Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 38

The Snow Wolves came towards Lewis from directions, low growls rumbling ferociously. Lewis felt a wave of ultimate despair come over him. He was completely immobilized. Knowing that surviving that was impossible, he lay there, making no efforts to resist them. Maybe, he had known all along that he would be doomed to death when Ricky killed Luther.

Up on the cliff, the three young men at the seventh grade of Skin Refinement stared at this gruesome sight without a trace of sympathy. They even felt that this was not enough to calm their hatred for Lewis.

"This bastard is lucky that he's going to be devoured by Snow Wolves! We let him off lightly this time!" one of the young men sneered.

"We don't really have a choice! It's not easy to catch those especially fierce beasts like the serpents in this snow mountain! Otherwise, it would be a hell of a battle! Ha-ha!"

"Go to hell!" a tremendous roar echoed throughout the valley, as if a ferocious tiger had become consumed with anger.

As the roaring sound reverberated near them, one of the young men's chests was suddenly smashed by a powerful fist. All of his organs exploded out of his body. In a split second, he was nothing more than blood and pulp.

He died before even finding out who had killed him with this tremendous blow, his body falling off the cliff.

"Who's there?!" The other two young men said nervously. They were on the alert at once, the power within their bodies ready to fight within an instant.

But it was too late for them to fight. They spun around, only to see two flames whizzing to their necks. They were decapitated in a fleeting moment, two heads rolling down the cliff, joining the corpse of the first young man.

After killing them in a flash, Ricky rushed down the valley as quickly as he could. With his sword surrounded by flaming red energy, he threw himself directly at the fearsome Snow Wolves.

These Snow Wolves were no better than warriors at the eighth grade of Skin Refinement. They were no match for Ricky, especially now when he was filled with blinding rage. After several moments, the valley ran red with their blood.

"Ri…Ricky, why are you here?" Lewis said in astonishment. He lay on the ground, struggling to raise himself up with ebbing strength.

"Don't say anything. Let's go back home first!" Ricky said, his eyes filled with tears at the sight of his friend.

It had become clear to him that Lewis must have taken all the responsibility of Luther's death. Otherwise, Dustin would have come after Vivian and Ricky too.

With Vivian leading the way, Ricky took Lewis back to their quarters, gently carrying his wounded friend.

After a detailed examination of Lewis's body, Ricky felt relieved. Lewis' injuries were shallow, not fatal. His friend still had a life ahead of him.

But Lewis's limbs had all been fractured, broken in several places. He would become severely disabled for the rest of his life, unless he was treated with plants containing the spiritual energy of the nature or other advanced medicinal pills and elixirs.

'Lewis, my good friend... I will avenge your pain ten-fold on Dustin! I promise!' Ricky thought as he clenched his fists, boiling with rage.

"Vivian, I'll go find some medicinal pills. I'll be back soon! Stay by Lewis' side. Take care of him!"

But in truth, Ricky's destination was not the Medicine Pavilion.

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As he walked down to the cultivation square, the sight of Ricky caught the disciples' attention. His clothes were soaked through with blood, and even the saber on his back was still covered in blood, which was spattering onto the ground.

"Is that Ricky? He hasn't shown up here for a month!"

"Why could he be here? There's blood all over him!" Murmuring among themselves, the disciples began to speculate all at once.

None of them dared to call Ricky a good-for-nothing anymore. Not after his battle to the death with Wade.

"Where's Dustin?" Ricky seized one disciple by the collar, asking savagely with a bruised, flushed face.

"He…he is…" The disciple's tongue froze with terror. But he could feel Ricky's rage, and knew he could not lie. He told him where Dustin was, in a low, trembling voice.

Ricky let go of the disciple and headed in that direction.

"Wha…what is going on? Why on earth is he looking for Dustin?" Seeing this, all the disciples were dumbfounded.

"He's covered head to toe in blood! I'm afraid something horrible is going to take place!"