The Almighty Lord Caspian novel Chapter 432

Although the members of Southlake City's underworld forces knew a bit of fighting, they couldn't be considered true martial arts experts. Naturally, they couldn't even put up a fight against the experts from the TMAA.

Blood continued to splatter every single second, and Lincoln was heartbroken by the sight. These men were all his comrades and friends.

Still, despite the catastrophic losses, Lincoln didn't intend to retreat. He was going to stay put with his men until Caspian arrived.

He knew that the tides would turn the moment Caspian showed up!

"Southlake City is weaker than I expected!" Ace said with a derisive scoff as he watched the fight from a nearby cliff.

These fighters from Southlake City couldn't even take a beating.

Ace couldn't understand how Nixon, TMAA's head elder, could've died in this city, along with the other five thousand men. Who on earth killed them?

In fact, Ace was starting to think he had gone through all this trouble for nothing.

He had gathered all the finest experts in the TMAA to take down Southlake City, avenge their fallen comrades, and seize the Eldorian Scroll fragment.

However, from the looks of it now, Southlake City was no threat to the TMAA at all.

"Southlake City is just a tiny city, Mr. Garland. It doesn't have a single powerful person! All of those rumors were lies! How dare Caspian openly stand against us? He's got a death wish!" a bearded elderly man declared with a chuckle.

He was Hector Kline, the second elder of the TMAA.

Ever since Nixon's death, the position of head elder had been left empty. Hector figured he would become the head elder once they returned to Dhord City. The thought of that ignited the fire in his eyes.

The day he had been waiting for all this while was finally coming.

"I'm curious to know what's so special about Caspian. Just how powerful is he?" Ace remarked as he stared into the distance. "That being said, since I've come to supervise the fight in person, I doubt he can do anything."

Ace had faith in his abilities.

So what if Caspian had killed Nixon? He was over ten times more powerful than Nixon. Less than a handful of people in Diatoran could hold their own against him.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ace looked at Hector and said, "Hector, you'll be the head elder once we take down Southlake City."

"Thank you, Mr. Garland! I will do my best!" Hector declared as he got on his knees.

"You may rise," Ace said with a wave of his hand.

He had no other choice anyway. Nixon was gone, and he could only rely on a few others.

This trip to Southlake City was made to prove the might of the TMAA.

Ace figured that having someone like Hector to lead the men in the fight would boost their morale.

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Covered in blood, Bernard approached Lincoln and howled, "Mr. Zott, we can't keep this up anymore. They're too strong! We can't beat them. If this continues, we're all going to die!"

Even Bernard couldn't take it any longer.

In less than half an hour, they had lost a third of their people—nearly ten thousand of the fighters from the underground forces.

Bodies were strewn all over.

They were bound to lose every single one of their people if the fight continued.

These fighters were once street thugs and hooligans, but even though they were vicious fighters, they couldn't stand their ground against the martial arts experts.

"Bernard! No matter what happens, we have to hold on until Mr. Lynch arrives!" Lincoln shouted.

"But …"

Bernard was anxious. Would Caspian really show up? They were all doomed if he didn't!

But, of course, he dared not voice his doubts out loud.

"Don't just stand there! Don't forget who's the reason why you're still alive today," Lincoln growled as he eyed Bernard. "If you dare retreat, don't blame me for cutting all ties with you!"