My Waste Husband
Chapter 1058

Chapter 1058

Wyck, who was hiding in a corner, noticed that something was not right. Before Robine even reached him, he had already turned and ran towards Robine's follower.

An originally many-on-one battle had turned into a bout of pursuit because of the sudden changes that the disciple of Renier had gone through.

The four fled wildly around the arena while Renier's disciple chased after them relentlessly. The four of them did not mean to flee together, but due to their earlier intentions of bring all of them down together, they were totally unable to escape. Whenever Dalton wanted to flee in a different direction, Robine immediately followed, and when Robine wanted to leave, Dalton clung on tightly to her.

More importantly, while they were running, they could still hear a voice coming from the edge of the ring.

"Your Daddy, Dalton, is here. Come and get your daddy!"

"Would you believe that your Daddy will chop your head off and use it as a urine pot?"

"Seriously, release a dog here and even it could catch up to me, your daddy Dalton!"

Flynn's voice rang over and over. In the disciple of Reiner's current condition, he was unable to figure out where the voice was coming from. He only knew to hunt down and kill the people in front of him. His flames of fury continued flaring as he heard the ringing of that voice.

As Dalton ran for his life, all that he desired was to solve this problem as quickly as possible, and then tear Flynn's mouth into shreds.

Above them, the bishops watched on at the scene below.

Renier spoke once more, "Hebor, Mercator, if this goes on, I'm not sure what my disciple might do. Just give up, all of you."

On the surface, Renier displayed a look of regret, but in his heart, he was incredibly anxious. The Heart Poison Bug in his hand did not have much energy left. This meant that his disciple would not be able to maintain his current state for much longer. If this went on, the Heart Poison Bug in his body would completely suck away all of the blood in his heart, which would result is his death in the end.

If he really did die, Renier would not be heartbroken. However, he knew that he might be unable to retain his position as the Archbishop of Oceania, and be directly assigned to Antarctica.

When Mercator saw that Renier's disciple was closing in more and more at his own daughter, he was absolutely against his daughter endangering herself for this matter. Just as he was about to admit defeat in order to rescue his daughter, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Come on, he's already at his limit. Let's fight back!"

When the four of them, who were busy fleeing, heard this voice, they subconsciously stopped in their tracks and condensed their Qi, and then turned to face Renier's disciple. Unfortunately, they did not see him in a weakened state; he was still full of vigour. They had lost their opportunity to escape the second they stopped running.

"Wyck, what were you yelling about!" Dalton yelled furiously.

Wyck's face was pale as a sheet. He frantically shook his head. "It wasn't me."

"Alright, enough chitchat. Let's take him on together, or else we'll all die!" Robine's eyes were grave as she urged.

"Morvyn, your lad is so cunning," said Kipp with a smile.

Bishop Morvyn had a strange look on his face. He was contemplating whether he had been right to send his son to train under the former king of hell. What he did was not something a bishop would do. Although his methods were obnoxious, Morvyn was still happy with him doing that. Had they not been in that current situation, Randell would have given his son a thumbs up.

The voice just now was from Flynn. Flynn was able to lower his voice to imitate Wyck.

Faced with of the fury of Renier's disciple, Dalton and the other three did not dare to hold back. They launched their most powerful attacks almost in unison in an effort to fight back.

The disciples of Renier fought against four of them alone. Not using any fancy moves, he simply blasted a punch at them. Dalton and the other three were sent flying backwards together, all of them spitted blood after sustaining serious injuries.

"Go on, kill them, kill them all!" Upon seeing that, Renier's heart raced with excitement, and unconsciously strengthened his grip on the Heart Poison Bug that was in his grasp.

Disciple Renier let out a pained roar, then leapt at Wyck.

Wyck lay heavily injured on the ground, there was nowhere for him to run. When he saw Renier's disciple charging at him, he roared out frantically," I surrender! I surrender!"

The bishops that watched above had long been prepared. The moment Wyck admitted defeat, Hebor appeared in front of Wyck with a flash and drove a palm towards Renier's disciple.

Renier's disciple was sent flying by Hebor's palm in the middle of his attack.

Hebor snorted coldly, then leapt into the air.

Wyck, who had admitted defeat, also stumbled off the arena hurriedly.

Renier could feel the Heart Poison Bug trembling violently in his grasp. This meant that the palm attack from Hebor earlier had caused quite a bit of damage to his disciple.

"Hebor, you have gone a bit too far! A bishop like you actually attacked my disciple!" Renier said, obviously unhappy about it.

Hebor had an indifferent expression on his face. "I was just trying to maintain the order of this selection. Wyck had already admitted defeat, yet your disciple continued his attack, it was him who violated the rules first. He's already lucky enough that I didn't cancel his qualifications."

Renier snorted coldly and said no more.

Renier's disciple, who had been knocked down by Hebor, got up with difficulty. The location he was knocked to was just a short distance away from Robine, and that was something that had been deliberately done by Hebor.

After casually wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Renier's disciple locked on to Robine.

"We admit defeat." Bishop Mercator, who had been watching from above, could no longer take it. He landed directly onto the arena, picked up his daughter, and then drifted off to the ground.

After Robine had admitted defeat and left, her follower also let out a great sigh of relief and flipped down from the ring after announcing that he too had admitted defeat.

Right now, only Renier's disciple and Dalton were still standing in the arena.

Henry and Flynn crouched low at the edge of the arena. There remained silent, completely hiding their existence.

Renier was overjoyed. Only Dalton remained. All that had to be done was to finish him off, and he would be in the first place of this round. Even if he did not participate in the next round, his ranking would still not be considered low, and he would be able to not continue living in poor Oceania.

After all, there could only be one final winner after the third round of each session, which was the Eastern Continent.

In the past, Sanford was invincible. He easily defeated the six cardinals with overwhelming power. Sanford did not make it this time, but the successor he had chosen would definitely not be a weakling! This fact was recognised by every bishop!

Renier's disciple slowly made his way towards Dalton. The heavily injured Dalton lay still on the ground. All he could do was watch Renier's disciple step towards him steadily.

Hebor stood in the air, ready to attack any time, but he first had to wait for Dalton to admit defeat. After all, the existence of a disciple was much less important than his status in the future.

Just as Renier's disciple was about to arrive in front of Dalton, the Heart Poison Bug in Renier's hand suddenly exploded.

"Oh no!" Renier blurted out subconsciously.

As soon Renier as said that, his disciple in the arena suddenly collapsed forward, then fell motionless onto the ground.