Invincible Old Man Novels & Stories

Ellen insisted, her voice tinged with a hint of secrecy. “You know, I want to believe that I've lived a long time on this earth. I mean, I'm 68 years old," the old man chuckled softly, his eyes filled with wisdom and empathy. “I've witnessed many strange things in my time, and I think I can recognize when someone needs help, even if they don't admit it. You all seem like people running from something or someone, and I'm sure whoever or whatever that person may be, they are very dangerous. However, you know what? I've won my local shooting competition ten times in a row. You'll be safe here with me," he reassured them, his gaze conveying a mix of compassion and determination.

The old man asked himself before he tried to say another word out. "Hello...?" the old man said tentatively. His voice sounded the same as usual, like the croaking of a frog than anything a human could ever wish to imitate. "Who is he, brother?" Uwyn asked after she heard and saw the pitiful state of the dirty old man. "He is what we came here for, Uwyn. The one we've been searching for all this time. Our lost father, Eldon Maverick!" Maru responded in a voice that showed his feelings. Like the cold of a winter night.

The old man didn't say anything and just shook his head slightly. From the looks of it, Samuel seemed to have understood something. He sighed helplessly, "Senior, you're not asking me to kill that lava monster before I take this divine pill, are you?" Although about the old man didn’t confirm what Samuel said, it was obvious that he did not refute it. Samuel shook his head helplessly. He smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, forget about the fact that I am a cripple now. Even if I am at my peak, I might not be a match for him."

The old man was sent flying, powerless to stop his backward trajectory, crashing through a line of tables and chairs in a cacophony of splintering wood. "Really, old-timer, you think you're in any position to preach to me?" Alexander stood his ground, a smirk playing on his lips. The old man, spitting out blood, wiped his mouth and struggled to his feet. "I must concede, your power is truly formidable. "Nonetheless, this guy here is the Iversen family's golden boy. Hands off." "Never heard of 'em!" Alexander did a quick mental check and drew a blank. Threats like those were like water off a duck's back—futile.

" So why don't you back off, " Olivia pulled away from the older, pudgy gentleman before feeling a tight grip around her wrist. I can give you a lot of money if you just be a good little girl , the drunk Old man insisted. I said back off, said Olivia as she pushed away from him,. Listen sweetheart, I don't take no for an answer, Olivia kneed him between his legs before reaching in his pocket to fish out his wallet. " First time for everything, Judge Roberts , " Olivia said as she saw the identity of the persistent old man.

Walbert chuckled and did not take Severin's words seriously. "Show me what you got, kid!" That old man led the charge. As a level five warrior king, he did not think too highly of Severin's abilities. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Severin and threw a punch. Severin was still able to react despite the old man's speed. He tilted his body slightly, dodged the old man's punch with ease, and slammed his palm into the old man's chest. That simple-looking attack contained boundless strength that sent the old man flying back several meters back. He then collapsed heavily on the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.

I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. When his screaming fit was over, Victor spun around and marched back to the door. “Get in here and watch her,” he sneered at someone. A big, burly man stepped in. His head was shaved bald, and he had a beard. His chest was twice as wide as any other man I’d seen, and he was as tall as Victor, but he wore his height well. After Victor disappeared and the lock turned, my new guard leaned against the wall and folded his arms. I was scared he would try something, too. I could try to put up a fight, but this guy was about four times as big as Victor, and he would do as much damage.

My hands are itching from some time to hit someone really cool. Can I hit this old man? Without actually killing him? No!? His old bones can't bear my force. “Okay, leave! Your work will be done before evening.” Valencia said, and I frowned my eyebrows in confusion. Why is she doing something for him? Even when he hurts her in return!? “You better stick to your words!” Old man said and turned to leave but he whispered something that I couldn't hear but Valencia heard it and the brightness in her eyes turned into darkness.

The old man's body shuddered violently, his face turning deathly pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground. "Old fool, I told you—today is the day you die," Chase said coldly. As he spoke, his figure vanished. In the next instant, he appeared directly behind the old man. "What!" The old man's eyes widened in shock as he swung a desperate punch behind him. Chase barely flinched. His body wavered for a moment before steadying again. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a whipping kick, sending the old man sprawling to the ground.

"But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…" "Shh! You're not pretending. You have severe depression, and you're not allowed to say otherwise again!" Then, Jacob's pained yelp rang out. "Mom, you're hurting me…" "Be good, Jacob. As long as you listen, I'll buy you the toy you want most." I shot a cold look at the staggering Harold in front of me. My voice was edged with mockery. "You heard it, didn't you? That's the childhood sweetheart you were so desperate to protect.