Chapter 446: Revenge of the Bastard (12,000)

Oniel’s strength is definitely not weak.

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

Moreover, O'Neill has superb physical skills, and 80% of his strength is in his hands. Each of his fingers is as hard as steel bars, and he has long and sharp nails at the ends of his fingers, like slightly curved blades.

If these five claws were to grab Ron's head, five bloody holes would immediately appear.

That’s not all. The moment the claw reached out, energy seeped out from the end of the finger, entangling Ron in front of him like a chain, leaving Ron no room to dodge at all.

Most of the onlookers were ordinary people, so they naturally couldn't tell how much tricks were hidden in O'Neill's seemingly casual move.

But O'Neill was definitely notorious in the royal city. Everyone knew that this young master of the Copperfield family would not take action easily, and if he did, it would be fatal.

So far, no one who has offended Onir has been able to survive his hands. Looking at Ron and the elf, I'm afraid they are both doomed to die this time.

No one thought that Ron and Mirabelle could survive, not even Onir. Seeing that the round head was about to have a few more holes, Onir even increased his strength.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Oniel only felt a flash of light in front of him, as if something was whizzing past him.

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

The next moment, there was a snapping sound, and Ron's fingers gently rested on O'Neill's wrist. His movements were light and without any anger, like a weak willow swaying in the wind, but O'Neill only felt an unbearable soreness and numbness that instantly spread throughout his body.

All the muscles and meridians in the whole body, from head to toe, were out of control at this moment, and even felt sore to the bones.

That’s not all. Ron’s fingers looked light, but the power contained in them was too much for O’Neill to bear. His strong arms flew upwards and his body leaned backward uncontrollably.

This sudden change made O'Neill completely unable to react. He really couldn't imagine that the poor guy who had been bullied by him since he was a child could actually block his attack.

When did he become so strong? Then, a huge rage rose in O'Neill's chest.

He felt an unprecedented rage. This abominable bastard actually dared to fight back? He dared to fight back? How dare he?

When he thought about this bastard who had always behaved extremely humbly in front of him and never dared to resist, and was now fighting back at him, Oniel's face was completely distorted like a mad beast.

Kill him, kill him, kill him.

Oniel roared in his heart. He couldn't accept that a bastard who had been bullied by him since childhood had a beautiful elf that he couldn't even touch. He couldn't accept that this bastard dared to attack him.

This anger was almost destroying his sanity. He had never wanted to kill someone as crazy as he did now.

The impulse was so strong that O'Neill completely forgot that 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.

But Ron wouldn't give him this chance.

Before, he still had some reservations, but when O'Neill was about to kill him, the last bit of mercy in Ron's heart disappeared completely in an instant.

His expression turned extremely grim.

He misstepped and suddenly took a step forward, grabbing the clothes on Onir's chest.

Before this tall and strong man could react at all, Ron grabbed his whole body and lifted it up with a whoosh.

Just when the arm was raised to the highest point, it suddenly fell down again.

With a loud bang, O'Neill's tall body was knocked to the ground by Ron.

The entire road surface was shaking.

There were crunching sounds in between.

This time, Ron really did not hold back at all. A deep hole appeared directly on the solid road surface where O'Neill's body fell. Dense cracks spread around like a spider web, and at the same time, countless bones were broken.

Unable to withstand the violent impact, Oniel only felt a dull pain in his chest, and then he screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood. Although his face was still ferocious, he was listless.

For a moment, there was deathly silence all around.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectations. The crowd of onlookers stared with their eyes wide open and their mouths opened, but they couldn't make a sound. Who could have thought that O'Neill, who had always been arrogant and domineering in the royal city and no one dared to mess with him, would end up like this? O'Neill's two younger brothers were stunned on the spot, motionless.

Those spectators didn't know, but they knew very well that O'Neill had just entered the legendary realm half a year ago and became one of the top masters in the Dusk Continent.

But what exactly was going on? How could the legendary Ernil not even be able to survive a single move from this man and be defeated directly?

Isn't this too exaggerated? What kind of strength does this man have? The two brothers looked at each other and could see the shock and fear in each other's eyes. They both knew that this time they had really hit a wall.

The opponent was actually also a legendary master, and judging from the fact that he was able to take down O'Neill with just one move, his strength was at least three legendary stars or above. With this kind of strength, he was really qualified to ignore ordinary nobles.

