1078: C1078 Looking Back on the past

C1078 Looking Back on the past

This was where the leaders of the Thirteenth Overlord and the mysterious organizations got to know each other.

At this time, Thirteenth Overlord was holding his legs on the chair with one arm and the other hand still rudely pouring strong alcohol into his mouth. From time to time, a strong aroma of alcohol would seep out from the corner of his lips, soaking the alcohol in the black hair that was carelessly draped over his shoulders and the front of his wrinkled shirt. But he didn't seem to care at all. He just concentrated on pouring the wine into his mouth.

If only there was someone who could fight with him. Thirteenth Overlord, who was still holding onto the wine jar, turned his aching neck and thought.

Thus, he raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth that still had some wine stains on it. He stood up and looked around with his long and narrow peach blossom eyes. Almost everyone was scared off when they met his gaze.

How boring.

It was at this moment that the firm background of a man entered his eyes. It was strange, as people would usually be scared to the point of peeing when they saw him like this, but not only did he not show any signs of fear, he even sat motionlessly in his chair and sipped his tea.

Thirteenth Overlord suddenly became very interested. Rather than calling it interest, it would be better to call it curiosity, he himself was a remnant spirit that had possessed his body. Even now, he had not lost, why didn't he see the slightest trace of fear on the face of the person in front of him? Could he be an expert on the same level as me?

Thirteenth Overlord, who had been unmatched for so many years, started laughing excitedly the moment he thought of his opponent. Alright, today he would like to see who these people were.

He even staggered a little from drinking too much. He turned around and walked to the man's side with difficulty. In his daze, he poked the man's back with his hand and mumbled something.

However, the man acted as if he did not notice Thirteenth Overlord's arrival, he only held the teacup close to his nose and shook it gently, after which a sweet smell filled his nose, causing him to take a sip.

This Thirteenth Overlord had always been carefree and unrestrained. If it was before, other people would bow and bow to him. Although he said that, it made his interest even more intense. No matter what, he had to go meet him today.

Hmm … It seemed that a normal greeting would not work for him. But then again, this person cherished the sword in his hand a lot. Knocking his sword over could be considered a declaration of war.

He looked at the sword on the man's waist. While he was tasting the tea, he wanted to pull out his sword, but the man was smart enough, or it could be said that he knew about the existence of the Thirteenth Overlord. The man quickly tried to catch the sword behind his back, but he was still a step too late. Perhaps he had underestimated his opponent too much.

Before he could even react, Thirteen's provocative sound transmitted from the metal wall into his ears. The man pursed his lips disdainfully, his sneer obvious.

F * ck, who was the one that was overestimating himself and came to find me?

The man rubbed his fists together, closed his eyes, held his fingers together in front of his chest, turned them all over, and turned them up again. Thirteenth Overlord knew that he was operating his technique, but why did he feel that something was amiss?

It was this familiar aura again, and the remnant soul in his body seemed to be agitated as it scurried around restlessly. Logically speaking, if it wasn't for some special circumstances, a soul fragment wouldn't have appeared. Could it be that the man possessed a soul fragment as well?

Before he could finish, the man's actions proved it. Sword lights and sword shadows reflected off of each other as the sound of metal clashing rang out endlessly. The originally bright and lively restaurant was now unbearably destroyed.

"Heh, isn't it a bit too wicked for us to destroy his things? He's also quite skilled in business, how about we go outside and fight him?" Thirteenth Overlord warned him out of good intentions, then he leaped up and left the inn. The leader of the mysterious organization was forced to follow.

Only a few stars could be seen flashing in the dark sky. A thick layer of dark clouds gradually gathered together, leaving only a narrow gap. A faint ray of moonlight shone upon a slender man and a Thirteenth Overlord who were standing in the arena. A look of determination and hot-bloodedness flashed in their eyes.

Just like that, the two of them held their swords and looked at each other. They only looked at each other in silence. Neither of them spoke first to break the increasingly awkward atmosphere.

In the end, Thirteenth Overlord raised the corner of his mouth and shrugged, "Heh, I'm about to suffocate to death." His skin was extremely white to begin with, and when paired with his red leather jacket, it was so white that it was almost transparent. In the pitch-black invisibility, he seemed somewhat eerie.

He wasn't sure if he was talking about the awkward atmosphere or the fact that he couldn't match up to his opponent, but the man standing in front of him knew that it had to be the latter.

The man was wrapped in a black windbreaker. A sudden gust of wind lifted the corner of his coat, revealing two long, straight legs. He did not laugh. His unfathomable eyes floated into the unknown distance. His eyes flashed with a smile. However, the corners of his mouth had always been stiff. Perhaps it could be said that he did not know how to laugh.

"Um …" Indeed, it's been a long time since I've had a match, my hands sure are itchy. " The hand that held the sword lifted and leaned forward, and then flung it open, the bright blade reflecting his eyes, and as he turned it, the sword's eyes, which were so bright they were threatening, made a series of metallic scraping noises that rang across the sky.

Heh, as expected, his martial arts were unparalleled, and the man possessed by a remnant soul was unfathomably powerful.

Thirteenth Overlord's thin lips slightly opened, revealing two neat rows of white teeth. She stuck out her dark red tongue and teasingly licked the corner of her mouth.

"Of course... "I'll do my best."

In a split-second, a dark wave surged. In an instant, a flash of lightning struck, and a deafening sound broke the tranquility of the night. A violent storm followed, followed by bean-sized raindrops unrestrainedly washing over the two people's faces.

Thus, it was today's scene.

The old man sighed, as if he was regretting it or excited at the same time, "That mysterious organization originally wanted to call Batian, but unfortunately, they still have a Thirteenth Overlord in their time."0

The old man had made it clear that the two of them had been enemies for several lifetimes. If they didn't fight, even if you died, the heavens would not be able to bear it.

The sky gradually turned white, and the first rays of the morning sun shined on the land.

The leader of the mysterious organization was leaning against a tree. In the vast prairie, not many people could be seen. There were only a few ear-piercing bird calls that could be heard. The air was mixed with the smell of grass and the fragrance of various flowers.

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