Chapter 436: What Damn Vice-Captain?

Every Westos Dark World Expert present froze. Shock and dread spread across their faces. They all knew what Boris Tetryngton's punch meant. A hundred thousand jin of force. One blow could cave in a mountain. Yet a brat had met it head-on and blown it apart. Boris's arm shattered from the recoil. One limb, crippled in an instant. "Ahhh!" "My arm!" "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Boris stared at his ruined right hand, eyes bloodshot, screaming himself hoarse. Jaden Waller moved. One step. Then another. He...