Unrivaled Dragon Lord novel Chapter 8

The black-clothed man punched Maxwell in the chest, but Maxwell didn't move at all!

If it were an ordinary person, his ribs would have been shatter by the punch!

The black-clothed man found it even more inconceivable. It was as if he punched onto a steel plate! And his arm went numb!

Maxwell's physical fitness far exceeded the black-clothed man's expectation. Maxwell had gone through the toughest physical training, and his thick calluses could even protect him from blades!

How was that possible? Before the black-clothed man could react, Maxwell raised his foot and kicked the man's shoulder.

"Bang--"

The overwhelming force made it difficult for the man to stand steadily. His knees were slammed heavily onto the ground, and his knee bones almost shattered...

"You're courting death!" The black-clothed man was trembling with anger. His intensive killing intent almost froze the air!

"You're the ones courting death!" Maxwell said coldly. The black-clothed man felt a heart-wrenching pain on his arms, and as a result, he sweated profusely!

"Crack!"

The black-clothed man's arms were broken by Maxwell!

The next second, the man gasped. The eyes under his sunglasses revealed fear!

Because ... Maxwell also broke his legs!

The man's four limbs were broken, and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly. He wanted to get up, but his arms and legs did not cooperate at all. It was as if they were not his!

The solemn expression on his face was finally turned into a fearful one. A drop of cold sweat ... oozed out from his forehead!

"Who exactly are you!?" The man said in panic. He could not believe that he failed in China despite being rampageous overseas!

This was a humiliation. This was the first time he lost!

"You don't have the rights to know," Maxwell said indifferently.

"If you dare to kill me, I swear it on my life that you will not live long. The people of our organization will not let you go!" The black-clothed man said sternly in a cold tone!

"What organization do you work for?" Maxwell questioned.

"How can you understand that with your identity? Anyway, there's no harm telling you because you are going to die ... Remember the name Blood Blade. In a few days, you will definitely be revenged on by our organization!" The black-clothed man laughed sinisterly, and a trace of arrogance flashed in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Maxwell sneered, freezing the man's expression. "So it's Blood Blade ... It's a pity that I overestimate your strength..."

"There are countless overseas assassin organizations. How dare you to show off?" Maxwell said cold-bloodedly.

"You know about Blood Blade?" The man was shocked. Blood Blade had carried out countless assassination missions, but they always kept a low profile. Even overseas, there weren't many people who knew the name of this organization. How could this man know it?

"If I remember correctly, your leader is called Blood Collector, right?"

"How dare you call Blood Collector by his name?" The black-clothed man laughed loudly. "You know that we have Blood Collector, yet you still dare to turn yourself in!"

"It looks like he forgot the promise he made back then..." Maxwell smoked the cigarette and raised his eyebrows. "Blood Collector promised to me that he would never be my enemy from then on. What, is he going to break his promise?"

The black-clothed man smiled mockingly. "Who are you? How can Blood Collector swear an oath because of you..." Halfway through his speech, his sarcastic smile froze!

With the shining of a blade, a black dagger was place against his neck!