Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 353 Two-star Grand Warriors (Part One)

"How dare you threaten me?" warned Ethan, anger flashing across his eyes. He was a very irritable guy. Without hesitation, he waved his hand in an attempt to slap the Grand Blood Refiner upon hearing the latter's words. But Stark, who was clad in a blue robe and stood by Ethan's side, took a firm hold of his arm and stopped him in time.

"Don't take rash actions, Ethan. If you push them too much, they might kill Gerald. What are we going to do then if that happens?” said Stark calmly as he continued to grip Ethan's arm.

"You know me, Gerald. I hate to be threatened. I must kill anybody who threatens me. So if they really kill you, I swear to avenge for you!"

"You..."

Ethan's absurd words apparently irritated Gerald very much that he was lost for words. He was so enraged that the veins in his head looked like it was about to pop. Immediately, he puked a mouthful of blood.

The Grand Blood Refiner's hand felt a dramatic throb in Gerald's heart as it was placed exactly upon the latter's chest. Gerald seemed very angry and frustrated at this friend of his

"Ethan, you asshole. If I die here because of you, I will never forgive you. My ghost will come to you and drink every drop of your blood. Let them go, you idiot!" exclaimed Gerald desperately with the last share of his strength.

"Bullshit! You'll die because of me? You're the most stupid and useless warrior in the world. As a two-star grand warrior, you lost your battle to several one-star grand warriors. Shame on you!" Ethan degraded, his eyes glared with fiery wrath.

Hearing this hot-tempered warrior's words, Darren and his companions began to feel worried about the current situation. It seemed this so-called friend of Gerald didn't care too much about Gerald's life. They would be in great trouble if this mad man went crazy. Especially since they would no longer use Gerald as a hostage to manage him

"Calm down, Ethan. We don't have to kill those incapable warriors at the price of Gerald's life. I know how to deal with them.” A confident smile emerged on Stark's face. Actually, he was a charming guy with graceful bearing.

"Shackle!" Stark murmured the spell. The air around him stirred all of a sudden to form wisps of unseen shackle. Then they darted to the Grand Blood Refiner at a fleeting speed.

"Fantastic. I almost forgot this magical skill of yours! Even two-star grand warriors cannot get rid of your shackle spell until approximately ten seconds later. Those one-star bastards are doomed now," uttered Ethan. A big smile replaced his earlier frown and his temper was slowly cooling at the bright idea.

Darren was utterly shocked at their attack that he was unable to move even a piece of his muscles any more. He was rooted to his spot, startled at the unexpected move. The same was happening to all of his companions including the Grand Blood Refiner, Chad and Scott.

Darren had once seen a disciple of the Lotus Holy Land use the same kind of the shackle skill. But Stark's shackle skill was apparently much more powerful than that of the disciple.

A gush of air filled the ears of Darren and his companions. It sent chills down their spines.

Ethan darted towards the Grand Blood Refiner like a shadow of ghost, and took Gerald from his hands without difficulty. In an instant, he was able to take Gerald without so much as a struggle. Darren and his grand warrior companions watched all this happen with fear looming in their hearts. All of them had turned so weak that they didn't have the strength of protecting themselves. Their enemies were two two-star grand warriors, who seemed at the most excellent state of fighting. If they intended to kill all of them, there was no chance for any of them to survive.

The first thing Gerald's two friends did after rescuing him from their enemies was to heal his wounds. Thus, for a period of time, they didn't pay attention to Darren and his companions until this urgent thing was done.

About two hours later, Gerald recovered a little after the healing. Many of his major wounds healed to smaller ones. He then opened his eyes and walked towards his enemies with a furious expression. With his wounds healed and his strength coming back to him, he was more confident than ever. "That's good of you. Seems I've underestimated every one of you, dreadful ants!

Now it's your time to taste the cruelest torment in the world!"

He waved his hands towards one of the grand warriors as he spoke to his enemies with clenched teeth. With a miserable shriek, one of this warrior's legs was immediately smashed to slurry of flesh "Gerald, you freaky beast. You'll die in misery, I swear!" The eyes of Chad, Brian and all the other warriors on Darren's side turned red as they all felt furious and sad at the terrible suffering of their friend. They could feel their wrath in their bones as they witnessed the horrifying scene. The air was filled with the tangy smell of blood as it oozed out from the bloody wound at a fast rate.

Darren's face had turned pale and his heart ached. He felt a twitch in his nose as he was on the brink of crying.

"Scott, Grand Blood Refiner, Chad, Brian... I'm very sorry. This is all because of me. I brought you to this great trouble and miserable suffering. I'm the one to be blamed!" exclaimed Darren apologetically He felt the lessening of the fettering force on him. He knelt down before his friends as soon as he could move his body. He needed to apologize for his wrong decision.

"Don't be so silly, dude. We just had a bad luck today. The price is worthwhile as we have almost killed that freaky two-star grand warrior, right?" said the Grand Blood Refiner with a relaxed attitude. He smiled reassuringly at Darren.

"Yes! We've beaten Gerald heavily. Haven't you seen how pathetic he was a moment ago? A dying wild dog! My reputation will last even if I die here today!" exclaimed Brian with bloodshot eyes. It seemed that they had no regrets with their decision.