My Waste Husband
Chapter 1672

Chapter 1672



In the current situation, it could be said that the only things that could affect the flow of the battlefield were the ancestral weapons.

The clash of the ancestral weapons affected everyone. Everything came to a halt on the battlefield, all eyes, regardless of orcs or humans were fixed on the two men on top of the stick.

Looking at Gaspare who stood in front of him, Ranjeet felt that his legs turn a little weak. One, because he felt a little scared. Secondly, because he had used up too much strength from earlier.

"What's the deal with that scrap metal hammer, old fart?" Ranjeet said as he placed his hands on his waist. "If you have any skill at all, why don't you fight bare-handed, just like me!"

"What a sharp-tongued brat." Gaspare said, and swung the hammer at Ranjeet.

"Whoo, you sneaky old fart, you tried to do a sneak attack!" Ranjeet yelled out comically, and jumped off the stick. The stick then shrunk until it returned to its original size. Ranjeet held the stick in his hand and swung it at the top of Gaspare's head.

The hammer and the stick collided, it was a collision between of two great ancestral weapons.

The collision resulted in a dull thud, it sounded nothing out of the ordinary, but the impact caused everyone around to feel a sense of tightness in their chests, as if they were suffocating.

Ranjeet could feel the great might of his opponent's hammer through the collision, which was enough to numb his hands.

"Were you even trying, you old fart? You look more like a blacksmith than a fighter! Eat this!" Ranjeet's movements did not stop even as he ran his mouth. He raised the stick in his hand and struck once more at Gaspare.

Gaspare's face was livid from all of Ranjeet's words, he was no match for a Ranjeet when it came to words. He could only concentrate all of his anger on his attacks at Ranjeet.

The two great ancestral weapons continued clashing against each other.

Everyone on the battlefield felt as if their chests were constantly pounding like war drums. As the pounding intensified, they feeling as if their hearts were about to leap out of their chests.

That was how powerful the ancestral weapons were. Even under the powerful restrictions of the ancient battlefield, it could still affect those around it. Ranjeet and Gaspare exchanged dozens of blows in the blink of an eye, with Gaspare clearly having the upper hand over Ranjeet. As Ranjeet struggled, Gaspare attacked with ease, as though he did not have to put in any effort into it.

"Heh heh, this is all you've got, yet you still dare to spout such haughty words." Gaspare chuckled. "Didn't your elders teach you anything about being humble?"

"Nope." Ranjeet shook his head solemnly. "My master only told me to watch my appetite."

"Insolent brat!" Gaspare roared and struck again. He wanted to smash Ranjeet into paste with the hammer in his hand.

He continued to attack with two consecutive moves, while Ranjeet could only retreat. He was no match for Gaspare at all.

"This guy is very strong." Ranulfo stared at Gaspare. "He's stronger than us both, at the very least. Your fat buddy there won't be able to hold him off for much longer."

Gardiner spoke, his gaze still fixed at Gaspare, "How much do you know about the Core? He's able to wield the ancestral weapons as he pleases? Can you guess his identity?"

"I can think of a few capable of that." Ranulfo spoke with a serious look in his eyes. "But if even they are standing on the side of the orcs, it would mean that the day is coming." "Let it come then." Gardiner suddenly smiled. "Now that things have become so chaotic, they might as well be settled altogether. The Elite Spirit Hall has always been bizarre from the very beginning of their existence!"

"It won't be easy dealing with them, now that the Elite Spirit Hall and Taoist Jade Virtual have joined hands." Ranulfo shook his head.

"Easy or not, we still have to fight." Gardiner inhaled deeply. "Some people of the Taoist Jade Virtual must die. Even if I don't kill them, Henry will do it! I can't imagine the consequences if something bad really happens to Sylvia."

While Gardiner and Ranulfo talked, Ranjeet had his hands full with Gaspare, they exchanged more than 10 blows. At that moment, Ranjeet was already retreating as much as he could, he was covered with dust, no longer looking as valiant as he used to when he first arrived at the battlefield.

Gaspare walked slowly towards Ranjeet with the hammer still in his hand.

"I can beat you up for real, motherfucker! But now that you dare to embarrass me in front of so many people, I am angry for real now!" Ranjeet's stick was erect on the ground, but he was seated cross-legged on the ground, and had begun muttering

incantations.

A sudden gust of wind blew at Ranjeet, and his kasaya fluttered with the wind. The tiny hairs that had just grown on top of his meaty head fell off naturally, revealing the dotted scars that had been branded on by Japheth.

Ranjeet suddenly opened his eyes, and golden light seemed to shine from it!

'Tve turned bald, but I've grown stronger!"

Ranjeet stretched out his hand once more and grabbed the stick in front of him. The moment he grabbed the stick, a surge of energy radiated from him, causing Gaspare to immediately stop walking towards him.

"The awakening of the bloodline, huh." Gaspare looked at Ranjeet and said, "So what if he has awakened the power of your bloodline. There are some differences that can never be made up for!"

Gaspare leaped forward, swinging his hammer at the same time, aiming to smash Ranjeet.

Ranjeet merely raised his staff

slightly, deflecting the heavy blow from Gaspare's hammer, he then spun around quickly, the fat body of his felt incredibly light at that moment. He held his staff at his waist and delivered a heavy blow onto the back of the Gaspare with a powerful sweep.

Gaspare was staggered with shock, he then quickly steadied himself. Just as he was about to strike back at Ranjeet, another blow was delivered. The staff hit the wrist of Gaspare, nearly sending the hammer flying out of his hand.

"You're pathetic, you can't even withstand a single blow! Come, let me show you the results of my daily training of 200 push-ups!"

The staff in Ranjeet's hand suddenly grew in size, growing up to 10 meters long and 2 meters thick in the blink of an eye.

Ranjeet held the stick in an embrace,

and swung it down violently, smashing Gaspare into the ground Gaspare raised his hammer to block the attack, but his efforts were in vain The heavy smash from Ranjeet had embedded him calves deep into the ground.

"Suck on this!" Ranjeet burst into the sky and erected the staff in front of himself, then planted his feet on the top of the staff.

"Die! You son of a b*tch!"

Ranjeet sent the gigantic staff crashing downwards with a heavy stomp.

"Boom!"

An ear shattering boom sounded, Gaspare was completely crushed under the bottom end of the staff. When the staff finally touched the ground, Gaspare was no longer anywhere to be seen.

Ranjeet stood on one leg atop the staff and put his palms together in front of his chest.

"Amitabha. May the heavens have mercy. I did not desire to kill anyone, but that old bastard was too arrogant. May I be forgiven for my sin.