Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2563

"Yea, talking to arrogant Nine Continents men like this one here is just a waste of time!" The Raksasa soldiers couldn't conceal their excitement as none of them would believe that Darryl had the skill to dodge the punch, and were all thrilled waiting for Darryl's inevitable death. The merchants from the Nine Continents in the distance turned their head around and looked away while Cheyenne gasped and covered her eyes without realizing. In her mind, Darryl might have been the sworn brother of her master, but with such severe injury, how could he possibly withstand a punch that powerful?

Baam! Just as everyone else at the scene were caught in their own thoughts, the two figures that belonged to Darryl and Batu connected, sending out a wave of earth-shaking vibration.

"Ugh..." A muffled grunt was heard from Batu before he was sent flying into the distance until he hit the pile of stack over a hundred meters away, choking in his own blood. Batu paled and sweat started to form on his face at the tremendous pain. His right arm was already broken!

What? Jaws were dropped at the unexpected turn of event and every single person was frozen in shock. How...how was that possible? The kid really was this powerful? Instantly, their faces were filled with horror as all eyes gathered on Darryl, only to find that Darryl hadn't budge even the slightest from where he was standing.

"What?" Jack's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked over to Batu who was laying on the ground and turned to study Darryl with a frown. How...how did this happen? Batu was the strongest man he had working under him, who could easily kill a bull with one punch. Yet he had been defeated by this Eastern boy!

Not needing any further command, the Raksasa soldiers around them instantly marched forward and surrounded Darryl. More and more soldiers were still pouring into the hall, each holding a spear made of unique material.

"Jack?" Just as the situation was about to escalate, a chilling yet somehow pleasant voice echoed throughout the hall. An alluring figure that entered with over a dozen guards behind her. It was none other than the Raksasa Queen Natalie Celtic and behind her were the Twelve Gods of the Raksasa Tribe. She was dressed in a leather long dress as white as the first snow that outlined her curves. Not only did she ooze confidence and untamed beauty, her presence as the queen was undeniably powerful. The crowd, especially the men, were instantly hypnotized by her beauty. Darryl, too, couldn't help but to stare as a smile slowly appeared on his lips. It had been years and Natalie seemed to have gotten more attractive as time went by.