The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 5774

At the same time, the surrounding black armored army riders cried out in rage as well.

"How dare you have eyes for treasure that rightfully belongs to the Raksasa forbidden grounds?"

"I think he has a death wish!"

The roars sounded over endlessly, growing in volume and anger. Yet Janoff did not seem to be affected at all as he stood right there, his expression nothing but calm.

At last, Tyson returned to his senses as he stared at Janoff coldly. "Janoff Tuan, was it? Have you considered the consequences of your words?"

Janoff flashed a half-smile. "It's indeed true, Head General, that we are on Raksasa Forbidden Grounds. But have you forgotten who was it who gave the Raksasa tribe a place to rest in the first place? It was us, the Nine Continent."

As he spoke, Janoff pointed at the Sunset Bow. "No matter what, the Sunset Bow will be ours today."

"Alright, alright! Very well…"

Just then, Tyson's expression shifted as he stared intently at Janoff and sneered. "Since you have a death wish, I'll grant it for you."

As the final word rang through the air, a powerful aura exploded from Tyson as he moved quick as lightning to cast a blow towards Janoff.

"C'mon, Head General. Using violence so soon?"

Sensing the strength Tyson was exploding with, Janoff merely smiled lightly as he remained where he was, lifting a hand to meet Tyson's blow.

The next second, a deafening rumble sounded through the air as a terrifying ripple of energy washed over the atmosphere.

Both Tyson and Janoff swayed from the force, stumbling a few steps backwards at the same time.

It was obvious that neither party had gotten the upper hand from that last collision.

Motherf*cker!

Tyson's expression darkened as he caught his balance and his chest thudded in shock. He had used a good deal of energy in that blow, yet it had not been enough for him, the greatest Raksasa warrior, to take this man down!

Janoff seemed quiet and studious, yet had been hiding so much power.

Amidst his rage, Tyson roared, "Listen up, warriors! Take down every last one of these intruders, and leave no survivors."

Tyson's eye blazed murderously as he roared, his anger climbing by the second.

The battle grew more and more vicious.

Swoosh!

Just then, Janoff took down two army riders before him with a single blow before soaring into the air and charging towards the Sunset Bow.

"Trying to take the magical bow?"

Yet he had barely reached the stone ledge when Tyson let out a loud roar, rushing upwards and blocking Janoff off directly as the pair launched into a fierce battle once again.

Janoff continued to cast and deflect blow after blow against Tyson, all while saying confidently, "You really are in over your head, Head General. Can't you see the Sunset Bow's mine for sure? Why are you so stubborn?"

"Cut the crap," Tyson spat coldly. "None of you are getting out of here alive."

As he spoke, the Three-legged Golden Bird let out a crow as it pounced, its razor-sharp talons glinting in the light.

Neither Janoff nor Tyson could dodge in time, and a piercing sound rang through the air as scratch marks appeared on both men's bodies. The wounds were long and deep, blood gushing out by the second.