Last Man Standing のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 351 - チャプター 360

"Got it, marshal!" Nevaeh acknowledged with a frosty gaze fixed on Yerek."You tried to ambush my Shadow Sect earlier—that's strike one."Then you attacked my Shadow Sect's elite guard for no reason—that's strike two."And let's not forget your blatant disrespect and defiance—that's strike three."Three strikes, Yerek, and you're out. I'm only cutting off an arm because it's your first offense. Otherwise, you'd be dead.""King of the West, don't push your luck. This is Ciolara, not your turf. If you think you're tough, go ahead and try to kill me!" Yerek spat out the words through gritted teeth, glaring defiantly at Howard."You got a death wish, huh? You got it!" Nevaeh's brow furrowed, her curved blade gleaming as she moved with lightning speed."Stop!"Monty and Vilmos shouted in unison, springing into action."Back off!" Yoel's voice boomed, unleashing a wave of overwhelming force from his palm.The two were blasted back before their blades could even strike, hurtling thr

"Mr. Racino, we're honored by your visit. Forgive us for not greeting you from afar," Howard called out with a commanding voice."Ha, you're too kind, King of the West. You've come a long way to Ciolara, and I should've been at the airport to receive you. However, I've been tied up with minor affairs and could only meet you here. I trust you won't hold it against me," came a booming voice, deep and clear as a bell.As the voice faded, a figure emerged, commanding the attention of all present.The man was in his sixties, clad in simple attire, with a face etched in determination and eyes that sparkled with vitality. He bore none of the usual signs of a man of his age.In the realm of Martial Arts, when a person's cultivation base reached a certain pinnacle, the body would transcend its limits, and the organs age at a snail's pace, entering a state of near-timelessness.The greater one's cultivation base, the longer one's life.A martial god could have lived past a century with eas

With a heavy sigh, Makson let out a breath, his eyes betraying a mix of emotions.Howard's question had put him in a tough spot.He did not climb to the top of the war department just on his war record. His reputation for being fair and just was just as important.Knowing himself, if he was in Howard's current predicament, aware of the dirt lurking behind the scenes, he could never just look the other way."Didn't Mr. Racino just ask about my intentions?" Howard said, pausing to take a sip of coffee."If I have to bend over backward for that position, turning a blind eye to the Shadow Sect's big case, then let me tell you straight—I'm not interested!""King of the West, I'll raise a glass of water to you today!" Makson stood up, facing Howard."The day you wrap up the Shadow Sect case, I'll be the first to offer you a drink of the good stuff!"He lifted his cup, downed it in one go, and said, "Thanks, Mr. Racino."Howard rose too, gave a respectful bow, and took a sip from his

Thud!Three exchanges later, the man dueling with Quispe was split in two, his body crumpling to the ground in a gory heap.Thud! Thud!Soon after, Lukas and Shylah's adversaries were dispatched with swift, decisive strikes, their bodies convulsing briefly on the ground before lying still.Thud! Thud!Thud!The battle raged on for Nevaeh and her companions. The enemy trio faltered, driven back step by step.As Quispe's group prepared to advance, two shadows burst forth from the sidelines."Stay down!"One of them commanded, his greatsword carving through the air with the force of a thunderbolt, bearing down on Quispe and her allies.Those new challengers were of the martial knight minor mastery, their prowess eclipsing that of the previous combatants, their presence as overwhelming as a storm.Quispe and her team narrowed their eyes, not a trace of hesitation in their stance, ready to face the onslaught together."I've got this!" Yoel's voice cut through the chaos, his form i

The combined blade lights from Lukas and his four comrades seemed to possess a life of their own, merging together in a flash.Then, a ghostly blade, almost invisible, materialized in the air, descending with the unstoppable force of a thunderbolt.The man in gray staggered back over ten steps from the impact, a crimson line blossoming across his chest as blood gushed out.Vihelm's eyes widened in astonishment at the sight."How can this be!?" The man in gray was utterly horrified. He frantically pulled out a silver needle and jabbed it into the wound, barely managing to stop the bleeding.His surprise was justified. He was a seasoned martial knight, while his adversaries were only five late-stage martial gods. Under normal circumstances, if he had unleashed his full power, they would not have stood a chance against even one of his attacks.Not only had he failed to take them down, but he was the one who ended up wounded. It was utterly unbelievable!"Fools!" The Judge retorted.