This guy, after dealing with O'Neill, wouldn't he be the next one to deal with? The two looked at each other and could see the intention in each other's eyes.

The next second, the two men's actions were surprisingly consistent and straightforward. Without any hesitation, they let go of Mills' shoulders, letting Mills' body fall to the ground, then turned around and ran without looking back, fearing that he would be killed by Ron by accident.

As for brotherhood? Come on, they are just bad friends, not close friends.

However, these two people still had a little conscience, and the direction they fled was the Copperfield family's mansion.

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 what the two boys did, he didn't take it to heart at all. He just stared coldly at Ernel, who was covered in blood and squirming like a maggot.

The scenes of being bullied by Ernie played out in Ron's mind.

He wasn't really Ron.

Once upon a time, he thought that after killing Melville, he could completely cut off his ties with the Copperfield family.

But at this moment, as those scenes of memories continued to emerge in my mind, waves of irritation and hatred surged in my chest completely uncontrollably.

It was like an instinct imprinted in the bones. Even with Ron's strength and character, he was inevitably 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.

"You bastard... you dare to hit me..."

On the ground, Onir 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 pierced his flesh and blood, causing waves of unbearable pain, Oniel didn't care at all. Compared with the physical pain, the mental humiliation was more tormenting to him.

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

What was even more unbearable was that the one who humiliated him was actually the bastard he had once bullied.

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

He was just... careless.

That's right, it was because of carelessness that I was ambushed by Ron, that unsportsmanlike bastard.

As long as you...

Just then, Ron suddenly took a step forward.

O'Neill, with bloodshot eyes, happened to see Ron's face. When he saw that face, the roar in his throat stopped abruptly.

A bone-chilling coldness swept through his whole body in an instant, and an indescribable fear made Onir's soul tremble, as if the person standing in front of him was not a human being, but a complete devil.

What a face that is.

On that face, O'Neill could not feel any warmth or emotion.

There is not much hatred, only...extreme indifference.

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

Inexplicably, she even felt a little heartbroken.

My nose felt sore and tears almost fell from my eyes.

She subconsciously stretched out her little hand, as if wanting to bring some warmth to Ron and break through the heart-pounding indifference, but just as she was about to touch Ron, Mirabelle stopped.

Biting her lower lip with her white teeth, Mirabelle just stared at Ron's back silently. She knew that what he needed now was to vent.

"Erniel, if I remember correctly, when we were little, you broke three fingers on my right hand, right?"

A low and hoarse voice came out from Ron's mouth. As soon as the voice reached O'Neill's ears, O'Neill's body couldn't help but shiver.

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

This was his last pride.

He grinned, his teeth filled with bloodshot. "Three fingers?"

"I thought it was five."

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

The shrill voice was like that of a resentful beast, and the eyes were extremely cruel.

Ron's attack just now was too brutal. Many bones in his body were broken. Even with O'Neill's strength, he couldn't control his body for a while. Otherwise, he would definitely pounce on Ron and bite off a piece of flesh with his teeth.

Ron was not angry. He even smiled at O'Neill and said, "Five is five. I don't mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, O'Neill suddenly felt a warning in his heart. His body shuddered and he instinctively wanted to hide his right hand, but... Ron was faster. With a swish, his left hand stretched out like lightning and grabbed O'Neill's wrist. His right hand had already grabbed O'Neill's thumb.

"Five fingers, all returned to you."

Snap!

Hiss! There was a sound of people sucking in their breath in a moment.

Everyone felt a dull pain in their fingers. Their thumbs were stuck directly on the back of their hands. That feeling... Tsk tsk, just looking at O'Neill's mouth opened so wide that he could swallow an egg, you knew it was definitely not pleasant.

This is a very cruel move.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This kid is too crazy.

Knowing O'Neill's identity, he dared to do such a cruel thing. Wasn't he afraid of revenge from the Copperfield family? However, listening to the conversation between the two, it was obvious that they knew each other before, but no one knew what hatred or grudge they had. For a while, the gossiping hearts of the people around were burning. In a short period of time, several versions of the story appeared. The most widely circulated one was that the two had fallen in love with the same girl when they were young and were jealous of each other... Even some details were described vividly. It must be said that the creativity of the masses is still very strong.

O'Neill was screaming and his body was squirming even more violently.

