At once, eight people stood up and surrounded Elliott. These people emitted a kind of aura that ordinary people did not possess, clearly a group of martial artists. They each drew a short knife from their bodies and attacked Elliott without hesitation. "Mr. Elliott, be careful!" reminded him. "Heh!" Elliott sneered. "Just a bunch of nobodies, no need to panic!" Elliott flipped his palm and gathered internal energy in his palm. Buzz! Elliott slapped out his palm, producing a dull sound in the air. The first person who charged forward had his knife knocked away by Elliot's palm. The short knife that fell to the ground was shattered into pieces of iron. "What the hell!" "A short knife made of wrought iron was shattered by a palm strike?" "What kind of skill is this?" Not only could the bosses of the Chamber of Commerce not understand it, but even these henchmen of Suston were baffled. As martial artists, they had never seen such a level of skill. Suston, who was knocked aw
For the next three days, there was unrest in the underground forces of Panama, it wasn't because things were going in a bad direction, but rather because all the underground forces suddenly announced their dissolution. This left some of the upper-class people in Panama bewildered. With the departure of these forces, Rockview quickly expanded, growing more than twice as strong as before. Rockview had become even more unshakable as the former ruler of the Panama underworld. In addition, Panama released a shocking piece of news. This news even caused a sensation throughout the entire Gunnar! The news was that the legendary War God, who had been missing for five years, had appeared in Panama, When this War God first emerged, many people were impressed by his strength. However, he suddenly fell, leaving many people feeling regretful. As time passed, very few people talked about the deeds of the War God, to the point where many people had forgotten about his existence. When the
The Heritage family clan required all members of the Heritage family to attend, and the Heritage family was no exception. The Heritage's family ancestral hall was located in the southern suburbs of Panama, with an area of over a thousand square meters. The ancestral worship ceremony was held at noon. Before ten o'clock in the morning, many Heritage family descendants had gathered outside the ancestral hall. Some were developing locally in Panama, while others had spread out and developed elsewhere. There were many luxury cars parked on the roadside, and this ancestral worship seemed to have become a way for the Heritage family descendants to compete with each other. Suddenly, a burst of exclamation erupted from the crowd. A Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped, and a family got out of the car, with the most eye-catching being Fiona, who was the same age as Alma! As the second generation of the Heritage family, Fiona had taken over many of the family's businesses in recent years.
"You're useless!" Elliott didn't like the name-calling. "What did you just call me?" Elliott stepped forward and spoke in a deep voice. No one expected Elliott to dare to confront Craven head-on at this moment. Elliott walked up to Craven and looked down at him with a condescending attitude. There was a moment when Craven was scared by the momentum on Elliot's body. "Damn it, how could I be afraid of this useless person?" Craven gathered his courage and stared at Elliott, saying in a stern tone, "What, do you have any objections to what I said, useless?" This time, Craven's voice was even heavier, and his attitude was obviously to show Elliott."This Elliott doesn't know the severity, he dares to go against Young Master Craven!" "What's his identity, what's Young Master Ceraven's identity, doesn't he have any sense in his heart?" "That's right, he's a thing that doesn't know how to appreciate the kindness!" Everyone scolded for a while, waiting to see Elliot's joke. Even Alma
Within the military camp, there was a command treaty that stated that special tanks were not allowed to leave the camp under normal circumstances. However, this tank was different. This tank belonged to the Warlord, a personal tank. The young man in military uniform was a deputy of the Warlord and was likely traveling with the Warlord himself. Thinking of this, Elliot's lips curled into a cold smile. "Harry seems to be getting impatient!" He looked at the tall buildings around him and then at the young man who had just approached him, Roxwell. He had heard of this useless son-in-law, but he never wanted to mention him. In Roxwell's eyes, Elliott was not even considered part of the Heritage's family. He was not interested in Elliott's nonsense, but instead spoke directly to Roxwell's, "This waste from your third wife dared to hit Caleb. He's got some nerve!" "Why don't you teach him a lesson?" Roxwell's said sternly. His attitude towards Calvin was as if he didn't even care abou
Elliot's words caused a sudden ripple on Peter's previously calm face. His lips trembled slightly as he sensed a formidable aura emanating from Elliott, even stronger than his own. What was even more terrifying was that this guy knew he was under Zaylons command. "Are you also from the War Camp?" Peter asked coldly. Elliott smiled faintly and replied, "I used to be." Upon hearing this answer, Peter was taken aback. What did he mean by"used to be"? Was he..? The thought made Peter shudder and he took three steps back in fear. The onlookers were puzzled and confused by Peter's reaction. "How could Vice Commander Zayn be scared off by this guy's words?" they wondered., "What's going on?" How could one sentence from Elliott scare off Vice Commander Zayn? What kind of trick did Elliott use? What was Peter afraid of? These questions swirled in the minds of the crowd. Elliot's actions today had left them increasingly surprised and unable to understand him. First, he slapped Cale
Elliott stood on the opposite side of them, standing tall and straight like a towering pillar that no one could shake. His gaze was incredibly deep, and no one could see through his heart. He was once regarded as a legend in Gunnar, the number one in the world. He had stepped on countless enemy corpses to reach the top. Even though he had lost his memory for five years, he still had his pride. In front of him stood a War King, a Vice King, and twenty warriors who were obviously at the level of a Centurion. Such a lineup was undoubtedly luxurious. But for Elliott, these opponents were not worth his attention. He had once faced several masters from outside the country alone and had never been defeated. How could a few ants shake him, the God of War of the North? "How do you want to fight?" Elliott asked in a deep voice. The Thunderbolt War King smiled and said, "How does the North King want to fight?" Elliott clenched his fist and said, "I'm in a hurry, so let's all attack to
The Thunderous War King looked at the barely breathing Peter under Elliot's feet, feeling as if a needle had pierced his heart. This guy showed no mercy. He was decisive and killed Vice Captain Enoch with just one punch. The Thunderous War King was terrified, but he took a deep breath and took off his coat, revealing his muscular body. His muscles were explosive, and he exuded a powerful aura. Elliott saw at least twenty Scars on his upper body, each one a glorious medal of honor. The Thunderous War King's momentum was strong, As he clenched his fist, there was a burst of air in the atmosphere. Then, an incredibly powerful aura emanated from his body. "Please teach me, North King!" he said. The Thunderous War King moved quickly, despite his bulky physique. He rushed towards Elliott and suddenly punched him. The punch was full of strength, but Elliott reacted quickly and dodged to the left. The next second, there was a pit in the grass under Elliot's feet. "Not bad, you deserve