here!


    I am one of the Twelve Flying Tigers from the Martial Department! And you are nothing but a lowly, nameless pawn! This grudge of maiming me won’t easily be buried. You have not just crossed me, Noah, you have offended the entire Martial Department!


    If you have the guts, kill me. If not, as long as I live, you will have no peace. Brace yourself for the wrath of the Martial Department!!!”