The fingers are connected to the heart.

Even if he was a legendary master, he could not endure the feeling of having his fingers broken.

“This is the first one.”

Ron didn't care what O'Neill looked like now, and had already grabbed the index finger of O'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 broken.

“This is the second one.”

"Ron...wait a minute, I...I can't..."

Snap!

"This is the third one..."

"You bastard, if you have the guts..."

Click.

“This is the fourth one.”

"Damn bastard..."

Click.

“This is the fifth one.”

Ron broke all five fingers in a row.

Onir's body was shaking like a sieve, and his face was extremely pale, like gold paper, without a trace of blood.

Huff, huff, huff.

Oniel didn't even have the strength to scream, only heavy breathing came out of his throat.

This guy is actually a man. Even though the excruciating pain is almost driving him crazy, he still supports his body with his left hand and tries to get up, even though his left hand is shaking.

Ron didn't care about O'Neill's curses and glares at him at all. He had broken five of his fingers. If he didn't get timely treatment, his right hand would basically be useless. Looking at those five fingers, hanging without any support and relying on a layer of skin, they must be so painful. And he was not allowed to curse or glare at him. That was too much.

As we all know, he is a gentleman and he does have some tolerance.

Ron stood up. Instead of torturing O'Neill's fingers, he looked at O'Neill's left leg.

"If I remember correctly, you broke my left leg once..."

There are still some broken fragments of memory in my mind.

After breaking her left leg, Ernel was still that poor woman. She had to kowtow to people everywhere, borrow money, and then go to the church to receive treatment without telling the original owner. Otherwise, she would have been disabled for life.

Perhaps that scene was too stimulating for the original owner of this body.

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

Onir's squirming attempt to get up suddenly stopped.

Finally, a hint of fear appeared in his wide eyes.

"Ron...you dare..."

Whoosh! Before he finished speaking, Ron raised his arm and then dropped it.

The Dragon God's Eye Scepter smashed down on Oniel's left knee.

He didn't use the Death Shot Spear because it was too sharp and not good.

Or a blunt weapon like the Dragon God's Eye would be more appropriate... Although this is a staff, its weight is comparable to that of a mountain, so it is definitely not wrong to call it a blunt weapon.

Bang! The head of the Dragon God's Eye hit Onir's knee.

Crack, crunch! All kinds of weird sounds mixed together in an instant, which was extremely unpleasant to the ear and mixed with desperate terror.

The kneecap was smashed.

Oniel's left leg was broken into two pieces, with countless white bone fragments piercing through the flesh and skin, exposing them externally. It looked a bit scary. Only some rotten skin remained at the knee, barely connecting the two halves of the leg.

If you break one of my legs, I will break one of your legs too. It's fair and there's nothing wrong with that.

Does that scene hurt?

Look at the tattered flesh and completely shattered bones. It must be very painful.

However, Oniel did not scream, nor did his body twitch. He just widened his eyes and stared at his broken left leg with a gray and desperate look.

This injury... Although there is still a little skin barely connecting it, the leg is equivalent to being completely severed. Even if hymn magic is used immediately, there is no way to reconnect the broken leg.

Onil knew that from then on he would become a cripple.

For a cultivator who had just entered the legendary realm, became a true master of the Dusk Continent, and was known as a young hero, this kind of injury was more painful and more 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 could not inherit the Copperfield family, nor obtain the title of Grand Duke. The family would not allow a cripple to become the head of the family, even if his realm was still the highest among the younger generation.

For an existence like the Copperfield family, family respect is above all else.

Everything he had vanished with the fall of the scepter.

Too cruel.

O'Neill never dreamed that he would fall into such a situation at Ron's hands.

He is regretting.

For the first time, a strong sense of regret arose in Onir's heart.

However, what he regretted was not that he bullied Ron when he was a child, but why he didn't just kill that guy when he was a child.

Ron didn't know what was in Oniel's mind, nor did he care. He held the Dragon's Eye Scepter in one hand and looked at Oniel's left arm. That sight made Oniel shiver all over.

At the same time, a cold and gloomy voice, like the whisper of a devil, slowly spread in O'Neill's ears: "I remember..."

"My left arm, I think you broke it once..."

Hiss! O'Neill's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

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

There is a plaque hanging on the mansion: Copperfield!

Twelve thousand is given here.

(End of this chapter)