Lord Of Martial Arts

The last thing the three warriors expected was for Darren, someone at the low-level of the Star God Realm, to dare make a move first. To make things worse, he had incredible speed!

The young man who stood at the front was directly hit by Darren's palm strike and he was forced to fall back by several dozen feet.

"Seriously? That's all the strength you have? A chicken could strike harder than that!"

The young man held his head high, with a disdainful look. Darren's strike had actually damaged his inner organs and he was close to coughing up blood.

"Looks like this guy is super powerful. Let's fight him together," the young man advised his companions via his spiritual sense.

"Finnegan, don't tell me you really want all of us to fight that guy. He's just a common warrior at the low-level of the Star God Realm. That's embarrassing. You'll make us a laughing stock," the woman said through her spiritual sense.

"I just want to deal with them as fast as possible. I don't want to waste any more time," explained the young man named Finnegan.

"Don't worry about that. We still have a month left. There's plenty of time."

"That's right." Finnegan didn't want to lose face, so he just gave up on asking them for help.

"Well, well, Finnegan, who's the rubbish now? You were defeated by my boss here in a single move. Shame on you!" Weber sneered.

Finnegan's face turned sour at Weber's comment. "You will pay the price for messing with me! Go to hell!"

In the blink of an eye, Finnegan's figure was already right at Darren's face, ready to make an attack. He decided not to use his god's power, so he could show off his strength. If he was going to kill Darren, he wanted to do it with just his physical strength.

Bang!

Darren quickly retaliated by striking his palm right at Finnegan's attack.

He also sneakily activated his black god's power. The two palms collided with a mighty burst. Suddenly, a bloody mist rained down as Finnegan's right arm was crushed clean.

"Ah!"

He swiftly fell back and cried out in pain.

"You dirty rat! You used your god's power!" Finnegan roared.

"Are you stupid? This is a life or death battle. Why wouldn't he use his god's power? Idiot," sneered Weber.

"So that's how it is, huh? I guess you've forced me to show you my true strength. Prepare to be eliminated!

Chaotic Dragon Spear, come out!"

Finnegan grasped a black divine spear tightly in his right hand.

Weber's face twitched at the sight of the spear.

"Watch out, Darren! That spear is forged by his master and it contains the power of the deputy god," reminded Weber.

"It doesn't matter."

Darren held his sword and blade in h

ntents, dark gold god's power, and black god's power all at the same time.

Finnegan released his Dragon Soaring Skill again. As their god's power collided, the two of them also fought with their bare hands.

The battle went on for a while, as their strength was almost on par with each another.

"Go to hell!"

Finnegan finally found an opening, and he thrust his spear at Darren.

Darren could only laugh in response.

It was a mistake that would cost Finnegan his life!

When the spear stabbed towards Darren, he suddenly vanished. From behind Finnegan, violent sword intents started surging at him.

"I've been fooled!"

As soon as he realized what was going on, Finnegan drew his spear back and struck it the other way.

The moment he turned around, he felt a cold rush go down his back and blood splashed everywhere.

Only then did he realize that the sword intent behind him just now was the real trap. Darren didn't move an inch. He was still there, waiting for him to turn his back.

Unfortunately, when he finally understood everything, the cold sword had already pierced through his chest.

"Finnegan!"

The faces of his two companions were that of shock and horror.

They didn't expect that a young man who was merely at the low-level of the Star God Realm could be so powerful! Was he also mentored by a deputy god? "Brat, release Finnegan at once, or you're dead meat!"

Finnegan was still dangling from Darren's sword, choking up blood as he struggled to take the last of his breaths.

"I don't know you guys, but you came at me and even wanted to kill me. Do you really expect me to just let this guy go? Don't be so naive!" Darren spat coldly. Without even looking Finnegan in the eye, he released his sword intent and smashed him into pieces.