"My instructor." Duren Burg placed his arm around Cech Flet’s shoulder intimately as a gloating smile that would make people want to whip him appear on his face, "Are you available now? Do you want to retest this friend of mine?"
Heyse Kinas wanted to throw blood onto Duren Burg, however, he was too feeble to move his limbs. Qian Jin had not only fractured six of Heyse Kinas’s ribs by his kick, but also emitted his warrior power into Heyse Kinas’s body, which moved on a rampage like the death squad. Heyse Kinas’s energy reservoirs seemed to have been smashed.
Isabella had to reconsider Cech Flet, who hadn’t displayed his strength by now. She used to think that these two warriors with the letters from Torrent Battle Fort were the servant of Duren Burg or Isabella.
