Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1352: Path of Weaponry

Hum!

The arrow, touching the twisted air, instantly shattered.

Lyman Davenport, expressionless, stood atop the limousine, continuing to gaze in the direction of the nine paths.

"Interesting," muttered Lillian Tompson in a low voice. Clad in a straw raincoat and wearing a black conical hat, she stood next to Julius Reed. "Seems very strong. But why haven’t I ever seen this technique before?"

Having lived for over a hundred years and being part of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Lillian Tompson had seen all sorts of strange people and techniques.

But this technique from Lyman Davenport was indeed very odd.

"Path of Weaponry," Julius Reed drew another sharp arrow and placed it on the string.

Nicholas Pendleton, standing beside him, was visibly nervous.

"General Grove, Lyman Davenport is very powerful. If we are no match for him, perhaps we should retreat to Rat Town first," he said, clearly frightened.

If his coup failed and he ended up killed, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?

Moreover, with Howie Will and Seamus Jackson dead in Rat Town, the goal of eliminating adversaries had been achieved.

"No worries," squinting one eye, Julius Reed aimed the arrowhead towards Lyman Davenport.

Full draw!

Arrow released!

"Path of Weaponry, very insidious. I’ve seen a Grandmaster of Path of Weaponry before, and I’ve killed quite a few," Julius Reed said in a low voice to Lillian Tompson after shooting the arrow, before suddenly plucking the bowstring. "A Grandmaster of Path of Weaponry is adept with various weapons. Their favorite is barehanded combat. When facing an adversary, a powerful Grandmaster can control the opponent’s weapon. But this one here, doesn’t even count as half-made."

Path of Weaponry, like the Way of the Overlord, is rare in this world.

Firstly, because the practice is tremendously difficult.

Secondly, the cost of entering the path through weapons is high, out of reach for ordinary Martial Artists.

From ordinary Martial Artists to breaking through to Grandmaster, countless weapons are consumed in the process.

Moreover, the materials required are not only expensive to produce, but after a single use, they vanish like those arrow feathers, turning into dust.

Completely vanished.

"I see," Lillian Tompson nodded and said with a chuckle, "Shall I go and meet him?"

"I will kill him with my own hands," Julius Reed said, stopping the vibrating bowstring with finality.

Nicholas Pendleton, standing by, only heard the trembling sound of the bowstring, completely failing to catch what the two were discussing.

But Lyman Davenport had already arrived before them.

"Nicholas Pendleton?"

After leaping down from the limousine, Lyman Davenport asked coldly, "Coming to die?"

"Mr. Reed, my sworn brother is in Rat Town, and on the orders of my foster father, I have come to take him back," Nicholas Pendleton spoke out.

Yet his gaze was shifty, somewhat afraid to look directly into the other’s eyes.

"I’ve also killed your two brothers," Lyman Davenport’s mouth lifted slightly. "Now, it’s your turn."

"Lyman Davenport, I’m aware of your formidable skills, but to continuously murder my sworn brothers is a bit too disrespectful to the nine paths, and Commander Marsh is not someone you should take lightly!"

Pointing at Lyman Davenport, who was dressed in a suit, Nicholas Pendleton said with a lack of confidence, "The nine paths govern Swimming City together, this pact, I believe Mr. Reed has not forgotten, right?"

"Bullshit rules. I came here to kill you!"

Having said that, he lunged forward furiously!

"Protect the third master!"

Several lackeys of the nine paths rushed forward, trying to protect Nicholas Pendleton.

Crack!

Lyman Davenport made his move with deadly force, and in just an instant, over a dozen bodies were already lying on the ground.

Nicholas Pendleton, terrified, hastened to retreat, but however fast he was, he could not outpace Lyman Davenport!

In a flash of lightning, Lyman Davenport’s hand was less than half a meter from his throat!

Despair filled Nicholas Pendleton’s eyes.

Slap!

But suddenly,

Julius Reed appeared out of nowhere, directly seizing Lyman Davenport’s wrist.

"Quick! Get him!" As Nicholas Pendleton came to his senses, he immediately hid behind the lackeys of the nine paths and commanded loudly.

