The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine) novel Chapter 982

The man flew up and fell to the ground together with his horse as Jack struck them in mid-air.

This scene was much more intense and breathtaking than when the female guard was killing everywhere with her sword.

Moreover, when Jack attacked the man, all the spectators who were scarily running around looked at Jack in dismay. They all stopped on the spot and watched him in horror.

Not far away from Jack, the man from the slave convoy and his warhorse lay dead on the ground.

Everyone who saw the scene was so intimidated that sent chills down their spines.

‘Is… Is he human?’

“My God, are my eyes playing tricks with me? He killed the horse with one kick, and killed a man with another kick in mid-air?”

"I, I think my eyes are playing tricks with me too. My goodness, how can a slave be this powerful? If he is that strong, how did he become a slave?"

"His face is so creepy! By the name of Wolf, is that the devil?"

All of the spectators screamed in fear.

As for Jack.

He did not stop. He had gone into a state of bewitchedness because of what happened to the children. Therefore, even his body was in extreme exhaustion, he could still demonstrate the overwhelming power.

Jack didn't stop and move like a phantom towards the other men of the slave convoy.

Without any fancy moves or words.

He was not as swift and ritzy as the female guard who killed the other man with just one slice.

Jack only demonstrated the maximum amount of bloodlust brutality and domineering force.

With his punches and kicks, he killed the men and horses from the slave convoy as though presenting an art-like butchering performance in front of everyone!

In his bewitched mode, Jack's punches and kicks were filled with a colossal force, absolutely powerful and terrifying!

The only difference between Jack and the female when they were killing people was...

The person who was killed by the female guard could at least let out a cry.

But when Jack killed them, they...could not even let out a cry in time.

That was because, Jack's immense power and the combat capabilities that he demonstrated were far too horrifying, as though a demon had unleashed its full power, terrorizing mankind. The streets were already in a mess and chaos, and after seeing what Jack had done, it had even fallen into total mayhem. People ran around, stepping on each other; screaming and wailing could be seen everywhere on the streets.

After the initial impact, in just a dozen seconds, everyone was shocked by the indiscernible horror.

The slaughterous female slayer.

The demon-like horrifying slave.

Everyone ran from their lives from the massacre that was going on in the streets.

But then, there were exceptions.

And that was Medea!

Medea paled face was stunned as she watched Jack, who was still killing and slaughtering everyone. At this moment, her body trembled uncontrollably, and even the corners of her eyes and mouth were shivering in fear.

She sat on the ground, shocked and flustered.

It's not that she didn't want to stand up, but at this moment, she felt as if her body had been stripped of its strength, and she could not stand up on her own.

"Is... this a scene from the battlefield?"

Medea opened her red lips slightly and spoke, as though she had used up all her strength just to say this sentence.

From the video footage that Timur had sent before he died, Medea saw how vehement and formidable Jack he was as swept through the battlefield. She was amazed and admired what Jack had done. However, there was a difference between video and reality.

From the video footage, she could clearly feel Jack's domineering force.

However, in reality, when she saw Jack slaughtering people like pigs with her own eyes, she fell into a spine-chilling terror.

Like a demon roaming through the battlefield, wrapped in a mountain of corpses, with his overpowering and terrifying force, he ripped through everyone stopping his way. And his actions were merely just sending those he had killed back to the hell where he just rose from.

This was how Medea felt when she faced Jack right now.

She had felt like this before. She did not feel this overwhelmed even when she first heard about Zenith singlehandedly destroying a city with a spear and a horse.