The Supreme Heir

That Was An Act

Jago stared at Irving, whose clothes were torn while running, and saw that he looked slightly young. He raised his finger and asked in confusion. "Is it him?"

Sanderson nodded, regardless of whether the two parties agreed or not, and stepped back ten or so steps, leaving the space free for the two of them to play freely.

Jago knew that the matter must be honored, so he put down Xena and took a step forward. He looked up and down at Irving's clothes and couldn't hold back his laughter. He bent down and laughed alone.

Irving didn't know what he meant. He lowered his head and glanced at himself. Apart from his clothes being torn while running in the dense forest, there seemed to be nothing serious.

Based on his feeling, Irving tilted his head slightly and did a backflip in the flash of lightning.

There was a loud banging noise, and Jago appeared at the place where Irving had just stood.

Jago was a little stunned. His top-down blow just now missed an unfocused person. He stood up leisurely, his eyes were red, and he stared at Irving and said: "It turns out that he was pretending to be a nobody."

Irving was still frightened and did not dare to answer. If his movement just now had not been based on his instinctive reaction and the unremitting exercise during this period, and his body flexibility was good enough, Jago would have hit him in the waist even if he leaned back.

And judging from the sound it made when it hit the ground, he knew it wasn't some special effect. If he was hit, he could be fatally injured.

Jago's words indeed came from his heart, and he did not mean to deceive Irving again.

At this time, there was solemnity in the eyes of both parties. Irving staggered his steps and did the most common horse stance. His left hand made a circle with the palm in front and his right hand clenched a fist behind. It looked nondescript, but Sanderson, who was watching from a distance, smiled. Muttered to himself. "Interesting, offense and defense are integrated."

Jago didn't have that many tricks up his sleeve. He kicked on the ground with one foot and rushed forward in a straight line. With the sound of the friction between the air and his clothes, he quickly got close to Irving.

Irving didn't wait for the opponent to get closer and retracted his left palm, slightly bent his left leg, and punched Jago head-on with his right fist, producing a thumping sound.

"What the hell? Did you started practicing conveyance after you were born in your mother's womb or something?" Jago was shocked and took three steps back.

With just one punch, Jago lost all his courage and could no longer care about his grace. He retreated in horror and pulled out a dark pistol from his waist. The black muzzle was raised to intimidate the small boy in front of him.

But what about people?

Irving had known for a long time that Jago had a gun on him. After watching for so long, if he couldn't even guess what the other person's waist was protruding with, then he must be really blind.

Irving didn't know which one would be faster, himself or the bullet. He didn't dare to gamble. After all, if he lost this kind of gambling once, there would be no chance to come back again.

When Jago reached back, Irving knew that the other party wanted to draw a gun, so he was not willing to give him this chance.

Irving seemed to be walking fast in an irregular pattern, but he could always stick to Jago's body like a ghost, preventing the other party from having a chance to distance himself.

One must know that the first part of the body to move when shooting was not the hand, but the arm. Irving was close to Jago's body at this time. As long as Jago's arm was slightly bent, he would hit it with his shoulder in time. So after retreating all the way, Jago could not find a chance to shoot.

With a crisp sound, Irving placed his left palm on Jago's belly.

The sudden force caused Jago, who had been falling backwards, to fly backwards. When Irving closed his palms, he raised his leg beautifully and accurately hit the opponent's gun hand with his toes.

Jago let go of the gun he was holding tightly in pain and fell next to Xena.

Irving kicked the gun away with his foot and turned to look at Sanderson, hoping that the other party would handle the next matter.

At this moment, something strange happened again. Jago, who had fallen to the ground, completely gave up the idea of ​​fighting Irving again. He pinched Xena's neck with one hand and stood up quickly, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, and shouted ferociously: "Old ghost Sanderson, this person must be your apprentice. As expected, he is good. If I can't beat you or him, who dares to stop me when I leave now?"

In order to increase his persuasion, Jago slightly increased the strength of his hold on Xena, who was originally unconscious, probably couldn't breathe. He frowned and struggled a few times, then opened his eyes in discomfort.

"Put Xena down and leave if you want." Sanderson voiced slowly, looking at the girl.

"I just want to take this girl with me, Sanderson, don't force my hand." Jago regarded Irving as Sanderson's apprentice, so naturally he only asked Sanderson for his opinion.

"Let her go. Otherwise, we will die together." Irving didn't wait for Sanderson to answer, and looked at Jago and the hostage in his hand indifferently and said seriously.

"Do you dare?" Jago asked in apprehension.

"I'll count to three. I don't like to say the same thing twice." Irving's eyes flashed with a faint red light, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he said with an evil smile: "One, two..."

Seeing that Irving was not joking, Jago did not dare to delay. He left Xena and turned around and left without even daring to say a harsh word. Xena, on the other hand, stared at Irving as if dumbfounded, blinked and cried.

Irving was troubled by the woman in front of him who was in a bad mood. Could it be that the escaping Jago was this girl's boyfriend, and their elopement was ruined by him? Otherwise, why would this girl have a look of resentment on her face, as if he had done something heinous?

Seeing that the situation was a little out of control, Sanderson coughed dryly, walked to Irving, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile. "My acting skills are very good. Even someone like Jago was fooled."

"Acting skills?" Irving laughed dryly and nodded quickly.

Xena, who was crying so hard, couldn't believe that this man was acting just now. The red light flashing in his eyes was really seen by her. "Is something wrong with you today?"

It was true that women had deep minds, and men would never be able to guess what they were thinking.

Although the pink fist that was hammered on his body was not very powerful and was somewhat comfortable, it was not a problem to stand like this and let this unknown girl beat him. After exchanging names with Sanderson, Irving left the same way.

"Hey, you silly. The road is there." Xena looked at the back of the man who was wearing clothes with many scratches, and a hint of sweetness flashed in her heart. This man said something fierce, and he was not in such a mess just to save himself.

Irving didn't seem to hear her but disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving behind Sanderson with a strange look and Xena with a gloomy face, staring at each other with big eyes.