The Gods Supremacy.

CHAPTER 8. Early to be so judgemental.

The next moment!

Bang..

Their fist moved with terrible force of will power.. However, Elias was at a great disadvantage in this!

He was held at the defensive stance, while Desmond with the upper hand, took turns by bombarding him from all sides.

In the blinks of an eye.

They had both exchanged dozens fists, kicks and moves.

If one looked closely at the ongoing battle, there was a clear understanding of what was going on.

On the surface, it appeared Desmond, had the upper hand. But an expert could clearly see he was being played by his opponent.

The spectators could also noticed the play on set, and could only sign pitifully.

Haskins also shook his head, he never expected Desmond to win at the first place.

But being played like this, was an insult.

Bang..

A powerful fist caught Desmond by surprise and was sent flying.

The spectators weren‘t surprised, they had seen it coming.

Elias with a look of triumph raised his index finger, and made a “F*CK YOU” gesture, accompanied by a smuggling face.

Desmond vomited a mouthful of blood and held his own chest in pain. "Damnit.. how did I lose.."

Desmond face masked in ugliness.

“Damn you. Don’t let me get my hands on you.” Marcus grinned angrily.

...

“Hahaha.. you see that. That‘s the true ability of the strong.”

Patrick shamelessly proclaimed loudly.

Time passed swiftly.

Bang..

Bang..

Haskins bite down in pain.

Three of his son‘s had been defeated woefully by Patrick son's.

It was a complete crush of power.

His only hope now, was solemnly placed on Marcus.

Marcus was his bet stance from the beginning.

...

Marcus stepped forward with airs of dominance.

Patrick first son, Judge Walker, snugged at Marcus,”Listen up brat. you‘re no match for me. "

"I can take you out with just one move. Do you believe me?” Judge smirked.

Marcus wasn’t a saint either.

He laughed wildly,” Good, I like your arrogance. This will give me enough reason to help reset your brain.”

A cold light flashed in Judge‘s face.

He couldn’t wait to take out Marcus.

“ Brat.. you're done for.." Judge veins almost bulged out as he charged wildly at Marcus.

His fist went wild, with momentum of breaking through glass.

Marcus, didn’t dare underestimate his opponent either.

He charged forward with a might of his own.

The air was thick and everyone watched with enthusiasm.

Bam..

Marcus was pushed back, taking four steps.

Judge to his own surprise, took two steps back.

This..

He frowned.

By the result, one could clearly see who held the upper hand.

However, Judge was completely displeased.

He‘s a rank 3, foundation establishment realm, about to step into rank Four. Yet he couldn’t take on a rank Two with a punch.

His earlier claim, of attaining victory with a punch was nothing but a joke.

His anger fueled up.

“You‘re not a rank 2.” He shouted angrily.

Marcus smiled.

“When did I ever say I was?”

“Good.. hahaha.. good.” Judge laughed like one who had gone completely crazy.

“Let see, how far you can keep this up.”

The two clashed head-on again.

Bam..

Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang.

Within the short time, they had both exchange dozens of moves.

Marcus thought to himself, that taking out Judge wouldn’t be an easy target.

He would have to change his tactics.

Judge also had the same thought.

He never expected Marcus to be this troublesome to deal with.

He wanted to end it fast.

...

Meanwhile, when this was going on.

Haskins couldn‘t help but be a little anxious, this was the last hope, the last chance to save his family's face.

If Marcus happen to lose this battle, it‘ll be over for the Haskins Walker's.

Scott without even sparing a glance at the two on stage said lazily,”He‘s going to lose.”

Haskins expression furrowed over,” What are you saying? Be positive."

“You should see the situation more clearly, Father! Is Judge truly at the third stage?”

Upon listening to Scott explanation, Haskins frowned, slowly took his time to look more closely into Judge being.

He discovered something strange.

His expression suddenly changed drastically.”Concealment.”

...

On the stage!

Boom..

Both opponent retreated five step. Their hands re-vibrated from the impact.

