Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris novel Chapter 1038

Chapter 1038: The Secret Behind the Hall of Death

The two clashed like ancient savage beasts, their fists and movements stirring up roaring gusts, accompanied by a series of crackling sounds. Chris grew bolder with each battle, his entire being becoming increasingly ferocious, as if he possessed an endless wellspring of strength, exhibiting no signs of weariness. The figure in the black robe, masked, obscured his features from Chris. Yet, his eyes grew colder with each passing moment. His speed was swift, his punches fierce, but Chris was even faster, and his fists, more brutal. Suddenly, the black-robed figure momentarily faltered, caught off guard. Chris's punch landed heavily on his arm with a resounding crack. The arm deformed slightly but swiftly returned to its original state, as if his body had transcended a realm where sheer force could no longer harm him. Despite this, the black-robed figure, pushed back several steps by Chris's formidable power, lifted his head, eyes filled with murderous intent, "Chris, I underestimated you! But the next time we meet, you won't be so fortunate!"

As the words fell, the black-robed figure turned and fled. Watching the figure escape, Chris was bewildered. The esteemed Hall of Death's top fighter had escaped like this? Could it be that he admitted defeat? Although reluctant, Chris knew that the Hall of Death's top fighter was among the rare few who could match his strength over the years.

At that moment, Tiger rushed in with hundreds of Dragon Guards, looking worried. "Boss, how did it go?" Chris looked at Tiger and asked, "What happened?" Tiger, with a bowed head and a face full of shame, admitted, "Boss, that man in the black robe was too powerful. I couldn't stop him!" Hearing this, Chris narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. Blood dripped from his fingers, a clear sign of the first injury he had sustained since becoming the God of War. This opponent was formidable. Despite exerting all his strength, the man had managed to escape, leaving Chris injured.

Tiger, full of self-reproach, said, "Boss, I'm truly useless. Please punish me." The sounds of the fierce battle within the courtyard had alerted Tiger to the fact that his boss was facing a formidable foe. He had immediately organized the Dragon Guards, ready to set a trap. However, the strength of the black-robed figure was terrifying. Even with hundreds of Dragon Guards and thousands of elite King's Leagues members, they couldn't stop him. Not only did they fail to detain him, but the members of King's Leagues were effortlessly killed by the black-robed figure in the process. It was truly frustrating.

Chris waved his hand and said, "Forget it. He got lucky today, but he won't be so fortunate next time!" Chris's expression had calmed down by now. Even though the black-robed figure had fled, Chris had a clear understanding of his strength. He believed that if they were to meet again, he had the confidence to slay the man on the spot. Without dwelling further on the matter, Chris turned and entered Ron Jefferson's study once more.

At that moment, the steward had already tended to Ron Jefferson's wounds, but his internal injuries were beyond mending. His survival was no longer a possibility. Chris looked down at Ron Jefferson and asked directly, "Who is the master of the Hall of Death? And who is the Hall of Death's top fighter?" Ron Jefferson, a member of the Hall of Death, should have knowledge of the organization's inner workings. Upon hearing Chris's query, Ron Jefferson, weakly smiling, asked, "Have you met the top fighter of the Hall of Death?"