Mitchell's laughter abruptly stopped. He closed his mouth, raised his head, and looked coldly at Chen Daolin on the fighter jet. Finally, his gaze settled on the silver-gray triangular fighter. "Are you from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall?"
Chen Daolin did not answer. His eyes swept over the chaotic, devastated street, passing over Ma Jian, Gai Nuo, and the corpse of the burly white man. His expression turned cold. With a whoosh, he leaped from the sky like an eagle and pounced toward Mitchell.
Mitchell did not recognize Chen Daolin because, ever since setting out to avenge himself, he had not entered the God of War Palace for a long time and rarely interacted with others. He had no idea that the Extreme Martial Arts Hall had gained two more "Invincible Gods of War."
Seeing Chen Daolin suddenly jump down, a flicker of astonishment appeared on his face. He was also puzzled. Has he gone mad? Can't he see that I've already surpassed the God of War level? Watching Chen Daolin draw closer, Mitchell revealed a cold smile. "No matter who he is, if he wants to die, I'll grant his wish."
Mitchell had always been an exceedingly crazed man. Otherwise, he would never have taken the initiative to ambush members of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. Now, Chen Daolin's provocation stirred up his ferocity even further, making him cast aside his apprehension toward the Extreme Martial Arts Hall as he prepared to begin a massacre.
Boom—
Just as Chen Daolin was about to reach him, Mitchell shot forward. Flames surged up his thick, muscular arm and gathered around his fist. He threw a vicious punch at Chen Daolin, instantly exceeding ten times the speed of sound. In almost an instant, it struck Chen Daolin's body.
Bang!
A heavy muffled