Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1351: Breaking the Stalemate

"It’s my turn!"

Lyman Davenport’s expression was as still as water.

The two great experts of Rat Town, after all, have been put in such an embarrassing situation by a single cold arrow!

And under the watchful eyes of everyone!

Having been proud for so long, his dignity could not tolerate the slightest provocation!

When he heard the sound of the arrow cutting through the air, Lyman Davenport suddenly moved in front of Scott Davis.

His hands came together in prayer!

In between his palms, the air suddenly blurred!

"Swoosh!"

The arrow tore through the air!

In the blink of an eye, it was already in front of Lyman Davenport!

Zzzt!

However, as the sharp arrow passed between Lyman Davenport’s palms,

It began to tremble incessantly!

And even let out a wail!

Its speed drastically slowed down!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Lyman Davenport retreated explosively, the distance between his body and the arrowhead getting smaller and smaller.

Finally.

The arrow hung in the air.

Stationary.

"Will this work?" Scott Davis asked in a low voice.

His shoulder, where his white clothing was completely stained red.

Like blossoming red lotuses on the snowy ground.

The bleeding had already stopped.

But the arrowhead piercing through his shoulder could not be removed at the moment.

"It’s no big deal!" Lyman Davenport snorted coldly, his hands abruptly coming together!

Crack!

The arrowhead turned into powder. novelbuddy.cσ๓

The powdered steel scattered into the air.

Lyman Davenport slowly separated his hands, gazing ahead and muttered to himself, "Some skills. But still beneath me."

"Can you handle them?" Scott Davis asked with uncertainty.

It was precisely his carelessness that resulted in being hit by an arrow.

"Easily." Lyman Davenport took a deep breath, his eyes fixed ahead.

That was the direction from which the arrow came.

"Wait here for me."

He waved his hand behind him, and the Seventh Route henchmen immediately went back to report.

There were also a few people with a carriage, stopped in front of the two men.

"Young master, there are over a thousand of them!" The man was a Scout, responsible for reconnaissance.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Scott Davis’s expression turned as still as water.

"Mr. Reed, shall we retreat? The Ninth Route is likely to have come out in full force. How about I stay behind to distract them, while you lead our men to strike at their lair?"

Scott Davis often played the role of a strategist in Rat Town, but his martial skills were no less impressive.

The forces from each route numbered around a thousand men, especially the Ninth Route, with only one Bull Town.

This time, with a thousand men from the Ninth Route emerging, Bull Town must certainly be a ghost town.

"Good idea, but the one who should lead the sneak attack should be you. As for staying behind to distract?" Lyman Davenport shook his head, somewhat arrogantly: "I can kill them all!"

"Maybe I should be the one to stay behind and distract..."

"Judge Davis, there’s no need! I, Marcel Reed, have already made my decision, and as you know, it’s very hard to change a decision I’ve made." Marcel Reed interrupted Scott Davis, turned around with his people, and faced ahead.

"Caution is the best policy!"

Scott Davis knew he had no way to change the opponent’s mind, so he simply closed his eyes, grabbed the arrow’s fletching with his right hand, and yanked it out fiercely!

Blood splattered everywhere.

At the wound, there were even some bone fragments.

"Judge Davis!" Several lackeys from Seventh Route rushed over, asking with some concern: "You should go back and get that wound treated first."

"It’s nothing!"

Scott Davis took out a small medicine bottle from his bosom and gently dotted it on the wound.

The white powder adhering to the torn flesh quickly dissolved.

And the bleeding stopped abruptly, no longer continuing to flow.

He pressed on the shoulder wound, feeling much better.

At least, it no longer hurt as much.

"Gather three hundred men, and let’s take a detour to Rat Town!" He ordered to one of the Seventh Route lackeys behind him.

"Judge Davis, Rat Town is the main base of the Ninth Route. If we take it down, wouldn’t Swimming City be shaken? You should know that the City Lord and the commanders of the Ninth Route are in a meeting, even the Ghost Boss is there! If things really escalate..." someone reminded in a low voice.

Conflicts are one thing, killing is another.

After all, it was Hagan Marsh’s adopted son who provoked them first, and the two who died were both within Rat Town’s territory.

But if they really take down Rat Town, that would be an intentional move to eradicate the Ninth Route!

Once the balance in Swimming City is broken, the entire city will surely be shaken.

Even the City Lord would not allow such things to happen.

"What does Commander Cook mean?" Scott Davis clearly hesitated; he lifted his head and looked at Lyman Davenport.

The situation was getting serious.

There’s no turning back once the bow is drawn, and by then it would be too late for anything.

"Commander Cook’s meaning?" Lyman Davenport chuckled softly: "What does our action have to do with Commander Cook? This is something that the elder son has arranged for us to do. The commander is in Swimming City and is unaware. You and I are just following the orders of the elder son."

"Is it really the right thing to do?" Scott Davis frowned deeply, already forgetting the wound on his shoulder.

"Rare opportunity." Lyman Davenport, with his hands clasped behind his back, sighed: "For years, nine powers have divided the governance of Swimming City. This balance, in fact, many people want to break. But with the City Lord present, things are always nipped in the bud."

"That’s the elder son!" Scott Davis’s eyes reddened as he roared, "The eldest son of Commander Cook! The commander’s favorite person is the elder son! By doing this, have you not considered the commander’s feelings?"

While Xander Cook was in a meeting in Swimming City, handling all matters big and small in Rat Town, it was indeed the elder son in charge.

It was also the person Julius Reed disguised as Delaney and severely beat up at the entrance of Rat Town.

"Heh." Lyman Davenport suddenly laughed coldly.

"Scott Davis, standing at the center of the vortex, don’t you understand the principle?" He turned around, unusually talkative: "I, Lyman Davenport, am loyal to Commander Cook in this life, and everything I do will not go against the will of Commander Cook!"

Having said that, he leaped onto the carriage and shouted, "Let’s go!"

The carriage roared away.

Leaving behind a somewhat dazed Scott Davis.

"Ha... even a tiger does not eat its cubs." Scott Davis shook his head and closed his eyes to calm himself down.

"Let’s go, to Rat Town!"

When he opened his eyes again, there was a hint of frenzy in Scott Davis’s eyes.

"No matter what, I must help Commander Cook make his mark!"

To break the status quo of nine powers governing Swimming City, Scott Davis wanted to be the one to shatter it!

"General Grove, look." Nicholas Pendleton said worriedly as he pointed to the rapidly approaching carriage, "On the carriage is Lyman Davenport, known as Mr. Casey. This man is highly skilled; just now, he was able to catch your arrow barehanded."

Lyman Davenport’s reputation was known throughout the Ninth Route.

Facing such a monster, Nicholas Pendleton couldn’t help feeling some trepidation.

Hagan Marsh’s trip into the city took away all the Grandmaster experts from Rat Town, leaving only an array of adopted sons to guard it.

The development of the situation to this point was unexpected to everyone.

"Four words." Julius Reed took an arrow from his quiver and nocked it onto the bowstring: "Strike first, gain advantage."

Whoosh!

The sharp arrow tore through the air!

Atop the small carriage, Lyman Davenport’s aura erupted fiercely!

The strong become stronger in the presence of another strong!

"Come on! I haven’t had such a thrilling fight in a long time!" He brought his hands together in front of him vigorously!

An invisible force slowly coalesced between his hands.

The air, once again, became blurry.