Dragon Master novel Maximilian

Chapter 911 Sick of Living

Clark was immediately upset. He knew Maximilian was blocking on his way to success, and he would

have to overcome this obstacle anyhow.

Rowen said politely to Clark, "What should we do now? He just refused you."

"I know as much as you do," Clark looked at Rowen disdainfully. He was a smart guy, and he knew that

Connor now ruled the underworld of H City, so he wouldn't do anything to piss Connor off. The

consequence would be too hard for him to bear.

Rowen scratched his head and acted like a kid while he was being scolded by Clark. He didn't even

want to explain.

"It doesn't matter. I will slowly contact the bigwigs in this city, and I'll finally get to Connor. I'll let him

know that I'm more worthy of his loyalty than Maximilian," Clark smiled proudly.

Rowen kept kissing up and said, "You're right. Connor only trusts Maximilian because he was here for

longer than you. Maximilian could never be your match in power."

Clark is so proud of himself now, thinking that Maximilian wouldn't be able to take one strike of his.

"But I want to have him tested first," Clark took his fan back and grinned a meaningful smile.

Behind him, there was a bald monk. The monk wore a simple robe and had a few scars on the top of

his head. Ever since he met Clark, he had broken all his religious commandments.

The monk was holding a cigarette in his teeth. He snorted, "That weak brat? I could beat him with just

one finger."

Clark was very satisfied with his momentum because that meant the monk was confident. It would be

bad if the monk refused to have a face-to-face confrontation with Maximilian.

Maximilian hid the Hardy Ganoderma in his arms to protect it. Suddenly, he heard somebody stepping

closer to him from behind. Some of the steps were heavy, while some were light.

Maximilian had a hunch that an enemy was approaching and would bring him trouble.

When he looked back, he saw a big fist heading to him. He dodged that attck easily, but more punches

were thrown on him soon afterward.

Maximilian took a few steps back. He frowned when he said the attacker was a monk. The man was

wearing a monk's robe, but his murderous looks made him so different from any other monks

Maximilian had ever seen.

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calmly.

Without any explanation, the monk attacked again, mumbling, "I'm here to release your soul from

purgatory." He sounded very convincing.

Maximilian rolled his eyes. That was the most cunning way he had ever heard to say "killing

somebody".

Seeing Maximilian and the monk were in a tie, Clark smiled disdainfully and said, "That's all you've

got?"

The monk suddenly looked ferocious and waved a fierce punch at Maximilian. The attack was so

sudden that ordinary people wouldn't be able to react against it.

"Take this!" The monk sneered. This was his signature move, the Sword Finger. Usually, it would only

take one press to kill a man. The monk laughed as if he had seen how Maximilian died miserably.

Clark showed no sympathy on his face. On the contrary, he looked bored and said, "I had high

expectations for you, but it turned out that you're so weak. You're not qualified to be my match."

However, what happened next shocked everybody. The monk screamed in pain and covered his own

finger.

And Maximilian looked so calm as if nothing had happened. His fingers were picking the monk's finger

sword.

Clark was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe what just happened. He had never seen

anyone that can take the finger sword with bare hands. Even Clark himself would have to counter it

with fists.

Now Clark wondered if Maximilian was more powerful than him, which made his face look gloomier

because the situation here will be much more complicated then.

The monk's face changed. To finish his task, he had waved out each strike with his full strength, each

right on Maximilian's lethal spots.

Maximilian narrowed his eyes and said, "You've almost broken almost all the commandments as a

monk. I'll teach you a lesson today for your master."

Maximilian spared no efforts this time and kicked the monk heard. The monk fell to the ground and

rolled over. He had never been so miserable.

Clark's face changed. He couldn't stay calm anymore. The monk was his person, and it was a great

humiliation for him to see his fellow being beaten by Maximilian in public.

"Stop," Clark said with a cold face.

Maximilian smiled. He thought Clark would just watch him beating this guy. The monk dragged Clark's

thigh hastily and begged, "Please help me, sir! You have to stand up for me!"

Clark looked at the monk with disdainful eyes and had him dragged away.

"So he's your watch dog," Maximilian smiled.

Clark snorted, "Yes, and you should really consider twice before you bit him, given that I'm here This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

watching."

He deliberately wanted to stir things up and scare Maximilian, so that he could show how capable he

was.

Maximilian knew Clark was here to make trouble, so he looked quite relaxed.

Clark sneered, "The young master of the Dragon Sect? Your place has been replaced. the Head of

Dragon Lords has announced that he who takes your head to him will take your place."

“And the dragon slayer will become the next dragon to be slain," Maximilian smiled and said.

Clark was choked by those words and didn't know how to reply. He thought for a while and argued,

"That's impossible. He wanted your head only because you wouldn't listen to him. I am much smarter

than you, he would never want me to be replaced."

Maximilian laughed out. He thought the man was clever, but now it seemed that he was just as stupid

as his friend. He was arguing for the people who set him up.

Clark's face suddenly turned sullen. He grinned a light smile, "I heard that you're immensely powerful,

so I'm here to see if that's real. I dare you to accept my challenge."

Maximilian hesitated and turned away immediately. He wanted to bring the Hardy Ganoderma back as

soon as he could. However, when Clark saw him leaving, he thought Maximilian was scared.

"It seems that you're scared," Clark mocked. He became more unscrupulous when he saw Maximilian's

response. He said to Maximilian, "Crawl under my crotch, then I'll let you go. How about that?"

Maximilian raised his head and opened his murderous eyes all of a sudden, giving out overwhelming

power. He asked, "Are you sick of living?"