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   Chapter 612 Duncan's Plot

The Legend of Innate Mage By Hua Luo Wei Yao Characters: 10535

Updated: 2019-12-05 00:13

"What does Samson think he is doing? Even if he kills Martin, he may end up perishing with him because of the blood sacrifice. There is a big price to pay for borrowing power from the ancestor of the Nanchao Clan," Terrence said in a low, anxious voice. "He will lose at least half his life, that stupid fellow!" Terrence wished he could stop Samson, but it was already too late.

"Maybe this is exactly what he wants—sacrificing himself. I mean, he's been blaming himself for the death of members of his clan, and he wants to atone for it. So perhaps sacrificing his own life is his way of apologizing and freeing himself from the guilt," Ricky explained to comfort Terrence.

"But don't worry. I won't let him die, I promise."

"That's good to hear. I do have faith in you, Ricky. Honestly, I have no idea how you're going to make it, but you haven't disappointed me so far," Terrence replied. Terrence expressed his gratitude to Ricky and breathed a sigh of relief. He truly thought that it was a blessing that Ricky was here to help at the moment.

The truth was, Samson's death was the last thing Terrence wanted to see. It was true that he and Samson had not known each other for long, but he somehow had the feeling they would become really good friends one day. Watching a friend die was difficult for anyone, so Terrence could not be more worried now.


"You've got to be kidding. What do you think you're playing at? You can't have mastered the blood sacrifice. Well, show me then. Let me see what the ancestor of your Nanchao Clan could do," Martin challenged mockingly. Although a bit shocked by the powerful energy released by the virtual shadow of the malevolent spirit, he did not flinch.

But he didn't look as confident as moments ago. Perhaps he could sense that the power form the virtual shadow was even stronger than that from his golden sword.

Samson ignored Martin's taunts. He could not afford to waste time humoring him now, for he knew that his peak form would not last very long. There was no more time for trash talk.

The virtual shadow's pale, cold eyes glimmered as it conjured a huge, miraculous water trident out of thin air and swung it straight at Martin.

It all happened in a split second. There was nothing fancy about the attack. It was simple but most merciless—a strike driven by sheer, immense power.

"You can keep dreaming about killing me, Samson!" Martin yelled as Samson launched his attack. "But don't blink as you might miss me tearing your ancestor's ghost apart, you bastard!"

Martin braced himself as he waited for Samson's strike to land. He was scared, all right, but he was not going to let his opponent see that on his face. He kept his arrogant bravado plastered all over his face. Defeat meant death here, which was a price no one wanted to pay. But if he was going to pay the price for defeat today, then he would do so with pride.

Martin roared as his golden sword started to glow brightly and expand. Mustering all his strength, Martin turned his weapon into a human figure large enough to block Samson's attack. Then, the trident wielded by the virtual shadow o

l space tool. He will be safe there," Ricky told Carley reassuringly after examining Samson.

He then placed the unconscious Samson into his Devourer Zone that he activated to refine some precious Treasures from Heaven and Earth to help with Samson's recovery.

"Thank you so much, Ricky," uttered Carley and Madeline in unison, their eyes gleaming with gratitude.

"You're welcome. That's what friends are for," Ricky answered with a gentle smile.

While Ricky attended to Samson, Soar and Terrence pinned Martin's two men down.

The two men were certainly no match for the two warriors. After a few strikes, they were finished.

It ended easily and quickly.

But this was not yet the end. Several of their enemies were still alive, and another fight might break out any moment.

"Well, well. Looks like you still hold that spiritual space tool, Ricky," Duncan told Ricky with a meaningful smile. His eyes twinkled with so much depravity that anyone could see it from a mile away.

Everyone present certainly felt that he was up to no good. Surprisingly, they could sense his composure and confidence in his voice.

"Now I really don't understand you, Duncan. How can you be this calm and wear that nasty smile? Do you seriously think you stand a chance in this game?" Ricky asked coldly, turning to face Duncan.

He wanted to kill Duncan now more than Martin ever did.

Ricky despised treacherous men the most, and he would not hesitate to end anyone who betrayed an ally or a friend.

"Honestly, I've got a lot to thank you for, Ricky. Martin wouldn't have brought out the best of his sword if it weren't for you. You know, I wouldn't have dared turn against him otherwise, for I myself don't hold that sort of power. It's stupid to betray him before he's weak from exhausting all his energy and skills, don't you think?" Duncan said casually, like he had done nothing wrong.

"Ah, now I see. You think you're clever to benefit from the fight and win the game without breaking a sweat. I'm afraid you're forgetting something really important," Ricky answered sharply.

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