My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1672

In the current situation, it could be said that the only things that could affect the flow of the battlefield were the ancestral weapons.

The clash of the ancestral weapons affected everyone. Everything came to a halt on the battlefield, all eyes, regardless of orcs or humans were fixed on the two men on top of the stick.

Looking at Gaspare who stood in front of him, Ranjeet felt that his legs turn a little weak. One, because he felt a little scared. Secondly, because he had used up too much strength from earlier.

"What's the deal with that scrap metal hammer, old fart?" Ranjeet said as he placed his hands on his waist. "If you have any skill at all, why don't you fight bare-handed, just like me!"

"What a sharp-tongued brat." Gaspare said, and swung the hammer at Ranjeet.

"Whoo, you sneaky old fart, you tried to do a sneak attack!" Ranjeet yelled out comically, and jumped off the stick. The stick then shrunk until it returned to its original size. Ranjeet held the stick in his hand and swung it at the top of Gaspare's head.

The hammer and the stick collided, it was a collision between of two great ancestral weapons.

The collision resulted in a dull thud, it sounded nothing out of the ordinary, but the impact caused everyone around to feel a sense of tightness in their chests, as if they were suffocating.

Ranjeet could feel the great might of his opponent's hammer through the collision, which was enough to numb his hands.

"Were you even trying, you old fart? You look more like a blacksmith than a fighter! Eat this!" Ranjeet's movements did not stop even as he ran his mouth. He raised the stick in his hand and struck once more at Gaspare.

Gaspare's face was livid from all of Ranjeet's words, he was no match for a Ranjeet when it came to words. He could only concentrate all of his anger on his attacks at Ranjeet.

The two great ancestral weapons continued clashing against each other.

Everyone on the battlefield felt as if their chests were constantly pounding like war drums. As the pounding intensified, they feeling as if their hearts were about to leap out of their chests.

That was how powerful the ancestral weapons were. Even under the powerful restrictions of the ancient battlefield, it could still affect those around it.

Ranjeet and Gaspare exchanged dozens of blows in the blink of an eye, with Gaspare clearly having the upper hand over Ranjeet. As Ranjeet struggled, Gaspare attacked with ease, as though he did not have to put in any effort into it.

"Heh heh, this is all you've got, yet you still dare to spout such haughty words." Gaspare chuckled. "Didn't your elders teach you anything about being humble?"

"Nope." Ranjeet shook his head solemnly. "My master only told me to watch my appetite."

"Insolent brat!" Gaspare roared and struck again. He wanted to smash Ranjeet into paste with the hammer in his hand.

He continued to attack with two consecutive moves, while Ranjeet could only retreat. He was no match for Gaspare at all.

"This guy is very strong." Ranulfo stared at Gaspare. "He's stronger than us both, at the very least. Your fat buddy there won't be able to hold him off for much longer."

Gardiner spoke, his gaze still fixed at Gaspare, "How much do you know about the Core? He's able to wield the ancestral weapons as he pleases? Can you guess his identity?"

"I can think of a few capable of that." Ranulfo spoke with a serious look in his eyes. "But if even they are standing on the side of the orcs, it would mean that the day is coming." "Let it come then." Gardiner suddenly smiled. "Now that things have become so chaotic, they might as well be settled altogether. The Elite Spirit Hall has always been bizarre from the very beginning of their existence!"

"It won't be easy dealing with them, now that the Elite Spirit Hall and Taoist Jade Virtual have joined hands." Ranulfo shook his head.