King's Awakening

Chapter 199 - 199 Your gun is just a trinket in my eyes!

Chapter 199 Your gun is just a trinket in my eyes!

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In the outskirts of Sayon, lies the Weiden Family Villa.

At this time, Hans Weiden bore a smirk of arrogance on his face, feeling as if he had completely gained the upper hand and preparing to effortlessly manipulate White Mitchell.

However, he was blind to the immensity of White Mitchell’s strength!

Boom!

At this moment, White Mitchell exhibited no hesitation. His murderous intent overshadowed everything else.

An overwhelming aura of evil swept across the land, consuming all in its path.

In an instant, an alarming atmosphere began to rise, casting influence over a space hundreds of meters in radius.

At this moment, the Weiden Family Villa felt more like a gruesome battlefield of bloody carnage than a mere dwelling place.

Blood boiled in the turmoil of battle, the roaring of countless vengeful souls filled the air.

Including Samuel and his fellow martial arts soldiers, all were overcome by an immense pressure at this moment.

It felt as though the person standing before them, White Mitchell, was an insurmountable peak, formidable enough to strike fear into their hearts.

Hss!

Some didn’t hold back a gasp of surprise, their heartbeat quickened to the throat and faces flushed with sheer shock and horror.

It seemed as if time had frozen at this moment, with everyone gazing apprehensively at the young man without a weapon.

They couldn’t comprehend how unarmed White Mitchell could radiate such intense oppressive aura.

This pressure, seemingly originating from the depths of their psyche, was impossible to resist despite their best efforts.

On the contrary, as time went on, this sense of pressure grew stronger, uncontainable and spiraling out of their control.

Within a single breath, individuals at the scene began feeling overwhelmed as if a sudden shockwave ran through their bodies.

Gradually, many felt suffocated, as if their lifeblood was surging uncontrollably, even their breathing was becoming difficult.

What on earth is happening!?

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, their eyes expressing a profound sense of fear, to the point of bulging out.

What kind of formidable power could overwhelm them just at one glance?

The more they looked, the more it felt as if their hearts would jump out. It was as if they were innocent children plunged suddenly onto a battlefield of corpses and blood, filled with an intense sense of awe.

Yet, they were highly trained martial arts soldiers!

Though the chance to witness bloodshed was relatively less during peaceful times, due to their unique status, they still had such opportunities.

Even if it did not compare to the gruesome battlefields, they were not strangers to such scenes.

Ordinary violent scenes had very little effect on them.

But the sight of White Mitchell filled them with more fear, despair, and terror than the deadliest of criminals!

Yes, they were feeling absolute despair!

They felt like powerless chicks before White Mitchell.

At this moment, their state-of-the-art weapons felt like mere props, like jokes that posed no threat to White Mitchell at all.

Thinking of this, the martial arts soldiers began to tremble involuntarily as if they lost control over their limbs.

Who the hell is he?

Is he merely a criminal who served five years in prison?

Doesn’t he look more like a deadly killer from the battlefield?

Meanwhile, while everyone stood stupefied, Samuel, as the leader of their squad, was not in a better state either.

A Half-step War King, with just a mere step, he could set foot into the much covet War King Realm that others envied!

Yet now, as a Half-step War King, he found himself harboring an urge to kneel before White Mitchell.

What the hell is happening!?

Thinking about this, Samuel’s face suddenly tightened with tension. He bit his tongue hard, trying to keep his mind clear and unaffected by White Mitchell.

But no matter how hard he bit his tongue, even till it was bleeding, he still couldn’t dispel the fear of White Mitchell in his heart.

This…

Realizing this, Samuel felt his legs weakening. He involuntarily tightened his grip on his gun, as if this would somehow calm his nervous heart.

But at this moment, a phantom-like figure suddenly appeared before him, making his pupils contract sharply.

Whoosh!

Samuel’s heart trembled violently. This was even more harrowing than any horror movie.

When… when did he appear? When did he move? When did…

Samuel’s mind went blank, he simply couldn’t react. He was so frightened by White Mitchell, his soul practically flew out of his body.

At this moment, White Mitchell who lunged forward didn’t show any mercy. He simply disarmed Samuel effortlessly.

With a crack, Samuel’s wrist was broken instantly.

The intense pain finally pulled Samuel back to reality, but by this time, it was already too late.

“Ah!!! I want to kill…”

Regaining awareness, Samuel rallied his internal momentum frantically. The power of a Half-step War King surged violently, but it was instantly shattered by a punch from White Mitchell.

With a thud, one of White Mitchell’s hands grabbed Samuel’s arm while the other hand, formed into an iron fist, smashed directly into Samuel’s belly.

Spurt!

Suddenly bending over like a boiled shrimp, Samuel spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying Hans Weiden who was standing nearby into a bloody mess.

With a groan, Samuel felt as if his body was falling apart, and his face instantly turned white as paper.

Crack!

Before he could react, White Mitchell broke his other arm with as much emotion as breaking a tree branch.

“Ahhhh…”

Mournful cries of pain echoed from Samuel. He was not only in a sorry state, but he also felt fear.

The power of White Mitchell shocked him. It made him feel powerless and desperate!

At this moment, Samuel finally realized that White Mitchell was definitely stronger than him, not just a little, but overwhelmingly so!

Moreover, he felt like White Mitchell hadn’t even exerted his full strength.

What kind of power was this?

Minor Achieved War King? Major Achieved War King? Or even, Titled War King!!!

Hiss!

Thinking about this, Samuel couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air. Meanwhile, the indifferent voice of White Mitchell rang out: “Your gun is just a trinket in my eyes!”

You!

Samuel felt stifled and his chest was heavy, once again he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But Samuel was not willing to accept this. He himself is the leader of the third squad of the Sayon armed forces, not even thirty years old and a Half-step War King. Considering Sayon, he was considered among the best.

On the other hand, White Mitchell was just a convict who spent five years in prison. What gave him the right to be on equal footing with him? What made him dare to treat him this way?

Indeed, in terms of strength, he was no match for White Mitchell. But in terms of authority, White Mitchell wasn’t even a match for his little finger!

More importantly, since when did physical strength become everything? No matter how strong White Mitchell was, could he beat guns and cannons?

With these thoughts, a ferocious expression rose on Samuel’s face. He bared his teeth, blood-covered but completely unconcerned, and threatened White Mitchell menacingly: “White Mitchell! Do you really think you’re invincible!?”

Do you know who I am? You are openly attacking a martial arts soldier, you are challenging the authority of the Sayon armed forces, let me tell you, you are a dead man today!

If you dare, kill me now. Let’s see if you can survive till tomorrow! Not just you, but your family, your friends, all have to be buried with you!!!”