Jacob from the Dark Realm Returns

: Take This

Everyone was startled to hear this!

The key player had arrived in such an ostentatious manner. Everyone looked in the direction of the

commotion and saw a slim young man dressed in black walking steadily towards them. Following

behind him were four men carrying a black casket and walking towards the stage.

“That’s… Ghosts Santiago and Tyrone?” Suddenly someone in the crowd recognized two of the four

men and yelled out.

“Weren’t Ghosts Santiago and Tyrone serving the Goldsmith family and followed Boyce down south?

Why are they with Jacob?”

“There are the other two persons. If my memory is correct, they are… the two Virtuoso-to-bes of the

Derek family…”

“How is that possible?”

Everyone was shocked to see Jacob and the people with him. As Jacob walked, the onlookers backed

away several meters as he passed them.

“Santiago, Tyrone!” Boyce’s calm and lofty expression started to change.

He had lost contact with Ghosts Santiago and Tyrone and thought that they had been killed by Jacob.

Little did he expect that they would turn up carrying the casket behind Jacob. Ghosts Santiago and

Tyrone were expressionless when Boyce yelled at them. They didn’t seem to hear his call.

“What did you do to them?” Boyce looked at Jacob and asked. He could see that there was something

wrong with Ghosts Santiago and Tyrone. They looked like soulless empty shells and walking corpses.

“Do you want to seek revenge for them?” Jacob didn’t answer him but asked in return.

Boyce’s glare was sharp and emotionless, “They are foolish to be dead but if you dare to kill them, then

you are provoking my wrath and I’ll kill you today!”

“Exactly!” Jacob said. He waved his hand and the Derek brother and Ghosts Santiago and Tyrone

raised and tossed the casket. The casket flew and whistled in the air and landed on the arena.

“This casket is prepared by Ghosts Santiago and Tyrone. They will collect your body today! I will grant

you the highest honor of becoming the servant of Emperor of the Dark Realm and your body will be

preserved!” Jacob said as his eyes lit up.

Boyce was very talented. Whether if he was placed in the universe or any other religious sect, he would

be very valuable and become a good disciple. Such a person was worthy of becoming the servant of

Emperor of the Dark Realm and Jacob wants his body!

“Even Ghosts Santiago and Tyrone, Darnell Clifford, and the others succumbed under your hands. With

what you are saying, you should be a Virtuoso.” Boyce laughed and continued, “If you think that you

are the youngest Virtuoso in China and have the right to challenge me, and then I’ll say that you are too

preposterous and naive!”

“As soon as I became a Virtuoso, I am invincible!” Boyce said furiously and radiated energy of intense

oppression. Those weak onlookers felt that the air suddenly congealed and found it difficult to breathe

while those who were strong could feel some tightness on their chests.

Everyone’s expression changed as they looked at Boyce. They felt terrified but with admiration! No

wonder Boyce could defeat two experienced preliminary-stage Virtuoso and evenly matched with

intermediate-stage Virtuoso Ronald Parker. He was really very strong.

Within the crowd, there were many strong practitioners of martial arts and even more regular ones.

Additionally, many Virtuoso-to-bes also came to witness the fight. Boyce’s presence was able to make

them feel an overpowering sense of oppression leading to their submission.

Were these Boyce’s Virtuoso powers?

“He’s invincible!” At this point, some Virtuoso-to-be and other martial arts practitioners started to

mumble. This title was fought and won by Boyce and was more frightening than they thought.

“Boyce is indeed strong!” Cornell who followed thought to himself. With his internal injuries, he thought

that it would take him several years to recover but under Jacob’s intervention, he recovered in a night

and even became stronger.

“He is strong but Master is even stronger!” Lecherous Demon Edwin said calmly.

Jacob was a deity in his eyes, no, a devil and his religion. His master was the strongest.

Cornell had no doubts, “Mr. Reyes is the one who is invincible.”

The more he associated with Jacob, the more he could see how terrifying Jacob was. Without Jacob,

Boyce was definitely the youngest Virtuoso in China. But it was a pity that he encountered Jacob and

now his ending would be tragic.

