Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren and the others couldn't help but sigh at their situation.

Why were the others' Archean beasts so eye-catching, and he and his companions were left with a lame turtle?

"H-h-help!"

Weber pleaded with his face pressed to the ground, nearing tears.

The turtle creaked back and forth and kept helplessly spinning around, but couldn't manage to turn himself over.

Darren rolled his eyes and released his god's power to finally turn the turtle over.

The turtle hissed at Darren, as if to express his gratitude.

Once Weber got the chance to get up, his face was all swollen.

"Son of a bish! My prutty face is ruined!" Weber slurred incoherently.

It was the first time that Sally and Beatty had seen him like this. They roared with laughter.

"Weber, what are you rambling on about?" said Sally, trying to choke down her laughter as she spoke.

"That god damn durtle! Pishin' me off like that! I'll make soup out of you!" Weber roared at the turtle angrily, and then activated his god's power to kick him.

Clang!

Weber shouted in surprise.

An immense pain shot up his leg. The turtle was unscathed, but Weber's foot swelled up so much it burst out of his shoe.

He couldn't help but keep howling in pain.

A few hours later, Darren and the others found that the turtle was not completely useless, at least. He could fly through the valley, but at a terribly slow speed.

"Darren, this is going to take forever. By the time we reach our destination, we'll all be either senile or dead," murmured Finley in annoyance.

"What choice do we have? Without the turtle, we won't know where to fly to." Darren was at a loss.

"Well, why don't we just carry him and let him show us the way? That seems faster." Lindsay's eyes lit up at the suggestion.

"You're right! It'll be so much faster that way."

"I don't think it's a good idea. It'll be so tiring to drag him along!" Weber objected.

"I think it's feasible." Beatty also agreed to fly. It was five versus one, so Weber's objection was void.

"Weber, why don't you carry him on your back?" asked Darren as he spun around to look Weber right in the eye.

Weber's face turned pale with shock and reluctance.

"You want me to carry him? Boss, are you out of your mind?" It was obvious that Weber now had a passionate hatred for the turtle.

"Well, since you said

ve to teach you a lesson, or my reputation will be tarnished. Everyone, don't even try to stop me!" Weber was yelling as if he was actually going to kill the turtle.

Darren and the others stood still and looked on at the scene with interest. Why would they stop him? It was bound to be entertaining.

Weber rolled up his sleeves and faced the turtle.

Boom!

God's power cracked down at the turtle's head. Weber thought, 'Your shell might be hard, but your soft head won't be able to withstand my attack!'

Bang!

When the god's power was just about to hit the old turtle's head, his head shrank back into the shell at a very quick speed. Darren looked on and nodded his head. It was a useful observation that no matter how fast Weber attacked, he couldn't manage to hit the turtle.

"Oh, no!"

Suddenly, Weber cried out. He saw his god's power was bounced back, and the power seemed to have been increased tenfold.

"Oh, my face! Not again!"

Weber got up from the ground, his face dripping with blood. It seemed that it was going to be swollen again.

Darren and the others' eyes lit up at the scene. It seemed that their turtle was not completely useless after all. His skills were actually quite impressive.

"Oh, you're such a cool turtle! Can you teach me that move? Please? Please?" Sally quickly flew over and pleaded with the turtle like a spoiled kid.

In reply, the old turtle poked his head out from his shell, trembled slightly, and nodded.

Then a faint yellow light came out of the old turtle's mouth and flowed through Sally's body.