Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 240: Chapter 239: The End of the Commander_1

Translator: 549690339

Crack!

The iron rod descended from the sky with the force of cleaving Uriah Mount in twain!

The Eastern Bay Warrior felt a shock in his heart, wielding his sword single-handedly in an attempt to fend off the assault!

But when sword and rod collided, the long sword in the Eastern Bay Warrior’s hand exploded into fragments! And he himself was slain upon the ground.

“You’re Julius Reed!”

After witnessing Julius Reed’s decisive killing of the Eastern Bay Warrior, Monge felt cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

In the area of strength, where he was most proficient, he was no match for Julius Reed, to say nothing of the other aspects in which the disparity was likely far greater.

But as the leader of Deep Cold, Monge wouldn’t choose to surrender.

“Indeed, and who might you be?”

Julius Reed held the iron rod in one hand, the only sound remaining was that of blood dripping onto the ground.

On the car driven by Cosmo, Julius Reed had already installed a security system. The moment the two encountered danger, he was alerted immediately and rushed here at top speed.

Quella Radcliffe’s safety was of great importance to Julius Reed.

“Monge, the leader of Deep Cold.”

Monge slowly took off his shirt, revealing the grey vest underneath. Even Imowing well the strength of his opponent, he had to fight!

The title of leader of Deep Cold was not just a name; it represented the honor of the entire Deep Cold organization!

Moreover, Monge had yet to reveal his trump card, so he wasn’t flustered.

“Deep Cold? Interesting! Initially, I had no intention of clashing with you all, but your people truly have a death wish.”

Julius Reed shrugged helplessly, lamenting the Weakness of the Shadow

Warriors he had encountered initially, who were simply not worth killing.

Even several subsequent attackers with formidable abilities proved no match for him.

Against Deep Cold, Julius Reed harbored thoughts of uprooting them completely. Amadeus Fairbanks was fighting tirelessly against Deep Cold, and once Julius Reed was free, he could arrange for Cosmo to eliminate the largest Shadow Warrior organization!

To those in the martial world, Deep Cold was the ultimate honor, representing the Hall of Fame and the strongest existence among Shadow Warriors!

They revered it as divine and saw it as a place they wished to join in their lifetimes!

If anyone heard talk of overthrowing Deep Cold, they would laugh it off. Because no one believed there was anyone in the world with the power to do so.

Only Julius Reed could.

“Mr. Reed, my Deep Cold comrades have died at your hands repeatedly, and this score must be settled! As one of the leaders, I’ve come today to take your head!”

Monge stretched his limbs and said with a faint smile, “You are indeed very strong, so strong that we felt confident only by deploying a leader.”

Within the Deep Cold organization, experts were as numerous as clouds!

Often, they would only send out their elite ranks when dealing with highly important figures or very troublesome enemies.

As for leaders?

It seemed that this was the second time since the establishment of Deep Cold that a leader had carried out a mission in person!

The last time was thirty years ago during their assassination attempt on Amadeus Fairbanks.

If Julius Reed hadn’t happened to be fishing on the island when Deep Cold’s men startled the fish away and he intervened to chase off those would-be assailants, Amadeus Fairbanks might indeed have died at the hands of Deep cold.

It was precisely because of this incident that Amadeus Fairbanks held Julius Reed in the highest regard, even seeing him as a deity.

Meanwhile, the friction between Willson Pavilion and Deep Cold continued.

“Indeed, those rotten fish coming to their deaths, I really can’t bring myself to deal with them. Forgive my frankness, but it’s time for Deep Cold to change its people!”

Julius Reed spoke arrogantly, showing no sign of tension even in the face of one of the terrifying leaders.

“Cosmo, take Quella Radcliffe to a safe place.”

With a wave of his hand, Cosmo immediately went behind Quella Radcliffe, protectively on guard.

Although, because she was hindered from going all out in order to protect Quella Radcliffe and was thus injured by Monge, Cosmo chose to swallow her pride in the face of her master’s peril.

Had it been any other time, faced with such a frustrating situation, she would definitely have gone all out to test her strength against Monge!

“Mr. Reed, you’re simply too arrogant!”

Upon hearing the disparaging words “stinking fish and rotten shrimp,” Monge’s face clearly showed displeasure.

“They are our elites! Although I must admit, your strength is indeed much greater than I had anticipated, but you cannot just insult them because you defeated our members, can you?”

Deep Cold represents the highest echelons of the Shadow Warrior world, with each member being a figure of imposing reputation.

Including the two elites who perished at the hands of Julius Reed, they were figures who commanded respect in their own right.

To be vilified after death was extremely distasteful to Monge.

Don’t high-ranking experts possess any dignity?

Insult? When you were even willing to kill my wife, are you even human? You boast of being the elite of the Shadow Warrior world, yet you attempt to kill a woman who knows nothing of martial arts, and now you lecture me on morality?”

Julius Reed huffed coldly and pointed at Monge, “After I kill you, I will eradicate Deep Cold completely within half a year!”

Currently, with continuous troubles in Gonzalez City and Five-river Province, Julius Reed had no time to deal with them.

Moreover, taking out Deep Cold would be a major move, inevitably alarming his enemies.

To this day, Julius Reed still couldn’t remember how he lost his memory!

And the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was already in a precarious state.

Julius Reed had already heard some rumors, but he couldn’t make an appearance now.

The substantial loss of memory prevented him from making accurate judgments.

Rashly revealing himself would only lead his adversaries to a frenzied spree of killing.

Then, every person including Quella Radcliffe would be at risk.

“In this world, I’ve seen many with great abilities, but those as boastful as you, this is the first time!”

Monge laughed heartily as a rising killing intent emanated from him, “Do you really think that I could serve as the Chief of Deep Cold without any special skills? Young man, you are far too arrogant!”

After these words, the muscles in his body began to swell rapidly. “Oh? Finally ready to go all out with your full strength?”

Julius Reed smiled indifferently and casually tossed his iron staff on the ground, “Today I’ll let you see for yourself what happens when you cross me!”

Thump!

He pushed off with his feet and shot through the air!

At the same time, his arm came crashing down heavily!

“Go to hell!”

Seeing Julius Reed relinquish his weapon, Monge narrowed his eyes, and a surge of power instantly erupted from him!

He roared angrily, his fists carrying a destructively powerful aura as they hammered down!

Boom!

Fists collided with fists!

With a pained step back, Monge’s hands felt as though he had struck an iron plate, the pain was excruciating.

Yet Julius Reed stood in his original spot, not showing any signs of disruption.

“You’re a bit of a disappointment!”

Julius Reed shook his head while simultaneously gesturing downwards with a single finger.

“I don’t believe it!”

Monge clenched his teeth, his body’s muscles surging to the extreme!

In this moment, he no longer held back, instead focusing all his power into his arms, ready to settle the outcome with a single strike!

Whoosh!

Just as he was about to charge at Julius Reed, the sound of a dart suddenly rang out.

Monge’s eyes widened, a dart embedded in his forehead. And in front of him, Julius Reed had turned to leave..