Invincible Old Man Novels & Stories

After all, the old man saved his life, so he still reminded him out of kindness, “Elder, this move is very powerful. Be careful!” Nevertheless, the old man did not seem to pay attention at all. Seeing this, Andrius hardened his heart and launched the Doom Cannon. Swoosh! Just as the powerful shot was about to land, the old man flicked another strand of sword energy which shattered the Doom Cannon’s attack. It was completely anticlimactic. Andrius felt a surge of defeat. This old man was truly unimaginable and unfathomable. “With your strength...” After three moves, the old man shook his head disdainfully. “I’m afraid you’ll end up in the jaws of the sea beasts as soon as you step off this is

"I..." "I am too old now. I probably am not the person you're looking for." There was a faint trembling in the old man's voice, not easily noticeable. Jenny noticed the white knuckles of the old man's hand gripping the stone axe with great force. "I am an old man, not the person you seek." Vivian stared for a moment, but still disregarded what the old man said, gladly accepting it. Vivian sensed that the old man didn't want her to pass, so she stood still without moving, unlike the powerful supernatural being that attacked Jenny just moments ago.

My legs wobbled. “What did you do to him? Let him go right now!” No one answered. Men stood around the room like statues. Dressed in clothes. Cold eyes. Not one of them spoke. “Who are you?” I yelled. “What do you want from us?” My father lifted his head a little. “Val… don’t,” he whispered. His voice broke. “Please.” I turned back to the men. “You touch him again and—” The door opened. An old man walked in, slow and calm. He had white hair, neatly combed. His clothes were clean and expensive. His face held a light smile, like he had walked into a friendly gathering.

He muttered to himself looking at the old man with contempt who scowled back at him and without warning kicked his face and broke his nose. Oh! That does it! Wilson sprang from his lying position like an apex predator and struck at the old man's smiling face. The old man took a step back, caught his hand and swung him over his shoulder, all in one breath. Wilson landed on his back with a loud thud, making him gasp for breath. Before he could even stand up, the old man's foot was on his chest, pinning him down. Wilson squirmed and grunted. He clawed tried to bite his opponent's leg. Anything to make him move his foot away. Even just moving it an inch was enough for him to escape. The old man

It was a picture of a man and her, the same woman she kept on seeing. ‘What the hell?!’ she muttered under her breath as another picture of the woman with the same man flashed on the screen again. “Who’s that?” she asked the old man. “He’s Arthur Locke,” the old man answered. “The billionaire?” the woman probed. “No, the bartender standing over there serving you drinks,” the old man answered sarcastically. “One more sarcasm and I’m ripping what’s left of your hair,” the girl threatened. “I wonder what sin I committed to have met someone like you,” the old man cried out as he touched his hair.

the old man said. "Who?" They asked. "Dimitri Salvador," he said. How did this old man know me? I looked at Bam Petty, who shook his head. "How do you know me?" I asked. "I know that isn't your name, Morgan," he said. I told myself that someone wanted to play. Alex called his uncle like the old man could save him. "Hold it," the man said. He allowed the men we came for to be left alone. "Old man, you have done well," I said and left with the men.

I stood up,and turned to leave,my hand was placed on the cold door,about to push,when he called me back. "True?" "Yeah?"I asked,and tilted my head to him. "Promise me"he said. "What?" "You are going to have a new year's resolution"he said,"why?"I asked and j got a Shut—the— hell— up stare. "Alright fine..." Am surprised am even listening. "You are gonna get yourself a girlfriend,or even a wife if that's even possible" No way! The old man is asking too much now,am only twenty eight,and he's acting like am in my early fifties!

The old man looked at Adrian with a half smile. The man had a formidable aura and unwavering determination. Adrian could finally confirm that he was a ninth-level powerhouse. Suppressing his impulse to draw the Divine Frost Slayer Blade and fight the old man to the death, Adrian shook his head and said, "No matter why they came here and why they died, I don't think there’s any need for you to kill me." "Why not?" "Because I won't do anything to harm you.” The old man smiled disdainfully. "Your existence is itself a disadvantage, and you don't understand anything."

The old man cast a glance at the muscular man on the floor before he caressed his beard and said, “What a good fighter.” Thomas took a look at him. “We don’t know each other, right?” “No, we don’t.” “You can leave now. I have a business lunch today. I didn’t invite you.” The old man scoffed. “No matter who you are meeting today, you won’t be able to meet them. You have to come with me.” Thomas was stunned. “Oh? You sound so arrogant.” The old man raised his head and said with contempt, “Sound so arrogant? Haha! Are members of the Martin family considered arrogant?”