We will always try to update and open chapters as soon as possible every day. Thank you very much, readers, for always following the website!

My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chatper 882
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
  • Next Chapter

Chapter 881 Two pheasants flew out from the grass. Bladesman Divus sighed and casually waved his

hand. The sword. next to him flew directly toward Nash. When Nash saw that, he hopped onto the

sword. Bladesman Divus lifted his right index finger and middle finger together. The sword carried Nash

to the top of Sigur Cliff. “Swordsman, your ten days are up. Today, I’ll come to take your head to fulfill

my promise to the Zell family!” His voice was like a bell, echoing in every direction. As he said that,

Nash slowly appeared in front of The Swordsman. Nash got off the sword and stood on the edge of the

cliff to face b He took off his sunglasses and kept them in his coat pocket. The Swordsman sneered,

“You’ve got quite the big mouth. I bet end your life with three slashes!” As soon as he said that, he flew

toward Nash in a blink of an eye. With his third eye, he foresaw The Swordsman in front of him, so he

swiftly dodged him. Next, he swung his fist at him, creating a sonic boom. His punch was like a dragon

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

emerging from the sea. It was Chaptó 581 unstoppable, and the explosion stirred up a violent storm. N

The Swordsman frowned and withdrew the Seven Deadly Swords to dodge Nash’s fist. Boom! The

rubble under The Swordsman’s feet started vibrating. Nash turned into an afterimage, launching frantic

attacks on The Swordsman. Shadows of fists rained down on him like a violent storm. “Eight Desolate

Crumbling Fist!” The Black Wind Twins said simultaneously, standing outside the Duersons’s tent.

Bladesman Divus saw the reflection in the stream and squinted. On a mountain peak thousands of

meters away, an enchanting man, in a black robe was frowning. Duncan said in a deep voice, “What is

‘Eight Desolate Crumbling F Black Gem did not want to answer his junior’s question. Master Peter

turned to look at him. He smiled and said, “The Eight Desolate Crumbling Fist is a long-los Heavenly

Martial Technique!” Duncan looked intrigued. “Is it very powerful?” Black Gem said, “It depends on

who’s using it. If I use it, Sigur Cliff would crumble to the ground with a single punch!” The color drained

from Duncan’s face when he heard that. Dumbfounded, he said, “How… How is that possible?” Sigur

Cliff was 800 meters above sea level and more than 200 meters in diameter. Even if ten tanks were to

bombard it for a month and a half, it would barely make a dent. How could he flatten Sigur Cliff with just

one punch? Duncan was in disbelief that such words would come out of Black Gem’s mouth. Rumble!

A loud thunder brought Duncan back to reality in an instant. He looked up at the top of the mountain

and saw countless one-meter -wide rocks exploding everywhere. It was utterly shocking! TiThe

onlookers were so shocked that they forgot to dodge. Only when the sword forms in the sky blasted the

fall ocks into didust did they come to their senses, and they bowed in totoward Bladesman Divus sitting

by the stream. Meteanwhile, the National Martial Bureau and the Special S Department were petrified

too. Bobby’s jaw was on the floor. “H-How is that possible?” The foforce of the punch caused a large

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

area of the Sigur Cliff to collapse. Chart:881 Even those in peak Mystique Loyalty Realm would not be

able to achieve that. Tristan’s deep gaze shone brilliantly. He turned his head and smirked. “Are you

panicking, Mr. Olsen?” He was fortunate enough to have a good relationship with Nash. He even

provided jobs for the group of tomb robbers in the National Archaeological Institute. Bobby pretended

not to hear him. He stared at Nash standing in the thick smoke. Tristan withdrew his gaze and looked

up at Nash’s thin silhouette. Who would have imagined that the terrifying destruction just now was

caused by that scrawny figure on the mountain? Otis lowered his gaze in contemplation. “Otis, where

do you think Nash learned his punching technique?” Tristan turned sideways to look at Otis. “Of

course, he learned it from Mr. Calcraft,” Otis said with a “How could Mr. Calcraft not teach such

techniques to Fr Island Lord? That’s unfair!” Tristan said bitterly. “Only those who are worthy of it can

practice it. Otherwise, no how powerful the technique is, you won’t be able to grasp the essence of it!”