"The one who shot the arrows, was it you?" Lyman Davenport’s eyebrows knit slightly.

Then, a trace of excitement flashed across his face.

Interesting.

Finally found the person who shot the cold arrows.

A wielder of weaponry controls all the weapons in the world.

And also knows deep inside the drawbacks of each weapon used by Martial Artists.

For instance, the archer.

Long-range combat is what they excel at; once it comes to close-quarters combat, their fighting power plummets significantly.

Lyman Davenport had to admit, the archer before him was strong.

So strong that, for the first time, he went all out.

Yet there was still some regret.

At such close quarters, an archer couldn’t possibly win against him.

In the end, the adversary fell.

"Does it make a difference whether it’s me or not?" Julius Reed removed his bamboo hat, revealing the face of Solaris Grove.

"Of course, it does!" Lyman Davenport didn’t rush to break free, but instead spoke with a smile: "Only by killing the one who shoots arrows from the shadows do I feel a sense of accomplishment!"

"Then please remember my name." Julius Reed enunciated deliberately: "General Whitaker of The North Sea, Solaris Grove!"

He refrained from using his own title in order to secretly understand Isabella Warm’s actions.

Moreover, once news of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s Sovereign appearing in Swimming City got out, he would face unprecedented trouble.

Julius Reed was not afraid of trouble, but he did not like it.

Although his strength continued to recover, ever since he acquired the Divine Dragon Tripod, his progress had strangely stalled.

To reach the pinnacle, there was still some time to go.

Thus, it was perfect to impersonate Solaris Grove, which would pin the blame on The North Sea as well as cover his real identity.

The murkier the waters of Swimming City became, the better it was for his investigation into Isabella Warm.

Besides, he had heard that the Vein Holder, who had been defeated, was still in Swimming City.

"The North Sea?" Lyman Davenport’s brow furrowed slightly: "The North Sea Imperial Court?"

Recently The North Sea had been gaining momentum, having first killed two Arhats of the West Sea, then executed three Elders of Shu Mountain, and on the way, eradicated the strongest Assassin organization, Deep Cold.

A North Sea like this, hard to not have heard about it.

"Is there a problem?" Julius Reed asked with a smile: "So, can we start? I am eager to kill you."

"Of course." Lyman Davenport seemed to be amused by that statement.

He exerted force suddenly, his right hand morphing from a palm to a claw, and swiftly reversed the grip!

But Julius Reed’s hand, like a pair of iron pincers, did not budge at all.

"Hmm?"

Lyman Davenport narrowed his eyes, an expression of seriousness on his face.

He exerted force again!

But still, he couldn’t break free!

As a Grandmaster, Lyman Davenport knew very well that he was facing an expert.

He stopped trying to break free and instead, his other hand swiftly smashed down on Julius Reed’s arm!

Whoosh!

Julius Reed withdrew his arm, causing Lyman Davenport to grasp at thin air.

The two were one meter apart, eyes locked onto each other.

"Grandmaster?" Lyman Davenport inquired, "An archer shouldn’t be this strong."

"Who told you I was an archer?" Julius Reed quickly took an arrow and drew the bow!

Swoosh!

At such close distance.

The arrow shot out fiercely!

"Break!"

Lyman Davenport brought his hands together, once again crushing the arrow feathers to dust.

"Young man, you’re too weak. An archer, once in close quarters, has only a dead end!" He laughed loudly while blowing the powder away, his eyes filled with pride.

"Then this bow, I’ll present it to you!" Julius Reed threw the longbow forward and swiftly lunged!

Bang!

Fist against fist!

Lyman Davenport shattered the longbow with his left hand, his right hand colliding with Julius Reed.

The powerful impact forced him to retreat several steps backward.

"Open your eyes wide!" Lyman Davenport roared, abruptly tearing his suit to pieces!

Revealing the snow-white shirt underneath.

"In this world, there is no weapon that doesn’t obey me!" he shouted arrogantly.

"Is that right?"

Upon hearing this.

Julius Reed slowly placed his hand on his waist, and ferociously drew the Sword of Hell: "How about trying this one first?"