Chapter 446 Revenge of the Bastard (Twelve Thousand)

Er'Neill's strength is definitely not weak.

No matter what, he is a legendary master. Even if he has just stepped into this realm, he is still a legend.

Moreover, Er'Neill has superb physical skills, and 80% of his strength is in his hands. Each one is tempered like a steel bar, and the ends of his fingers have sharp and long nails, like slightly curved blades.

As long as these five claws were buckled on Ron's head, five bloody holes would immediately appear.

Not only that, at the moment when the claws were clawed out, energy seeped out from the end of the fingers, entangled Ron in front of him like a chain, leaving Ron with no room to escape.

Most of the numerous onlookers around were ordinary people, so naturally they couldn't tell how much knowledge was hidden in Er'Neill's seemingly casual move.

But Er'Neill is definitely known as a fierce man in the royal city. Everyone knows that this young master of the Copperfield family will die if he doesn't take action easily.

So far, no one who has offended Er'Neill has survived from his hands. Looking at Ron and the elf, these two people are probably dead this time.

No one thought that Ron and Mirabell could survive, not even Ernie. Seeing that there were going to be a few more holes in the round head, Ernie even increased his strength.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Er'Neill only felt a flash of light and shadow in front of him, as if something was whizzing past in front of him.

That speed was as fast as lightning. Even with Er'Neill's strength, he couldn't catch it at all.

The next moment, there was only a snap sound, and a few of Ron's fingers gently placed under Er'Neill's wrist. The movement was light and without any anger, like a weak willow supporting the wind, but Er'Neill only felt an unbearable feeling. The soreness and numbness surged throughout my body in an instant.

The whole body from head to toe, all the muscles and meridians are not working at this time, and even feel sore to the bones.

Not to mention, Ron's fingers looked light and light, but the power contained in them was unbearable for Erniel. His thick arms flew upwards, and his body leaned back uncontrollably.

Er'Neill was completely unable to react to this sudden change. He really couldn't imagine that the poor guy who had been bullied by him since childhood could actually block one of his attacks.

When did he become so strong?

Immediately afterwards, monstrous anger surged in Er'Neill's chest.

He felt an unprecedented anger. This hateful bastard actually dared to fight back?

Did he dare to fight back?

How dare he?

When he thought that this bastard, who had been extremely humble in front of him since he was a child and never dared to resist, was now fighting back at him, Ernie's face was completely distorted, like a crazy beast.

Kill him, kill him, kill him.

Er'Neill roared in his heart. He could not accept that a bastard who had been bullied by him since he was a child had a beautiful elf that he could not get his hands on. He could not accept that this bastard dared to attack him.

This kind of anger almost destroyed his sanity. He had never wanted to kill someone so crazily as now.

This impulse was so strong that Er'Neill completely forgot about the scene when Ron could easily block his attack.

He was just waiting, waiting for the numbness to disappear from his body, and then he would use his own hands to tear the hateful bastard in front of him into pieces.

However, Ron would not give him this chance.

Before, he had some reservations, but when Er'Neill was about to kill him, the last bit of mercy deep in Ron's heart disappeared completely at this moment.

His expression became extremely cold.

He made a mistake with his footing, stepped forward suddenly, and grabbed the clothes on Er'Neill's chest.

When the tall and strong man couldn't react at all, he let out a cry and was grabbed by Ron's whole body.

The moment the arm was raised to its highest point, it suddenly fell again.

With a bang, Er'Neill's tall body was directly hit to the ground by Ron.

The entire road trembled.

There was a crunching sound in between.

This time, Ron really didn't have any reservations. Just where Ernie's body hit him, a deep pit appeared on the solid road surface, and dense cracks spread around like a spider web. At the same time, I don’t know how many bones were broken by the shock.

Unable to withstand the violent impact, Er'Neill only felt a dull pain in his chest, and then he made a sound and spat out a mouthful of blood. Although his face was still fierce, his whole person was languid.

For a moment, there was deathly silence all around.

This scene completely exceeded everyone's expectations. A large crowd of melon-eating people around them all opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths, but they couldn't make a sound. Who would have thought that this person in the royal city has always been arrogant and domineering, and no one dares to offend him. Er'Neill would actually end up like this?

Er'Neill's two younger brothers were even more stunned on the spot, motionless.

The people who eat melons don't know, but they know clearly that Er'Neill just entered the legendary realm half a year ago and became one of the top masters in the Twilight Continent.

But what exactly is going on right now?

Er'Neill, who is in the legendary realm, can't even make a move in the hands of this man and is defeated directly?

Isn't this too exaggerated?

What kind of strength does this man have?

The two boys looked at each other and could see the shock and fear in each other's eyes. They both knew that this time they really hit the wall.

The opponent is actually a legendary master, and judging from the fact that he can take down Er'Neill with one move, his strength is at least three-star legendary. This kind of strength really qualifies him not to take ordinary nobles to heart.

After this guy took care of Er'Neill, wouldn't he be the next one to take care of him?

The two looked at each other and could see the intention in each other's eyes.

