Chapter 1957 A Heavy Battle
More and more Baymardians appeared, but the situation still looked bad.
Bam!!
Gwanice smirked proudly when feeling that although his schedule cracked, his body was still well protected.
This of course made him aware that these bastard Pyrons must have stolen enhanced metal from their Morg empire before this battle.
Or how else can you explain the existence of enhanced Metal here in Baymard?
Cah-pui!~
Gwanice frowned, leaving a Baymardian soldier high before opening the prying open the Baymardian's mouth and using his poisonous dagger to stab the bastard to death.
Plop!
The pitiful body fell to the seas, causing many to shudder in hate.
Revenge! They must get their revenge for their fallen comrades and Baymardian.
Several people watching didn't know when, but felt tears wallow in their ears.
Kill!!
Bam!
Warden Mitchen pampered on the scene, grabbing the falling before it could hit the waters.
Dead.
"Take him…" Mitchen carefully shoved the body into the arms of another flying Baymardian, before slowly approaching Gwanice.
Indeed, Gwanice was such a towering and terrifying brute man with a body that could intimidate many.
But Mitchen's physique wasn't easy either.
Both looked like macho men, burly and swelling with muscles everywhere.
Mitchen didn't wear any damn catsuits, bug only had what looked like a line backpack for flying.
He just couldn't allow himself to wear a catsuit and ruin his image.
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Wear tight catsuits? Impossible!
Mitchen honestly told Landon he would rather die than be caught dead in a catsuit. Others didn't have a choice, big he, Warden Mitchen, definitely had a say on how he bloody well appeared.
With his long Warden jacket hanging on his shoulders and a fat cigar in his mouth, again .. many felt he looked like Garo in one piece.
"Die!!~"
Several people gauged to stab him, but were easily squared away like bugs as Mitchen hurriedly moved towards Gwanice.
"Oh?" Gwanice raised his eyes playfully. "Not wearing a protective suit like the others in your worthless team?... How very daring."
Gwanice then laughed, before slowly taking off parts of his armor one by one. And for a moment, it seemed no one in the world existed except them both.
Mitchen slowly released a whiff of smoke while kicking another bold person who attempted to stab him in the back.
Gwanice wasn't intimidated, only finding Mitchen's actions to be child's play. After all, what damage could a measly Pyron man who doesn't have his superior Morgs skills have to win against him?
"Morg, you will pay for what you did. "
"Oh really? I'd like to see who will make me pay!!"
Bam!
Gwanice smashed his fists together using a special technique that could even break stones between his fists if one one placed one there.
As Morgs, they had quite a ton of special skills up their sleeves, some that made special body parts as hard as rocks.
Gwanice eyes glowed with a vicious light as he now darted to Mitchen with all his might. frёewebnoѵēl.com
"Hahahahhaha~... Big Pyron, you will be nothing but chubby meat when my fists land on you."
Now Die!!
The cameras seemed to capture the scene in slow motion because right at this very moment, several Baymardians were biting their fingers and gripping each others' necks tight.
Muscles had bulged out from Gwanice's clenched fists, and the whole attack looked 50 times mightier than it started.
One look and they knew the punch was deadly.
Several people's eyes were treated with transfixed horror, screaming at the top of their lungs despite knowing that Mitchen wouldn't heat them.
Even those in the Prison guards now watching in the prison TV, also felt exclaimed heavily.
"Warden, Watch out!!"
Oh no, it was too late. The Warden hadn't reached yet. So wouldn't he be pushed away in a flash?
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…
What to do? What to do?
Everyone began digging as though they had ants in their pants.
But soon, they found that reality proved to be far different from their imaginations.
One second, the blow was inches from Mitchen's face, and another second, they saw someone flying on the floor puking mouth loads of blood… only, it wasn't Mitchen.
PUFF!
Gwanice's eyes widened in horror.
What the hell did he punch? A palace wall?
Damn!
Flash forward to the past, Gwanice punched Mitchen, but found that Mitchen didn't even flinch an inch, as though his punch was made of water.
And in under a millisecond, Mitchen had grabbed him with one hand and returned the favor in another.
F***!
Gwanice felt his insides were all messed up, as he continued puking mouth loads of blood.
Slowly raising his head to stare at the towering figure looming above him, Gwanice had just one thought in mind –Monster!
Ahhhh!
Mitchen stepped on Gwanice's fingers with one leg, and then used the other to kick below Gwanice's chin... and what happened next, was something many would never forget in their lives.
Even the many Baymard allies felt that they had to reassess Mitchen's strength, as many had never truly seen him in Battle.
No wonder he could be a prison Warden.
(!w!)
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Pah! Bam! Pah! Bam! Pah! Boom!
Mitchen was fearless, grabbing and slamming Gwanice crudely as he pleased.
"Quick! Quick! Rescue commander Gwanice!"
Several Morgs gritted their teeth, using their superior skills to no avail.
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What was also incredible was that Mitchen's blows could crack and dent their specially blessed armor.
Was this still a human being?
Mitchen delivered a blow at 60% of his full strength, sending several Morgs flying back and knocking others like Bowling balls.
And just like that, 3 and a half hours had gone by with the battle nowhere near ending.
But at least now, Baymard had confirmed that all slaves had been successfully rescued by the underground teams.
3 and a half hours!
This was already one of the longer battles Baymard had ever faced. But while the Battle on the seas cashed quite a turbulence, those in the land were easier and swifter to deal with than one could imagine.
