King's Awakening

Chapter 609: Battle Instinct!

Chapter 609: Chapter 609: Battle Instinct!

“Hehe… You were far too careless. With just this amount of strength, you dared to play hero to save the beauty? You were simply asking for death!” The thin man let out a sneer. He instantly pulled out a dagger from his hand.

Once the dagger was drawn, it started to glow with a cold glint. The surrounding temperature dropped several degrees in the instant it appeared.

At the back of White Mitchell, a sudden chill arose, as if he was instantly thrown into a frosty cellar.

Nevertheless, White Mitchell did not panic.

With plentiful combat experience, he instinctively made a forward tumble, just barely dodging the thin man’s dagger.

Huh!?

The thin man was stunned after not succeeding, with surprise showing on his face.

In his opinion, he surely would have hit with his strike.

Because this schemed planned attack between them had been polished up for countless years. Each of their movements was imprinted in their hearts.

Every prior move was made for the purpose of forcing White Mitchell under his dagger.

Yet, the determined attack he had made, White Mitchell actually had avoided it?

For a while, the thin man was somewhat taken aback.

Of course, he didn’t know how strong White Mitchell’s combat instincts were.

In that ever-changing battlefield, these instincts had saved his life countless times.

White Mitchell’s sense of impending danger could be regarded as terrifying.

Meanwhile, at the same time as the thin man was startled, White Mitchell had already stabilized himself and counterattacked, charging directly at the thin man.

Seeing this, the thin man quickly snapped back to his senses and brought the dagger in front of his face in defense.

Boom!

As the thin man was defending with the dagger, a powerful punch from White Mitchell landed directly on it.

With a loud boom, the figure of the thin man was directly thrown backwards.

But soon, the thin man steadied his body and stood up again.

Huh!?

Now it’s White Mitchell’s turn to be surprised. He clearly knew the power of his fist.

Even if the thin man was an Innate Third Stage expert, his fist should at least cause him some significant harm, if not entirely disable him.

But, given the thin man was safely standing still, it seemed he had only suffered some minor external injuries.

White Mitchell frowned, feeling slightly surprised at last and shifted his gaze onto the dagger in the thin man’s hand.

“A Spiritual Artifact?”

White Mitchell couldn’t help but say out loud.

Upon hearing his words, the thin man smirked coldly and mockingly glanced at White Mitchell: “At least you have a keen eye. Yes, this dagger is a Spiritual Artifact.

Although it’s incomplete, its defense power is astounding. Your fists, no matter how powerful, cannot hurt the slightest bit of me.

What do you say? Are you afraid now? You better surrender now. That way, I might give you a quick death.

Otherwise, you just wait for me to cut off chunks of meat from your body with this dagger.”

Despite the thin man’s sarcasm, White Mitchell wasn’t afraid at all. His eyes suddenly became resolute, and he marched forward: “What kind of fucking Spirit Artifact, I am not afraid!”

Boom!

White Mitchell stomped down, then he sprung up, stepping on a towering ancient tree next to him. With that tree as a pivot, he directly leapt into the air.

“Die for me!” White Mitchell’s fists, sharp as knives, fell down instantly.