Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 613

"With your current strength, you are completely wrong if you think you can gain any benefit from the fight between Samson and Martin. Or maybe you have a hidden ace or trick up your sleeve! Just take it out and let me see!" Ricky said to Duncan confidently.

It was because of complete and utter confidence in their hidden ace that Duncan allowed Martin and his men to die at the hands of Ricky's companions. However, they hadn't expected Ricky to meet them with the same overwhelming confidence in his strength.

"Ha-ha, I've heard people say that you're undaunted and reckless. Now I see that they are right about you. You already know that we have a hidden ace, but you've still got the nerve to stay so calm. I guess you are just seeking a quick death!" Duncan's body shook with harsh laughter. He had Ricky's form pinned under a sharp glare and, as though the sight of him caused bile to rise in his throat, he spat his displeasure out at the ground.

"Ricky, you're going to die next!" said Keith, standing beside Duncan, as the chill seeped through his voice.

Once before, Ricky almost killed Keith. Thus, the anger of the latter was such a cold and sharp thing. He felt like an icicle that always loomed overhead, just waiting for his victim to come back around within his reach.

"Keith, watch your mouth. What you said might just happen to you," Ricky said with a lightness in his voice and a slight smile on his face. He had heard too many similar words from other self-conceited warriors. Unfortunately, most of them had been killed by him.

"Then, let's try and see what will happen!" Duncan said at once. They had a final trump card. He thought that even Ricky would cower and yield once faced with its splendor.

Then, he flipped his hand and a palace model, no larger than the size of his fist, soon emerged on his palm. Strong spiritual energy was surging over the palace model like gathering storm clouds.

"That...that's a spiritual space tool. I can't believe you also have a spiritual space tool!" Ricky's eyes widened, his attention wholly focused on the glittering facade of the palace model. There was a slight stutter in his speech as his breath caught in his throat. As a casting master of Spirit Level, he immediately recognized the object on Duncan's palm.

It was a genuine spiritual space tool.

At that point, Terrence, Soar and their other companions were also shocked.

"Although our Golden Rhino tribe might be small in number, we can still get an inferior-stage spiritual space tool whenever we want," Duncan said. The surprise etched in their features made it harder to bite back the contemptuous sneer that twisted his face.

"So, now you should understand our hidden power!"

The air whipped around him as soon as he finished speaking.

Within the palace model on his palm, a burst of light erupted from the spiritual space tool. The next second, a young man stood before him, wearing a golden robe and a purple crown. His posture was firm and majestic even as he hovered some inches from the ground.

"Young master!" In unison, Duncan and his men all dropped to their knees. Their heads bowed low, foreheads almost touching the ground, to display their utmost respect of the figure.

The man was the future leader of the Golden Rhino tribe. He lay hidden inside the spiritual space tool, waiting languidly for Martin to use his last resort and then for the fight between his and Ricky's team to end, one way or another.

With his enemies either hurt or dead, it was the perfect time to leave the spiritual space tool and make the Birthplace of Ghosts under his control.

As he had fully reached the realm of a first-class middle spiritual king, he would be comparable in strength to those who had long attained the title when he gave it his all.

As for Samson's last resort skill, the blood sacrifice, he believed it would never be used again. There was a reason why it was called a "last resort" after all. Samson fell into a coma and suffered severe injuries when he activated it.

Seeing this new figure emerge, Ricky gritted his teeth. The rest of his team had equally grim expressions. Each of them understood the cruelty of the plot they just walked into. All of them became unwitting victims to the Golden Rhino tribe's schemes.

Their situation grew dire as soon as they realized the powerful momentum emitted by the young man. He was a first-class middle spiritual king. His power possessed an oppressive nature as it radiated. The momentum he held was different from Martin's or Samson's. Either man could only reach that level of power after a costly activation of their blood power.

"I am Tobias Jin!" the young man introduced himself slowly. A slight tremor shook the ground when his feet landed upon it.

"Tobias Jin, the future leader of the Golden Rhino tribe, is also one of the inner disciples of the Oriental College," Terrence told his companions with dawning realization. He heard the name before and recognized its owner.

"Terrence, I know you as well. If we met anywhere else, I would let you go for the sake of Cameron. But today, since I want to kill the ace genius Ricky, such a thing cannot be known by anyone except my people," Tobias Jin said. A slight smile appeared on his face as he looked at Terrence.