Mythic Card Master: Start with a Knight

Chapter 28 The End of Spring
"Cough cough..."

Jiawen, the king of trolls, got up from the ruins with a mocking expression on his face.

"Is the power of darkness easy to use?"

"It's enough to kill you."

Chu Ming ignored the sarcasm in his tone, his breath sank, his feet were firmly planted on the ground, and his black scaled right arm, as dazzling as obsidian, came out with a hurricane and coercion.

boom!
The violent cyclone pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks, rushing towards Jarvan, and the broken rocks slapped on him.

The man's eyeballs were bloodshot, and a tyrannical aura rose from his body. He stood upright and directly resisted the punch.

"I am Jarvan, the King of Trolls!"

The monster roared loudly, endless coercion erupted, and the gust of wind immediately disappeared invisible.

The man bowed his huge body, stepped out with one step, and reached a distance of [-] meters, clasped his fists together, and threw at Chu Ming.

At the very moment, the Black Snake's perception was activated again, and he shifted his body to avoid the vital point.

There was a muffled bone breaking sound, and Chu Ming flew upside down, with several ribs broken.

"puff!"

Then, the bone stubble was inserted into the lungs, the alveoli ruptured, and a large amount of blood poured into the trachea. He couldn't help vomiting blood and coughed.

Before he could calm down, Jiawen strode closer, grabbed the black-scaled snake tail, and threw him ruthlessly onto the pillar not far away.

The pillar broke on the spot, and a huge boulder fell to Chu Ming amidst a loud roar.

Dust rose, and Chu Ming was buried in it.

"Andrew, when it comes to strength, you are no match for me at all."

Jiawen stared at the ruins and approached them slowly.

"I know……"

A weak voice sounded from the ruins, and Chu Ming lifted the pillar of the portrait, revealing his scarred and bloody body.

He reluctantly reached out and inserted his hand into the flesh and blood of his chest, breaking the broken bone back to its original position.

Muscles squirm, bones are immobilized, and blood flow stops in the wound.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Jiawen.

"Jiawen, my strength is indeed too immature compared to yours."

"But you seem to have been a monster for a long time, and you forgot that besides your own strength, weapons are also very important for a knight."

After finishing speaking, Chu Ming pulled out the hunter's sword that was lost just now from the ruins.

The moment he held the long sword in his hand again, the remaining blood mist from the scarlet sword climbed up his body.

The hunting frenzy is triggered, and the blood atomizes into power!

The aura in his body kept rising, and his aura instantly overwhelmed Jiawen, the king of trolls, who was opposite him.

In the next second, Chu Ming slammed into Jiawen at high speed, a red light flashed, and Jiawen flew out with one arm.

"what!!"

The pain entwined Jiawen's nerves like a gangrene, and the expression on his face became more and more crazy.

Before he could resist, the next second, the long sword struck through the air, and his huge body was directly smashed into the stone slab.

Bang bang bang!
Under the horrified gaze of the rest of the nobles who had no time to escape, the troll king had no strength to resist, and was pressed down by Chu Ming and beaten wildly!

After a few minutes of beating, Chu Ming's chest heaved violently, panting heavily, and raised his exhausted arms.

"Andrew..."

Jiawen lay in the deep pit with blood and flesh, the tyranny in his eyes gradually receded, he coughed a few times, and suddenly laughed.

"Hehe, you can't stop anything."

"The general trend is unstoppable, and only by walking with the darkness can mankind usher in the final salvation."

"If I die today, I will become the next troll king."

"If it wasn't you, it would be someone else."

Chu Ming looked down at Jiawen, tried his best to restrain the tyranny surging in his heart, and said calmly, "Then please die first."

The invisible coercion fell with the strong wind, and Jiawen roared weakly, unable to move.

"The world will always be dark, Andrew, time will prove you wrong!"

As soon as the words fell, the troll's body exploded and scattered into blood mist, dyeing everyone present blood red.

"Ahhh!!"

The nobles screamed in shock, their bodies trembling, and their eyes were full of fear.

The scene of Jiawen being crushed alive lingered in their minds like a nightmare, and their fear of Chu Ming had reached the extreme.

Some people even fell to their knees with limp legs, chanting titles such as the king of trolls, Mr. Andrew, and crawled towards him.

"Noisy."

The red light flashed across and the head fell to the ground. Chu Ming's eyes were only cold.

"Lord Andrew, let me go! Let me go!"

The troll aristocrats had crazy expressions. Facing the imminent death, they no longer took chances and fled around with their broken bodies.

Chu Ming looked indifferent and turned a deaf ear. The blood vessels on his body as tall as a giant tower squirmed, and his thick legs slightly bent, bursting out with astonishing strength.

In the next second, the stone slab under his feet shattered, and the whole person rushed out, everything shattered wherever he went, and dozens of nobles were crushed into minced flesh under his feet.

The screams gradually subsided, and Chu Ming stopped.

"Whoosh..."

With the sound of heavy breathing, he stood there for a while, dragging his heavy body towards the only living person in the Scarlet Palace.

"Andrew, what's the matter..."

Just as Monroe was about to step forward to support him, the man suddenly raised his head.

In a daze, Luo Men saw Chu Ming's crazy and terrifying eyes, and before he could react, a tyrannical rage rushed straight to his forehead.

The old man froze in place immediately, cold sweat broke out behind him.

"Dean Monroe, I'm sorry to scare you..." Chu Ming's voice was hoarse, and the blood in his eyes faded a little.

The old man shook his head, "It's good that you're fine."

"My father, are they safe?"

"Baron Harold is safe and well, it's just Lawrence..."

Monroe was silent for a moment, then raised his hand slightly, and a black light spun and turned into a black crow.

"He's not doing well, I'll take you to see him."

Chu Ming froze on the spot when he heard this, and nodded heavily.

The black light came on, and the two appeared on the wall of the royal capital.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the thin evening glow spread over them, dyeing the two of them orange-yellow.

Chu Ming stretched out his hand to cover the rays of the sun, and saw Lawrence sitting in a wheelchair not far away, and Harold and Ge Hai standing beside him.

"Master, are you alright?"

Ge Hai, who spotted Chu Ming at the side, waved to him.

After reporting safety to Ge Hai and the others, he walked behind Lawrence.

"Mr. Lawrence?"

The old man had a peaceful face, lying on the wheelchair without responding.

Monroe sighed, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "The miraculous medicine destroyed his body, it is a miracle that he can persist in returning to the capital."

"He once told me that you were his most proud student, but during that year in the capital, due to the deep-rooted troll aristocratic influence, he tried his best to restrain himself from involving you, and even used vitriol language alienates you."

"Unfortunately, he still couldn't hold on until you came back."

"I couldn't put down my face and say sorry to you."

Chu Ming drooped his eyelids and clenched his fists.

"Dean Monroe, take care of my father and Ge Hai, I haven't finished my work yet."

Ge Hai asked anxiously: "Master, where are you going?"

Chu Ming looked back at him, jumped off the city wall, leaving only one sentence.

"Slaughter all the trolls!"

(End of this chapter)