Chapter 2188

Chapter 2188“Who do you think you are, trying to take me on when you’re just a Second Level Martial Arts God?
You should have checked yourself out in the mirror before stepping up!” Samson scoffed at Skyler’s
attempt to resist his aura.
“She’s no match for you. But what about me?” Jagoan responded and unleashed his aura.
“Ha, you little punk. How dare a mere Martial Arts Saint like you be so full of yourself in front of me?”
Samson cackled.
However, he soon realized that Jagoan’s aura successfully resisted his own. Stunned, he turned to him
and shouted before increasing the intensity of his aura, which caused many martial artists to collapse
onto the ground from the overpowering pressure.
“You’re a Fourth Level Martial Arts God, huh? Not bad.” Jagoan smiled.
“You should know the consequences of crossing me now that you’re aware of my true power,” Samson
said disdainfully.
“A Fourth Level Martial Arts God is indeed impressive, but it’s still nothing in my eyes,” Jagoan sneered
in response.
“You talk big for a puny Martial Arts Saint. How dare you look down on me? I’ll crush you into
mincemeat today and show you the true power of a Fourth Level Martial Arts God!” Samson bellowed
as he unleashed all his aura.
The terrifying power it contained caused the surroundings to shift and distort. The color drained from
the martial artists’ faces as they watched the battle unfold.
It was clear that Samson had the upper hand against both Jagoan and Skyler.How could Jagoan, an Eighth Level Martial Arts Saint, possibly hope to defeat a Fourth Level Martial
Arts God?
At that moment, some of the martial artists began to regret their decision to follow Jagoan up the
mountain and started to retreat.
“Is this all you’ve got as a Fourth Level Martial Arts God?” Jagoan sneered.
Suddenly, rays of golden light emanated from his body, and waves of blood-curdling pressure struck
Samson and the disciples of Stormwind Sect.
Samson and the disciples were all shocked, for they had never thought that the young man before
them, who was merely a Martial Arts Saint, could unleash an aura that was even scarier than that of a
Fourth Level Martial Arts God.
“Do you realize how weak you are now?” Jagoan leaped into the air and charged toward Samson.
The martial artists felt the pressure being lifted off their bodies, and they all stared at Jagoan in fear
and disbelief. Not only had the aura of a Martial Arts Saint withstood that of a Martial Arts God, but it
was also powerful enough to launch an offensive attack.
“Mr. Chance is truly incredible. How can the power of an Eighth Level Martial Arts Saint be this strong?”
Verner exclaimed incredulously.
Jose, Marcelo, and Royler were also stunned and impressed by Jagoan’s display of power.
When Samson saw that Jagoan was daring enough to attack him, he extended his fingers and
hollered, “Hammerhand!”
A beat later, two disciples of Stormwind Sect hurled two hammers forward, and they grew in size midair
before landing perfectly in Samson’s hands.The hammers spun in his grip, and a mere light tap between the two hammers was enough to emit
waves of deafening noise that caused the crowd to cover their ears and pale with fear.
Jagoan threw a punch at Samson, his fist glowing with a golden light.
“Humph! How dare you, a mere Martial Arts Saint, come at me with your bare fists? You must have a
death wish!” Samson spat.
Accompanied by a harrumph, he launched a counter-attack with his two hammers. The force he
exerted into the swing of his hammers was profound, as though he was determined to crush Jagoan
into mincemeat.
Clang!
novelbinA piercing sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air as Jagoan’s punch collided with the metal
hammers. Sparks flew in all directions.
Samson’s complexion paled. Never did he expect Jagoan’s fist to be so tough that it could withstand
the full force of his hammers. His hands turned numb from the powerful clash, and it felt as if all
strength had been drained from his arms.
In contrast, Jagoan appeared to be unfazed by the exchange, standing before him with a look of
disdain on his face.