Last Man Standing のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 401 - チャプター 410

"I'm good!" Mystical Chubby shook his head, revealing a hint of lingering fear. "That was a close call. If your powers hadn't returned to martial emperor level, Sir, I hate to think what might've happened.""Any idea who's behind this?" Black Blade said, heavy with concern."People from Abbercrombie," Mystical Chubby answered, his eyes stern and unyielding."Abbercrombie? Are they trying to bring down the country?!" the Judge exclaimed, his anger flaring.He remembered his last trip to the Western Region. The information he had gathered about Abbercrombie whose forces had been decimated by his boss."It might not be an official act from their government," Mystical Chubby shared Howard's insights with the Judge."What?!" The Judge could not contain his outrage. "Are they plotting a rebellion?""Master Howard, do you think this could be orchestrated by someone in Ciolara, directing the Southern defense?" Black Blade inhaled sharply, the chill of the implication hitting him hard.

However, with him watching over them, they never really had to fight with their backs against the wall.The slow progress in Martial Arts cultivation base among the Dragon quartet, Yoel excluded, had its reasons.Each possessed a knack for the martial arts that was nothing short of impressive. If only they could be thrust into battles that would unlock their latent potential, their growth would be tremendous.The Dark World? It was the perfect crucible for such a test."Is it for real? I can go to The Dark World?" Sabertooth's eyes blazed with zeal.He was well aware of The Dark World's reputation—a lawless land where only the strong survived and might make right."Yep!" Howard confirmed with a nod."You've got a month to pick someone to fill your shoes. After that, you're free to head out.""Thanks a ton, sir!" Sabertooth was over the moon, pausing briefly before he asked, "Sir, can I take a crew with me?""Sure thing!" Howard agreed with another nod. "Start with a thousand.

"Make your choice—stand down or face my wrath?" The man's gaze shifted toward Howard."Utterly foolish!" Sabertooth bellowed, "You're looking for a fight? You've got one!"With that, he lunged forward, his Blood Shadow Saber gleaming with a chilling light as he unleashed a swift, vicious slash."Courting death!" The man's eyes turned icy as he pulled out his own hefty blade to counter Sabertooth's ferocious attack.He was well aware that the top brass of the Blood Shadow Force were formidable, all at the late stages of martial god prowess. He himself had reached the pinnacle of martial god mastery. Fear of Sabertooth was not in his vocabulary.However, in the next instant, his expression froze.Snap!A sharp crack echoed as Sabertooth's blade sliced his saber in two, the severed end clattering to the ground.Swoosh!The blade's momentum did not falter, piercing straight through his chest.Thump!He dropped like a stone, blood gushing forth."You... you've reached... martial

"Wilder, are you aware of the charges against you?" Luca demanded, his tone grave."Sovereign, I beg your pardon, but I'm at a loss. What charges are you referring to?" Wilder responded, his brow furrowing in confusion.He had been summoned by Luca just hours earlier with urgent news that required his immediate presence at the palace. Wilder had his suspicions, especially since he had lost contact with his team in Rackaham the night before. Their silence was ominous. With that royal summons, he had no doubt it was all related to that ill-fated mission.Yet, with a heart steadfast in his beliefs, he neither panicked nor contemplated escape. He walked with serene confidence alongside the Sovereign Guardians to the nation's heart.Stepping into the grand hall and laying eyes on Howard and the Rackaham entourage, his earlier hunch took root, but he maintained composure.After all, that was the royal palace of Abbercrombie. The other side had a mere five people. What storm could they p

"You treacherous rat, you're digging your own grave!"As Wilder sprang into action, another figure leaped from the ranks of Abbercrombie's elite, Lord Warfield. With a swift motion, he sent a crushing palm strike Wilder's way.His cultivation base was immense. As an ultimate mastery of martial god, he was not pulling any punches. He was out for the kill.The air whooshed with the force of their movements.At the same moment, four shadows darted out from behind Howard with lightning speed. It was the Phoenix team in action. Mystical Chubby zeroed in on Wilder while Phoenix squared off against Lord Warfield. Sabertooth and Carbonemys charged at Abbercrombie's cronies, their aura of martial might bursting forth and shrouding the men in a wave of dread. The group was instantly seized by a bone-chilling terror, trembling uncontrollably, too scared to move a muscle.Bang! Bang!Two thunderous crashes followed, hurling Wilder and Lord Warfield through the air. They slammed into the grou