The next second, the two men's movements were surprisingly consistent. They let go of Mills's shoulders without any hesitation, letting Mills' body fall to the ground, and then ran away without looking back, for fear that someone would accidentally get hurt. En's poisonous hand.

As for brotherly loyalty?

Come on, they are just good friends, not familiar with each other.

However, these two people had some sense of conscience. The direction they fled was obviously the mansion of the Copperfield family.

Legendary masters are no longer something they can deal with. Perhaps only the ancestor of the Copperfield family can deal with this kid.

As for Ron, although he saw the movement of the two boys, he didn't take it to heart at all. His indifferent eyes just stared at Er'Neill, whose face was covered with blood and was wriggling like a maggot.

Scenes of being bullied by Er'Neill played out in Ron's mind.

He's not really Ron.

Once upon a time, he thought that after he killed Melville, he would be able to completely cut off contact with the Copperfield family.

But at this moment, as the memories of that scene kept reappearing in his mind, waves of irritation and hatred emerged in his chest completely uncontrollably.

It's like an instinct imprinted in the bone marrow. Even with Ron's strength and character, it will inevitably be affected.

Perhaps, for the original owner of this body, the experience of living in the Copperfield family was too profound, like the abyss of hell, and could never be forgotten.

"Son of a bitch...you dare to hit me..."

On the ground, Ernie was still roaring.

Although several bones were broken, his body was still squirming and struggling, trying to get up from the ground.

Even though the broken bones directly penetrated the flesh and blood, causing bursts of unbearable pain, Er'Neill didn't care at all. Compared with the physical pain, the mental humiliation made him suffer more.

He couldn't bear to suffer such humiliation in public.

What's even more unbearable is that the person who humiliates him is actually the bastard who he once bullied at will.

Even if Ron had smashed him to the ground, even if he had broken several bones in his body, he would never accept that Ron could possess such strength.

He was just...accidental.

That's right, he was accidentally attacked by Ron, a bastard with no martial ethics.

As long as you...

At this moment, Ron suddenly took a step forward.

Er'Neill, whose eyes were blood red, happened to see Ron's face. When he saw that face, the roar in his throat suddenly stopped.

Bone-breaking coldness swept through his body in an instant, and an indescribable fear made Er'Neill's soul tremble, as if what was standing in front of him was not a person, but a complete devil.

What a face that is.

Er'Neill couldn't feel any warmth or emotion on that face.

There isn't much hatred, just... extreme indifference.

Ron's appearance made Mirabell a little worried. Ever since she met Ron, she had never seen Ron show such an expression even when facing the Holy Father. .

Inexplicably, she even felt a little heartbroken.

His nose was sore and tears almost fell from his eyes.

She subconsciously stretched out her little hand, as if she wanted to bring some warmth to Ron and cut through the heart-stopping indifference, but just when she was about to touch Ron, Mirabell stopped.

Biting her lower lip with her white teeth, Mirabell just silently watched Ron's back from behind. She knew that what he needed now was to vent.

"Erniel, if I remember correctly, you once broke three fingers of my right hand when I was a child, right?"

A low and hoarse voice came from Ron's mouth, and as soon as the voice reached Er'Neill's ears, Er'Neill's body couldn't stop trembling.

Ron slowly squatted down in front of him. At close range, the indescribable fear became more intense. However, no matter what, Er'Neill was unwilling to lose face in front of Ron.

This is his last pride.

He grinned, and the gaps between his teeth were filled with bright red bloodshot eyes:

"Three fingers?"

"I thought it was five."

"Bastard, I only wish I didn't kill you when I was a kid..."

The shrill voice was like a vicious beast, and the look was extremely ferocious.

Ron's blow just now was so cruel that many bones in his body were broken. Even with Er'Neill's strength, he couldn't control his body for a while. Otherwise, he would definitely pounce on Ron. He used his own teeth to bite off a bite of flesh and blood.

Ron wasn't angry either. He even smiled at Er'Neill and said, "Just five, I don't care."

As soon as he finished speaking, a warning sign suddenly occurred in Er'Neill's heart. His body trembled, and he instinctively wanted to hide his right hand, but... Ron moved faster, and with a snap, his left hand stretched out like lightning. , grabbed Er'Neill's wrist, and his right hand had already grasped Er'Neill's thumb.

"Five fingers, give them all back to you."

Click!

hiss!

There was a sudden gasp of air all around.

Each and every one of them felt a dull pain in their fingers. Good guy, the thumb was directly pressed against the back of the hand. The feeling... tsk tsk, just by looking at Ernie's mouth open enough to swallow an egg, you knew it was definitely uncomfortable.

This attack is so cruel.

This kid is so crazy.

Knowing Er'Neill's identity, he actually dared to do such a cruel thing. Aren't you afraid of the Copperfield family's revenge?

However, listening to the conversation between these two people, it was obvious that they had known each other before, but they didn't know what hatred or resentment they had. For a while, the gossip hearts of the people around were burning. Several versions had appeared in a short period of time, among which The most widely circulated thing is that they both fell in love with the same woman when they were young, and they were jealous... Even some details were vividly described. It has to be said that the creativity of the people is still very strong.

