The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge

Chapter 730

“Are you sure you don’t want to beg for mercy?”

Upon hearing Gavin Clifford’s words, Orson Blackwell raised his hand and exerted all his strength again to activate the fireball in Gavin Clifford’s hand. However, no matter how hard he tried, the fireball remained motionless.

Of course, Gavin Clifford knew what Orson Blackwell wanted to do. He thought that the fireball was his sharp weapon. Now that Gavin Clifford was controlling it, he naturally wanted to take it back. Unfortunately, Orson Blackwell underestimated Gavin Clifford.

When Orson Blackwell heard Gavin Clifford’s words, he grinned and laughed loudly. He looked at Gavin Clifford in front of him angrily and said,

“A piece of trash like you wants me to beg for mercy?”

“I don’t know where you learned this demonic technique, but you’re putting on airs for me.”

Gavin Clifford looked at Orson Blackwell and became incoherent. Only people without real power would have so many words. How could a usually powerful warrior have so much to say!

Why talk so much when action could suffice?

At this moment, the fireball controlled by Gavin Clifford trembled. The sky instantly darkened, and dark clouds covered the sky. Thunder was deafening.

Orson Blackwell, already exhausted from trying to activate the fireball, was overjoyed. As expected, Gavin Clifford’s strength was inferior to his.

The fireball swayed more violently in the air. Gavin Clifford looked at the delighted Orson Blackwell and smiled.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Orson Blackwell must have thought he had activated the fireball with his own power. Seeing him so happy, Gavin Clifford could only let him be.

Orson Blackwell looked at the blazing fireball in front of him. If he didn’t act now, when would he? He looked at Gavin Clifford and said,

“Gavin Clifford, it’s not too late for you to beg for mercy now. Otherwise, you’ll probably be reduced to ashes later!”

When Gavin Clifford heard Orson Blackwell’s words, he was instantly stunned. Orson Blackwell had taken the bait.

Gavin Clifford stepped forward and said,

“You?”

“Hahahaha!”

Orson Blackwell, furious, raised his hands and pushed the fireball toward Gavin Clifford.

The fireball, seemingly out of control, rolled toward Gavin Clifford. Orson stood aside, watching as he believed victory was within his grasp.

The fireball controlled by Gavin Clifford rolled toward him fiercely. Gavin Clifford, however, remained calm, his lips curling up. He couldn’t be blamed for being ruthless.

Orson Blackwell wasn’t on guard, assuming his victory was assured. But Gavin Clifford controlled the fireball, pushing it back toward Orson and saying,

“Since things have come to this, it’s not up to you.”

The fireball burned fiercely, getting closer to Orson Blackwell, who was initially dismissive. However, as the fireball approached, he felt its heat.

Panicking, Orson tried to jump out of the way, but the fireball followed him relentlessly.

At this moment, Duncan Bore, watching from the side, was shocked by the power of the forbidden technique Gavin used.

Orson Blackwell, drenched in sweat and panting, was on fire. Realizing Gavin Clifford was controlling the fireball, Orson shouted,

“Gavin Clifford, you despicable person, you’ll die a horrible death!”

“You tampered with it!”

Gavin Clifford, unfazed, replied,

“Are you angry from embarrassment?”

“Isn’t that your move?”

“You dare to use this move without mastering it? You really haven’t thought of your own escape route!”

Orson Blackwell could feel his skin burning. Despite his pride, he couldn’t risk his life.

With a thud, Orson Blackwell knelt on the ground.