Operation: Cobra Is Back

Chapter 59 Three Punches

There was dead silence and everyone looked at Gilbert as if he was a god.

If Gilbert was only meant to shock the crowd when he showed up at the beginning, he was making an

example out of it by blocking bullets and killing people through the air!

Such a terrifying tactic caused chills to run down people's spines.

"Hahahaha, Gilbert, you are so domineering and kill that person with a slap through the air. Who else in

JN City could do that?"

Lionel looked at Primo with boundless enthusiasm and said coldly, "Primo, for the sake that you and I

were rivals in the past, Gilbert has been kind enough to spare you this evening. Why don't you come

and pay your respects to Gilbert quickly?"

When he finished speaking, Primo shuddered.

He had seen Gilbert's amazing skills and knew that he couldn't be his enemy.

If he remained so insensible, he would be the second person to die here!

This made him not dare to think more and he was about to walk up and submit to Gilbert's feet.

After all, strength are rules in this world. Whoever was strong had the right to speak.

"Lower Silver Class martial artist. Your strength is not bad, and you can even block bullets, so you

should have practiced a kind of powerful martial art, right?"

At this moment, a faint voice sounded out.

The crowd immediately turned their heads and looked towards the source of the voice. It was Duncan

who spoke up!

Norman was on the ground, not even daring to say a word, and Duncan actually spoke up to comment

on the Silver Class master. If he had accidentally offended him, wouldn't he be courting death?

"This kid simply doesn't know what he's doing. How dare he to comment on a Silver Class?"

He thought in his heart, but didn't say much and chose to look on coldly.

Morton, who had been beaten like a dead dog by Duncan earlier, even sneered silently as he watched

him offend Gilbert.

"Not bad, I do practice a kind of powerful martial art. You're quite good. It is just as well that I want to

take on a disciple, and you are just right."

Gilbert was not angry but nodded with a proud look on his face.

A normal Bottom Silver Class martial artist would be able to stop bullets, but not as easily as he did, or

at least with some effort.

Duncan laughed at his words.

Who was he? He was the king of killers, also known as Cobra!

And Gilbert actually lectured him as if he were lecturing his junior, which was really a bit funny.

Gilbert noticed the change in Duncan's expression and frowned in displeasure, "What are you laughing

at?"

"I laugh at your lack of strength and your presumption to take me as your disciple. Are you here to

make a fool of yourself?"

"Although your strength is not bad, it is nothing in my opinion. I am a Silver Class martial artist, why

can't I take you as my disciple?"

Gilbert glanced at him and asked with interest.

"Unfortunately, in my opinion, a Silver Class martial artist is nothing more than something that can be

defeated with a single punch."

Duncan shrugged and replied casually.

When he finished, everyone was dumbfounded.

Gilbert was strong enough to kill a man with a slap through the air, and could even stop bullets.

And although Duncan had defeated Morton, there was no way he could be Gilbert's opponent even if

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How dare he talk big now at this time!

"This kid is simply courting death!"

Norman shouted in his heart, as if he had seen Duncan's miserable end, and looked at him as if he

were a dying man.

Morton sneered in his heart, thinking Duncan was dead.

The majesty of a Silver Class martial artist was not something that could be offended by others.

"Hey, Mr. Longman is dead. However, he died under Gilbert, who is a Silver Class martial artist. I

believe the Brown family will not dare to blame me when they find out."

Primo sighed in his heart but did not dare to say more.

Lionel, on the other hand, was seething with anger. He had been disgraced by Duncan before, and he

had a strong dislike for him.

Now, when he saw that he dared to speak so shamelessly, he stood up and shouted, "How dare you!

How dare you talk a lot of nonsense here now! Do you believe I will kill you now!"

"Kill me? You don't deserve it!"

Duncan said with disdain.

Gilbert's brow furrowed. It was obvious that Duncan's arrogance was causing anger to grow in his

heart.

"I thought you had some talent, so I couldn't bear to let you die so young, but I didn't expect you to be

so ignorant!"

Gilbert snorted coldly, "If that's the case, then don't blame me for being merciless and taking your life!"

It was true that he wanted to take on a disciple, and had his eye on Duncan's talent.

However, a dog that could not be trained to obey was only a vicious dog after all, and would hurt him

one day sooner or later.

He might as well kill him sooner rather than later to save himself the trouble!

With that in mind, Gilbert moved fast at once. In the blink of an eye, his fist was in front of Duncan's

face.

The punch was fast and fierce. If an ordinary person had been hit, he would have been killed on the

spot!

The others were thinking the same thing. They looked at Duncan with pity or a sneer and waited for

him to be blown away by Gilbert's punch!

However, as they thought this, they saw Duncan turn his body and easily dodge Gilbert's fist.

Gilbert was stunned, not expecting Duncan to be able to dodge.

But before he could react, a painful sensation came from his lower abdomen.

When he looked down, he saw that it was Duncan who had kicked him right in the stomach.

"What?"

He frowned and was about to use his inner strength to bounce Duncan off the ground when a strong

force came over him like a tidal wave!

Dang!

A muffled sound was heard and Gilbert stumbled backward several steps, then spat out a mouthful of

blood.

The crowd could see it clearly, and they were all dumbfounded. Their mouths were open wide enough

to drop an egg.

"I have just shown mercy. If I'd done my best, you wouldn't have withstood a single blow!"

Duncan said indifferently, still standing in the same place.

"You're courting death!"

Gilbert hadn't expected to be knocked back and to suffer internal injuries.

The chill in his eyes was now even more pronounced when he looked at Duncan.

"Is that so?"

Duncan looked at him but didn't stop. He instantly appeared in front of Gilbert and threw a fierce punch.

Thud!

Gilbert felt a jolt as if he had been hit by a big truck.

Before he could react, Duncan's second punch had fallen and struck him again on the chest.

This time, Gilbert could no longer support himself and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You ..."

Gilbert coughed heavily and looked at Duncan with horror on his face.

"Die!"

Duncan, however, showed no mercy as a third punch landed.

The power of this punch was even more terrifying than before. Gilbert didn't even have the strength to

resist. It felt like a mountain was coming down on him, and finally crashed down on him as fast as a

train running in full speed.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Gilbert didn't even have the chance to scream. His whole body exploded

instantly as blood and flesh splattered out towards the surrounding area!

A Silver Class master had been killed by Duncan with just three punches!

Once again, there was dead silence!