Er'Neill was screaming, and his body was squirming even more.

Fingers connected to the heart.

Even if he is a legendary master, he can't bear the feeling of having his fingers broken off.

"This is the first one."

Ron, regardless of what Er'Neill looked like now, had already grabbed the index finger of Er'Neill's right hand.

"Kill you, I will definitely kill you..."

Click.

The index finger of his right hand was also stuck to the back of his hand, and the finger bones were completely twisted.

"This is the second one."

"Ron... just wait, I... I won't..."

Click!

"This is the third one..."

"Son of a bitch, I'm so kind to you..."

Click.

"This is the fourth one."

"Damn bastard..."

Click.

"This is the fifth one."

Five fingers in a row were all broken off by Ron.

Er'Neill's body was shaking like chaff, and his face was extremely pale, like gold paper, without any trace of blood.

Whoops, whoops, whoops.

Er'Neill didn't even have the strength to scream anymore, and only heavy breathing was left in his throat.

This guy can be considered a man. Although the excruciating pain almost drove him crazy, he still supported his body with his left hand and tried to get up, even though the left hand was shaking non-stop.

Ron didn't care at all about Er'Neill's curses and the glare he gave him. He even broke off five of his fingers. If he couldn't get treatment in time, his right hand would basically be useless. Look at those five fingers that were useless. The support is all suspended by a layer of skin, and the twitching fingers feel so painful. It is too much to allow others to curse or stare.

As we all know, he is a gentleman, and he still has a certain tolerance for others.

Ron stood up. He did not continue to torture Er'Neill's fingers. Instead, he looked at Er'Neill's left leg.

"If I remember correctly, my left leg seemed to have been broken by you once..."

There are still some broken memory fragments in my mind.

After Er'Neill broke the left leg, she was still the same poor woman, going around begging people to kowtow, borrowing money, and then carrying the original owner to the church for treatment, otherwise she would be left with a lifelong disability.

Perhaps that scene was too irritating to the original owner of the body.

Many of the memories Ron inherited have become blurry, but that scene was extremely clear.

Ernie squirmed, and his attempt to get up suddenly stopped.

In his widened eyes, there was finally a hint of fear.

"Ron...how dare you..."

call!

Before the words could even be finished, Ron's arm had already been raised and lowered.

The Dragon God's Eye scepter hit Er'Neill's left leg at the knee.

He didn't use the spear that penetrated the Deathly Wing. It was too sharp and not good.

A blunt weapon like the Eye of the Dragon God is more suitable... Although it is a staff, its weight is comparable to a mountain. It is definitely not wrong to call it a blunt weapon.

boom!

The head of the Dragon God's Eye staff hit Er'Neill's knee.

Click, crunch!

All kinds of strange sounds were mixed together in an instant, which was extremely difficult to hear and mixed with despairing terror.

Kneecap, smashed.

Er'Neill's left leg turned into two parts, upper and lower. Countless white bone stubbles broke through the flesh and skin and exposed them. It looked a bit scary. There was only some rotten skin left at the knee, barely connecting the upper and lower parts. Two legs.

If you break one of our legs, I'll break one of yours, it's fair and just, there's nothing wrong with it.

That scene, does it hurt?

Look at the tattered skin and flesh, and the completely smashed bones. It must be very painful.

However, Er'Neill did not scream, nor did his body twitch. He just stared at his broken left leg with his eyes wide open, his eyes gray and despairing.

This injury... Although there is still a little skin that is barely connected, the leg is completely severed. Even if you use chant magic immediately, there is no way to reconnect the broken leg.

Er'Neill knew that from now on, he would become a cripple.

For a practitioner who had just stepped into the legendary realm and became a true master of the Twilight Continent, known as the Young Hero, this kind of injury was more painful and unbearable than killing him directly.

He is still alive, but his strength will inevitably be seriously affected, and his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

He also cannot inherit the Copperfield family and obtain the title of Grand Duke. It is impossible for the family to let a cripple become the head of the family, even if his realm is still the highest among the younger generation.

For beings like the Copperfield family, family dignity is above all else.

Everything he owned disappeared with the fall of the scepter.

Too cruel.

Er'Neill never dreamed that he would end up in such a situation at the hands of Ron.

He is regretting it.

For the first time, Er'Neill felt strong regret in his heart.

However, what he regrets is not about bullying Ron when he was a child. What he regrets is why he didn't just kill this man when he was a child?

Ron didn't know what Er'Neill was thinking, and he didn't care. He was holding the Dragon God's Eye scepter in one hand and looking at Er'Neill's left arm. That sight only made Er'Neill's whole body shiver.

At the same time, a cold and faint voice, like a devil's whisper, slowly sounded in Er'Neill's ear: "I remember..."

"My left arm seems to have been broken by you once..."

hiss!

Er'Neill's body couldn't stop shaking.

Almost at the same time, Er'Neill's two younger brothers, Jacobs and Zoe, had appeared in front of a tall mansion.

There is a plaque hanging on the mansion:

Copperfield!

Twelve thousand as a gift.