Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 759

Chapter 759

Robert looked at the obstinate Roxy and sighed deeply. He knew the rift between Ashton and Roxy couldn’t be resolved through normal means. He would still have to rely on making the two of them sleep together, and he was already brainstorming ways to make that happen.

Gareth and Ashton’s killing intent clashed again.

Gareth lunged forward instantly, aiming to end Ashton while he was at his weakest. “You’re dead meat, Ashton! You’ve insulted Jalun, and for that, I’m going to make sure there’s nothing left of you!”

He moved in a blur, looking like a streak of cold steel as he closed the gap. He was like a weapon that had been sharpened for a lifetime, radiating endless killing intent and unleashing a terrifying burst of physical power.

“You’re the one who will be dying today!” Ashton swallowed back the blood in his mouth and lunged at Gareth like a surging black dragon.

Their bodies collided with the force of two planets smashing together, letting out a shrill, metallic screech.

Gareth was clearly surprised by how strong Ashton’s body was. His pupils constricted as his energy intensified, and he once again lunged at Ashton with raging killing intent.

Ashton didn’t back down. He summoned every ounce of his remaining strength, as his Drakeborne lineage reached a fever pitch to meet Gareth in a savage, fist–to–flesh duel.

Their figures blurred as they crossed paths repeatedly. Their fight was evenly matched and relentless, leaving the observers overwhelmed.

“They’re so powerful! Their fight is truly a real showdown between two monstrous talents!”

“I’m just amazed that Ashton still has any fight left in him, sparring with such undiminished speed and power. Ashton is truly a terrifying individual, but Gareth is equally peerless–his true talent isn’t brawling, but the swordsmanship passed down by the Divine Swordmaster.

“It’s rumored that Gareth’s sword is invariably fatal once deployed, but no one his age has forced him to use it yet. His sword, Hell–Bane, has reportedly remained sheathed for a year.”

“Their fight isn’t just about who becomes the ruler of the criminal underworld of Javonbury–it’s about the honor of Jalunese versus Casorian martial arts!

“Ashton will be completely disgraced if he loses this fight, and the Legion will suffer the fallout, too. Conversely, should he emerge victorious, Ashton will achieve nationwide renown.”

“There’s too much on the line to walk away with a loss.”

Their forms blurred past each other once more.

Ashton staggered in mid–air, nearly losing his balance, but his face remained full of contempt. He scoffed and said, “You’re not bad for a Jalunese bastard. You’ve got power, sure, but you’re still trash! You’ll never be on our level, and you’ll never take down anyone from Casoria!”

Gareth’s pupils constricted instantly. He quickly sensed the danger and stared intently at Ashton.

“Damn it!” Gareth’s heart sank as he realized he had lost sight of Ashton. He heard a deafening roar filling the air as Ashton came at him like a bullet. He was moving much faster than before–so fast Gareth couldn’t even react,

Gareth was instantly trapped in Ashton’s domain. He could feel a massive pressure, like that of a dragon, coming down on him, shaking his resolve and making his knees tremble with the urge to kneel and surrender.

“Why, you!” Gareth gritted his teeth, channeling all his power to create a protective layer over his body.

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