My Waste Husband
Chapter 1039

Chapter 1039

Irenio subconsciously put his arms in front of himself, trying to block Henry's attack.

"Crack!" A crisp snap sound.

Irenio was sent flying like a kite that had broken off its string. He slammed into the mountain and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Henry shook his fist and said, "Told you so, this is just a fact."

"Pah!"

Irenio spat out another mouthful of blood. His face turned a deathly pale. "You... you aren't even at the late stage of Qi Transformation. You've long since achieved the stage of the Qi-concentrating Realm!"

"Never have I ever said that I was at the late stage of the Qi-Concentration Realm." Henry smiled and said, "But whether or nor I'm at the stage of the Qi-concentrating Realm, I can't be too sure, all I know is this, you're still too weak to face me."

Henry's feet pushed off the ground, and he appeared in front of Irenio's eyes in the next second.

Irenio's pupils shrank once more, because he noticed that Henry's current speed had gotten even faster than when he had attacked him earlier. That would have meant that even when Henry had struck him with a blow that totally overwhelmed him, he was still hiding his true strength! How strong could he possibly be?! Didn't he just practice Qi for less than a year? How was that possible?!

"That thing in your sleeve is called a kunai, right?" Henry threw a glance at Irenio's sleeve.

Irenio shuddered. The kunai hidden in his sleeve was precisely his key to turning the tables. Who would have thought that Henry would have already noticed it before he even had the chance to take

it out? Just how terrifying was this person?

"The trial is almost over, and you've spread the news that I had intended for you to spread. I'm sorry, you're useless to me now, so I no longer see the need for me to let you continue living here." Henry raised his hand and slowly slashed across the neck of Irenio.

Irenio's pupils dilated, and a few seconds later, it began to relax.

Henry walked to the edge of the cliff. The thick fog pervaded the air, making it impossible for him to look into the distance.

"Looks like this year isn't going to be a good one for me." Henry stretched lazily and said, "The trial is coming to an end, but, will be the Intensive Trials be that simple?"

A few days later, a steam whistle sounded, alerting all on the island.

The cruise ship was docked at bay, proving that the trial had finally come to an end.

The two men who had been fighting for a steamed bun stopped almost simultaneously, a look of relief then formed across their faces.

When the shrill of the steam whistle sounded, nearly everyone turned to look at the direction of the sound.

Henry had already boarded the ship, and was lying comfortably in the luxurious bathtub, enjoying a hot bath. He grabbed his mobile phone, tapped open his contact list, and placed his fingers onto the contact labelled "wifey" several times, but didn't dial at the end.

On the deck of the cruise ship, people got aboard following one after another. Their expressions looked as if they had just survived a disaster.

The cruise ship was the same as before. However, compared to before they had set foot on the island, the cruise ship felt much more spacious.

Arland, who had previously made a bet with Henry, and the strong woman who had carried Arland away, were unable to board the ship in the end.

Among the members of the Sharp Knife team, only Helen and another team member of the Sharp Knife remained, but the two of them were very far away from each other.

Alvin and Sloane both boarded the ship, supporting each other along the way.

Flynn was walked along the path that lead to the deck. The short-haired woman followed behind him. Everyone kept a distance of at least ten metres away from Flynn. Tales of Flynn's invincibility had already spread like wildfire.

"Everyone, please gather at the east side of the deck. Each of you must first provide corresponding evidence, only then you'll count as having completed this trial," The megaphone of the ship sounded.

The people who returned from the island all walked to the east side of the deck with blank looks over their faces. Official personnel stood by to issue the trial certificates.

The trial certificate came in the form of a black card. It was the size of a regular bank card, on it was an image of a bloodied demon face.

"Name and association?"

Helen was asked two simple questions when she walked over to receive her test certificate.

"Helen, The Sharp Knife."

The words "Helen, The Sharp Knife" were engraved on the certificate that had the number 20082 on it.

Helen looked at the bloodied demon face on the black card in her hand and murmured, "So this is the highest achievement of the underground world, the certificate of the Devil's Test?"

There were several spots where the certificates could be collected.

When Alvin and Sloane arrived at the counter, the personnel at the counter took a glance at them and said, "Dear King of Hell, you have not completed the final mission, therefore you're unqualified to receive the trial certificate."

"Unqualified?" Alvin frowned.

"Yes," the personnel replied, "this has always been stated in the rules of the Devil trial. If you want the certificate, you just have to complete the task that you were given... Now get down on your knees..."

"Bullsh*t!" Alvin bellowed. "What certificate? I don't need it!"

Alvin waved his hand and strode away after saying that.

"Madam, this is your certificate. Please provide me with your name and association."

"If he doesn't receive it, then I don't need it either." Sloane shook her head and went after Alvin.

Alvin, who had already taken a few steps away from the counter, stopped in his tracks as he heard those words. His spirits, which had long since been lost in the Loulan Desert, suddenly seemed to burn again at that moment.

"Why don't I get it? Tell me why!" In front of another distribution desk, the short- haired woman who followed behind Flynn throughout the whole trial screamed.

Flynn also frowned.

"Sorry, Miss. Your every move on the island had been closely observed. You completely lucked yourself through, so it's natural you are unqualified to receive the trial certificate. Mr. Flynn, this is your trial certificate." The staff replied, then handed over Flynn's trial certificate.

"You never told us about this!" The woman roared angrily. The trial certificate was very important to her.

"Madam, it's not totally impossible for you yet. Before the cruise arrives at its destination, the trial isn't completely over, here is your final task. If you complete this task successfully, you'll pass the trial." The personnel handed the woman an embroidered pouch.

The woman hurriedly opened the embroidered pouch. A note was written in it. After taking a glance at it, the woman trembled, and quickly put the note back into the embroidered pouch.

"Madam, please be reminded that there aren't many opportunities left. When the boat reaches its destination, the trial will officially be over."

The woman just nodded her head in silence.

The number of staff organised by Radiant Island was very sufficient. Very quickly, the thousands of people who had returned from the Trial Island had received their certificates. Everyone was then handed their room keys and had returned to rest in their rooms.

Some chose to first take a good nap, some chose to a hot bath, and some chose to enjoy a good meal. Of course, there were also some who made calls to share their joys with friends and families, as if they were students who had just passed their examinations with flying colours.