Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 379

The remaining twenty-seven men shuddered.

Though they had heard of the Black Dragon’s strength, they didn’t expect it to be this terrifying.

The man who was just killed was called Titan. He was the strongest fighter in all of Malgudi.

The Malgudians were widely known as the warrior race, a title they wholly deserved.

Upon seeing this, Willy was left speechless.

He grabbed a machine gun on the ground and blasted away at James.

“Die! Die!”

James was nimble. He rolled toward Titan’s corpse and used it as a shield against the burst of gunfire. Then, with a flick of his finger, a silver needle flew out from his hand and plunged into Willy’s body.

Willy immediately went limp and fell to the ground.

As he knew Willy wasn’t the mastermind behind everything, he made sure to leave him alive.

Willy was the only lead he had in uncovering the person who was actually behind all of this.

After taking Willy out, he looked at the remaining twenty-seven fighters.

Although they were stunned by James’ true strength, they were nonetheless the elite of their respective countries. They had undergone rigorous training to get as skilled as they were. How could their pride let them back out now?

“We’ll attack all at once.”

All twenty-seven of them charged at once.

A fierce battle broke out at the top of Mt. Thunder.

James fought the remaining twenty-seven alone. They were no ordinary people and possessed exceptional skills. Not only that they also had a comprehensive understanding of martial arts.

Everyone’s body blurred into swift-moving shadows as they exchanged blows.

Full of energy, James parried each and every blow. They were targeting his vital points all over his body. He had sustained injuries immediately after the battle had only begun. Despite the excruciating pain, he still held a strong will to fight.

He leaped forward and gave a kick.

The kick struck on a man’s head. With his head caved in, the man’s limp body was tossed like a ragdoll.

James flipped and landed flawlessly. Like a spring, he sprang up and quickly readied himself for battle again.

The moment he rose, a saber came down towards him.

James leaped out of range and instead of standing back up, he dashed forward like a ferocious beast. He entered close combat with a man and hurled him away.

The battle raged on.

The fighters fell one after another.

Not long after, bodies were sprawled all over the top of Mt. Thunder.

Only a single person remained standing.

He was wearing a camouflage uniform with no military badge. His face was colored with paint, and his shirt was soaked with both his own blood and his enemies’ blood.