Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 353

"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.