Chapter 1152: Chapter 1149
Translator: 549690339
“You’ll need the skills to back that up!”
Oliver Walker stood proudly, his tone filled with disdain, yet his heart blossomed with joy!
Instead of retreating immediately, he chose again to engage Anthony Carter, who, deceived and fuming, pressed the attack!
If he fled when they were evenly matched, it would surely raise suspicions, especially since Anthony Carter was no fool.
Their bodies had long since become blurs within the chaos of the room.
In fact, just as Oliver Walker predicted, even with all his effort, he was still no match for Anthony Carter.
In a clash of blows, Anthony Carter attacked with a hundred moves, while he only managed four in return. It must be said that, without his inner ‘Qi’ to aid him, his combat prowess had drastically plummeted to a shocking level!
“Bang…”
The more he fought, the more ferocious Anthony Carter became, and with a teeth-gritted shout, he bellowed, “Thunderclap Palm!”
That palm, descending from above with a whistling wind, exploded with inner ‘Qi’ less than an inch from Oliver Walker, causing the air to tremble!
“Bang, bang, bang…”
Even though Oliver Walker had braced himself early, he still felt a lethal gust of hot air painfully blast across Anthony Carter’s body, then spread throughout his own, as if he were enveloped in flames.
“Boom…”
Then, like a kite with its string cut, Oliver Walker’s body was flung more than ten meters away, blood streaming from his mouth.
There was a flash of unwillingness in his eyes as he clutched at his violently churning chest and said, “We will see about that!”
“I take my leave!”
As the sound of his voice faded, he broke into a sprint towards the door and raced away!
Blind with rage, how could Anthony Carter simply watch his enemy escape from his grasp?
Leaping forward with all his might, he chased after him: “If you get away tonight, then I’m not Anthony Carter!”
Driven by impulsive rage, he had become utterly irrational.
He had completely forgotten about the Spirit Gathering Grass, his mind fixated solely on killing Oliver Walker.
Thus, he didn’t realize he had been duped!
Moreover, Oliver Walker was indeed injured. The power of that palm was something even Anthony Carter was acutely aware of, having concentrated 80% of his skills into it.
What surprised him was that his signature move, the Thunderclap Palm, hadn’t managed to finish Oliver Walker off.
It was just damn shocking!
The night was dense!
The north wind howled!
The moon suspended in the sky was obscured by dark clouds!
Against this backdrop, two figures dashed through the veil of night.
One fleeing for life, the other in relentless pursuit!
Oliver Walker, with tremendous effort, suppressed the violent turmoil in his body and directed all of his strength into his legs.
It was only because his body had been tempered through medicinal baths and was beyond ordinary human endurance that he could even escape. Otherwise…
He wouldn’t be running; that palm strike alone could have claimed his life!
And now that he had lured the snake out of its hole, it was time to see how Daniel would stealthily enter the dragon’s den and secure the much-needed Spirit Gathering Grass!
“Damn it!”
“Were you born a mouse?”
“Do you only know how to run away?”
“If you’re still a man, then stop and fight me to the death!”
“You coward!”
The unwavering Anthony Carter, despite having expended all his energy, struggled to keep up as Qinggong was not his forte, making the chase particularly challenging.
He could do nothing but give chase while spewing curses in a frenzy!
But Oliver Walker’s lips curled into a mocking smile, completely ignoring the curses from behind. For him, survival was the only goal.
Moreover, he wasn’t bothered by the insults; there were plenty of people in the world who wanted him dead.
If the curses thrown at him in a day were strung together, they could circle the globe several times.
His mental fortitude was unmatched by anyone!
“Coward!”
“Weakling!”
“Living off a woman, you pretty-boy leech, to hell with your ancestors!”
Anthony Carter continued his tirade, beside himself with rage, almost suffering a stroke from the fury.