Breathing was rapid.

Faces pale.

It crystal clear they're both exhausted.

Panting heavily.

“Very well, I‘d underestimate you. I‘m done playing.”

Judge roared, his eyes gazed over spiting flames of rage.

His veins bulging, his fists tightly clenched.

A surge of new profound strength rapidly glow around him.

A strength that seemed very oppressive.

Marcus saw this, his expression changed.

He was shocked.

He was suppressed.

Certainly his heart was in tumor.

This strength!

He could feel the gap.

Before Marcus could wake from his shock, Judge had made his moves, he appeared before Marcus.

Marcus expression changed, he shielded himself with both hands crossed.

But Judge fist still connected.

Crack, crack, crack..

Sounds of broken bones reckoned in the air.

A tumultuous terrific force sent Marcus flying, leaving a trail of blood in the air.

Bang..

He fell recklessly across the floor. And couldn’t dare move his body.

Judge retrieved his fist and sneered.

“Too weak.”

He spat arrogantly.

Everyone was totally shocked.

Haskins was angry, not because his son had been defeated,” How there you crippled my son. It was just a friendly spar.”

He shouted angrily.

The youngster members of the Haskins Family quickly rushed over to help Marcus up.

There was indistinct chattering among the spectators.

Scott smiled and remained calm, witnessing the Four bodily wounded gave him a bit of pleasure rather than being enraged.

Victor listened to the murmuring, and became even more arrogant.

“Now.. is the time!”

He laughed and stepped forward with hands clasped behind his back.

“C’mon. Haskins. We‘re both civilized people. Moreover we all know that, this only happen because your useless sons are totally weak.”

“He couldn’t even take a single punch from my son. Aren’t you being judgemental?”

“You..”

Haskins couldn't suppressed his anger any longer but there was nothing he could do to change the cause of things.

His family had been defeated.

Seeing Haskins defeated expression, Patrick laughed mockingly.

“Did you see that! We won. Now is the time to fulfill the bet! Don‘t you think?”

This!

Haskins expression suddenly changed with an ugly face.

“What do you want! The Dragon Tournament card! I‘ll give it to you.” Haskins said with pained face.

“Aren’t you getting it all wrong, Haskins?” Patrick scoffed.

Haskins frowned.

“Is there anything else? He asked.

“I said, the winner shall request two things, are you so quick to have forgotten?”

Haskins frowned, his face squeezed in pain.

“So what else do you want?”

“Good, now you‘re in sync with me.” Patrick chuckled wildly.

“It’s as simple as this! Your family as from henceforth shall answer only to me. Which mean, from now on. You‘re now a slave of my Patrick Walker family.”

What..

Haskins could no longer contained his calm demeanor.

He snickered coldly and his eyes burn with firing rage,” How dare you, Patrick. Do you still consider us as family.. Do you want to start a war.."

Family you say. Are you even qualified to lich on my cocktail. Your offspring are completely weak and useless. We don’t have such miserable bloodline in the Walker‘s.” Patrick said sarcastically.

He snared disdainfully at Haskins, the hatred in his eyes was terrifying.

It wasn’t just one that was recently develop, it was one accumulated through the flow of time.

“You‘re not trying to go back on our bet, are you?” Patrick smiled and continued!

“ A bet is a bet. Don’t forget everyone here are witnesses.”

GRRR..

Haskins was lost for a moment, he couldn’t surrender being a slave, yet he couldn’t avoid the bet either.

If words were to get out about this. It‘ll not only strike a complete blow to his family‘s pride, but will also make them a target of ridicule and threat.

Damnit.

What was he going to do!

How should he solve this?

Is there no way for his family to survive!"

Was this all that‘s left?

“Who said, my Walker family has completely lost?”

“Isn’t it too early to be so judgemental!”

A voice as sharp as a sword pierced through the air.

Many heads quickly turned over..

And were completely stunned, because the speaker was a very well known person in Mooresville.