NovelEnglishChapter 5882 "Ho ho..." Tyson stood looking Veron up and down, calling out to Bowen mockingly. "You've got sluck to have such a pretty woman looking out for you. It's a shshe's going to die soon." As he spoke, Tyson stroked the Sunset Bow before saying, "Tellhow to activate the bow if you don't want your darling girl dying here. This is your last chance." The blow he had cast was not fatal, as he was planning to use Veron to blackmail Bowen.
F*ck! Bowen clenched his fists, hardly able to believe his anger.
Was Tyson even human, using Ninth Lady to threaten him...
Yet amidst his rage, Bowen began to hesitate at the frail look on Veron's face. He might as well tell Tyson, right? Ninth Lady had saved his life twice, and he could not watch her die here...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt the thought, Bowen took a deep breath as he looked at Tyson. "Will you keep your promise?" "Of course!" Tyson smiled.
Whew! Bowen took a deep breath. He was about to speak when Veron cut him off.
"No, don't." Veron bit her lip anxiously, shouting at Bowen, "Don't be an idiot! Even if you tell him, he's not going to letgo!" As she spoke, Veron glowered furiously at Tyson. "To hell with you, bastard!" As the words rang through the air, Veron soared forward as she drew her long sword once again to pierce it in Tyson's direction. The surrounding black armored army riders crowded forward at the sight.
Yet Tyson waved a hand, his expression nothing but mocking. "No, no. This lady from the Nine Continents can't hurt me." All his efforts were going to go to waste if his men were to accidentally kill Veorn.
Tyson had thought it through. He was going to torture Veron right before Bowen's eyes, and that was surely going to make him confess how to activate the bow.
The riders backed off immediately at the order.
Tyson wasted no time, exploding once again to meet Veron head on.
In the blink of an eye, a fierce battle broke out between the both of them in mid-air.
Veron was far from weak, but she was fighting against the most powerful warrior of the Raksasa tribe. It had barely been a few rounds before she was running out of steam.
Quickly enough, Tyson was able to find the chance to land a blow onto Veron's back. She let out a dull hum, stumbling over as blood sprayed from her mouth and her aura waned immediately.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ho ho!" Tyson was nothing but smug at being able to take her down with just one blow as he said to Bowen, "You darling lady's not going to take much more. Are you going to tellor not?" en Bowen's eyes grew bloodshot with rage and worry. "Stop it, stop it! I'll talk!" He would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to Veron.
Yet as the words rang through the air, Veron cut him off yet again. "No, you mustn't. Have you forgotten how your father and your family died, big guy? You're not a man if you talk." Bowen felt as if his chest had been
hit with a gigantic hammer at the words. His gaze flashed with om determination, and He turned to say to Veron, "You're right, Ninth Lady. I'm not going to talk, nor will bow down in the face of the enemy." Veron flashed him a smile weakly. "That's the big guy I know." "Very well!"
Tyson's expression grew murderous at the sight. "Since you have a death wish, Bowen, Villgrant it for you! I'll kill your darling girl first and then torture you to death." As the words rang through the air, Tyson exploded once again as he cast a fierce blow toward Veron! Veron saw the incoming blow grow closer and closer, and the smile on her face was laced with hopelessness.
It was moving far too fast, and she was not going to be able to dodge it.
Veron turned to Bowen and smiled gently. "I'm going now, big guy." "No!"
Just then, Bowen's eyes grew bloodshot as he lost his voice om completely. He could clearly sense that Veron was extremely weak then, and she would be dead if she took another blow for sure.
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