In the arena, Boyce’s presence became increasingly terrifying while Cornell began to look at Boyce

with pity. Boyce radiated the energy which oppressed the arena but Jacob’s expression became

increasingly cold.

Jacob shook his head and looked towards Boyce like a god looking at an ant and said, “Frog in the

well!”

You would never know who exactly the person you were dealing with was. As he said, a far more

terrifying energy radiated from Jacob’s body and immediately overcame Boyce’s presence.

At this moment, everyone felt that death had descended. It felt as if the entire arena was a sea of blood

and corpses. Everyone felt as though with any small movement they would fall into that sea of death!

If what Boyce radiated was oppressive that it stifled and suppressed everyone. Then the feeling of

death that Jacob radiated made everyone feel that they could die at any moment! When the strong was

matched with the weak, a winner would be determined easily.

“Haha, interesting. Jacob, you did not disappoint me. Everyone thought that after I defeated Jerome

Lester, Mortimer Osborn, evenly matched with Ronald Parker, I’ve satisfied my need to be invincible!

But they will never know that a real champion is born through the baptism of blood. Only when I kill a

real Virtuoso will I be truly invincible. Today I will do that with your blood to satisfy my desires to be

invincible!” Boyce laughed. Not only was he not frightened by Jacob’s terrifying presence, but he was

more motivated to fight!

Virtuoso was only a start point for him. His ultimate objective was to achieve the Divinity Phase. He

wanted to be truly invincible!

After he said, Boyce stomped with his right leg, and a formless energy rushed towards Jacob. As he

unleashed his energy, the ground started to crack. Even the ground started to tremble.

“Is this a Virtuoso? It’s so powerful!” Those people who had never seen a Virtuoso were absolutely

dumbfounded.

“Peanuts!” Jacob scoffed and with his finger, it was as if he wielded a sword and a grey image of a

sword appeared and darted towards Boyce.

Suddenly, bash!

The shockwave of the sword and Zhen Qi connected and exploded like a bomb and the energy rippled

outwards kicking up dust and stones. The high-ranking officials looked with awe as they had never

seen such a fight between highly skilled fighters.

This… are they making a movie?

How come one stomp and the other person’s swing of his finger could cause an explosion?

Are they kidding? Even those highly skilled martial arts practitioners were shocked!

This … this was what Virtuosos could do? They could emit their internal energy as weapons! If that

energy was directed at themselves, they would certainly die instantly! Other than some Virtuoso-to-bes,

the rest of them unconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Boyce could see that Jacob countered his move effortlessly and was totally unfazed. But if Jacob

couldn’t counter such an easy move, then he didn’t deserve to be a Virtuoso.

“Very good, here’s my second move!” Boyce raised both of his hands and clenched his fists. Boyce

began to wave his arms and yet appeared not to move. Then, a multitude of fists appeared in front of

him.

Those that were not in martial arts simply enjoyed the entertainment. Those who were in the martial

arts world looked for a means to learn. To those non-martial arts spectators, what Boyce was doing

appeared to be like magic and a performance. But in the eyes of those who were experienced in

martial arts, what Boyce did was terrifying. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Boyce was so quick.

In the time to take a breath, he could throw tens of punches and each punch was packed with Zhen Qi.

Any one of the punches could easily kill a person.

At that moment, the Zhen Qi fists flew towards Jacob as if there was no way to escape. How could

there be a move to counter this? Each Zhen Qi fist was immensely powerful and could only be faced

directly.

Being equally a Virtuoso, everyone believed that Jacob could counter it. But then they also expected

that Jacob would suffer some beat down and humiliation from this move.

Jacob suddenly said with some disappointment, “If this puny move is all that you have, then you are

really a disappointment!”

As he finished saying, all the Zhen Qi fists reached Jacob but they appeared to be punching onto a

formless wall and dissipated.

How could this be? Everyone thought that they had seen a ghost.

“Now, take one of my strokes!” Jacob grinned and started to move his hands.