Chapter 197 Defeating the Masters of Twenty-Eight Nations
The big shots from twenty-eight countries didn't want Larry to get iced just yet.
They all had their eyes on the prize: taking down Black Dragon to be the top dog.
After getting smacked away, Leif scrambled up and yelled, "Do you even know what you're doing? Taking him out solo is way above your pay grade. Finish him now!"
Larry crouched down, checking on Frank who was sprawled on the ground.
His face got serious real quick. He started patching Frank up 'cause the dude was in bad shape.
They needed to wrap this fight up fast and get Frank somewhere safe for treatment. Otherwise, Frank was a goner.
Right then, Leif tried to take another shot. "Go ahead, try it if you wanna die." The big shots from the twenty-eight countries all aimed their guns at Leif.
Larry was already on his feet. With a flick of his wrist, his weapon appeared in his hand. A steel wire zipped out and hit his chest. A silver needle went in, expertly pulling out the bullet.
He glared at everyone with murder in his eyes. Everyone felt the deadly vibe spreading. Leif was seriously freaked out.
He screamed, "Hurry up, kill him now!"
The big shots from the twenty-eight countries saw Larry's grim face. Instead of being scared, they got pumped.
Larry held the steel wire in his hand. He pressed one end, and it broke apart into silver needles that scattered across his palm. With a casual flick, the silver needles shot out. Screams filled the air. A bunch of mercenaries hit the ground.
After flying out, the silver needles zipped back to Larry's hand, forming a steel wire again.
Now, only the big shots and Leif were left on the mountaintop. Leif was shaking like a leaf. The big shots from the twenty-eight countries finally showed a hint of fear.
What kind of crazy trick was this? Hundreds of mercenaries down in a flash?
They couldn't wrap their heads around how Larry did it.
Larry's face was stone-cold as he looked at the big shots from the twenty-eight countries, "Come at me all at once, or you won't stand a chance."
The big shots exchanged looks. Then, a black dude was the first to make a move. He clenched his fist, took a big step forward, and flew at Larry.
With one step, he soared into the air, flying more than ten feet high, and landed hard. The ground seemed to shake.
He took another step, and his body flew out again. In a few breaths, he was right in front of Larry. A huge fist came crashing towards Larry's head.
The punch had some serious wind behind it, with crazy momentum.
A seriously powerful punch that could make a wall crumble instantly and probably drop an elephant dead.
Larry stood his ground. As the fist got close, he clenched his own fist and raised his hand to meet it. The sound of bones breaking echoed. The black dude screamed, his body got thrown back.
Seizing the moment, Larry pushed off the ground and soared several feet into the air, landing a powerful stomp right on the black dude's body.
The black dude hit the ground hard. His chest was caved in. His fist was a bloody mess. He stared wide-eyed, full of fear.
"So strong." He died before he could finish his sentence.
Larry ignored the dead guy and looked at the remaining twenty-seven.
They were all scared stiff. They'd heard about Black Dragon's strength, but they didn't expect him to be this terrifying.
Leif was totally gobsmacked by what just went down.
He grabbed a machine gun off the ground and started spraying bullets at Larry.
"Black Dragon, die! All of you, die!"
Larry moved like lightning, rolling on the ground and grabbing a corpse to use as a shield. With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle shot out, nailing Leif right in the body.
Leif instantly felt weak and crumpled to the ground. Larry didn't finish him off. He knew Leif wasn't the big boss. To get to the puppet master, he needed Leif alive for questioning.
After taking Leif down, he turned his gaze to the twenty-seven others around him.
Even though they were shocked by Larry's power, they weren't about to back down. They were true masters.
"Let's take him together." The twenty-seven moved in unison. A brutal brawl erupted on the mountaintop.
Larry was up against the remaining twenty-seven heavyweights, and these guys were no pushovers.
On the mountaintop, shadows darted, and the sound of fists cutting through the air filled the space.
Larry's aura was intense, constantly countering the attacks from all sides. His whole body was a target. Even though he took some hits, the pain only fired him up more, making him even more determined.
He launched himself into the air, delivering a flying kick. One guy's head snapped to the side, and his body flew out. In mid-air, Larry twisted and landed smoothly, bouncing up like a spring. As he got up, a big knife came slashing down, kicking up dust.
Larry jumped back a few meters, and before he could even steady himself, he sprinted forward like a cheetah, crashing into another opponent and sending him flying.
The fierce battle raged on. The masters kept dropping. After what felt like forever.
On the mountaintop, the ground was littered with bodies. Only one person was left standing.
This guy was in a camo uniform with no rank, face smeared with paint. His clothes were soaked in blood, both his and his enemies'.
The twenty-eight masters were all dead. Larry walked step by step towards Leif who was lying on the ground, unable to move. With every step Larry took, Leif's heart pounded harder. Larry was supposed to die in his trap.
But because the masters from the twenty-eight countries were too cocky and wanted to take Larry down themselves for the glory, they didn't kill him right away, giving him a chance.
Larry walked over, yanked Leif off the ground, and ripped off his mask.
It was a middle-aged dude, around thirty, but Larry had never seen him before.
His face was stone-cold as he barked, "Who sent you?"
Leif was stunned by the shout. Larry slapped him to the ground, Leif's face swelling up, spitting out blood and a few teeth.
"One more chance." Larry grabbed Leif off the ground again.
Leif's body shook with fear. "I don't know, it was Nikolai Ivanov who ordered me." Facing death, Leif spilled everything.
"Who the hell is Nikolai?"
"I don't know, I just know his name is Nikolai. Black Dragon, don't kill me. If you do, you won't make it out of Cedar Grove. I'll help you if you let me live. The coalition forces from the twenty-eight countries are on their way."
Larry's brow furrowed. Just then, he heard a noise from afar and looked up. In the distant sky, fighter jets were zooming in. His expression shifted.
He smacked Leif on the head and quickly rushed to Frank, grabbing him and making a fast getaway.
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