Chapter 1511

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1511

The second they saw Carlos kneel, everyone’s eyes instantly widened.

The hell? Wasn’t this the extraordinarily powerful and evil Third-Rank Master, Carlos Xenes? Was he actually kneeling before this young man before even attempting to make a single move? How was this even possible?

Who… Who was this young man…?

As the people in the crowd continued discussing the matter among themselves, Xyrielle herself simply stared at Gerald who was now calmly walking closer to the kneeling old man, his hands still in his pockets.

Xyrielle hadn’t expected any of this to happen. Nobody had.

Whatever the case was, he was now no longer hiding his pressuring and powerful aura, and anyone who sensed it would surely feel their hearts palpitate. Xyrielle, of course, was no exception to that.

As for Ghose, he quickly recovered from the shock of Carlos kneeling before Gerald and—with rapidly twitching eyelids—turned to stare at the approaching youth.

Upon stepping before the old man, Gerald took a hand out before holding onto Carlos’s head as though he was punishing a naughty child.

“Now then… Why didn’t you just wait obediently for me to kill you back then? I’m sure you knew what was coming, right? Despite that, you fled the moment I got slightly distracted by some pleas for help…”

“P-please, Deity! It was wrong for me to have tried to escape! I shouldn’t have run away!” cried out Carlos as tears began rolling down his cheeks.

“You really aren’t acting like a proper elder should be, you know? Either way, it’s impossible for a person to truly escape if I want them dead! Wouldn’t you agree?” replied Gerald with a laugh.

“O-of course you are, Deity!” said Carlos, his entire body already trembling uncontrollably.

Hearing that, Gerald then turned to face the audience before announcing in an indifferent tone, “Regardless, I’m here today representing the Quantocks for the right to gain control! If anyone’s against that, you’re free to come challenge me!”

It took him a second, but he then scratched the back of his head before adding, “Oh, and I almost forgot to mention this. You don’t need to challenge me one by one. You can all challenge me at the same time! If you prefer, that is!”

Watching as he then put on an innocent smile, everyone below stage instantly found themselves horrified.

“What did he say?”

“My god! How ruthless!”

Despite their dissatisfaction, nobody dared to say a word.

Ghose, however, wasn’t about to just accept such mockery. Understanding that Gerald didn’t even consider him to be an opponent, Ghose found himself growling, “Don’t you think you’re being a bit too arrogant, young lad? Can’t you see that I, Ghose from the Goldenslinger, am here?!”

“I mean, yeah. You’ve been standing there for a while now. What of it?” replied Gerald.

“Bakayarou!” roared the now furious Ghose.

Finnegan himself was angered by Gerald’s comment, prompting him to say, “You shameless brat!

There’s no need to hold back, Master Ghose! Just kill this arrogant man however you please!”

To think that Gerald would actually dare to claim control… He truly was asking for it!

Hearing Finnegan’s command, Ghose instantly drew his katana before growling, “I’ll show you the true power of the Goldenslinger if it’s the last thing I do!”

A gleam almost seemed to run down the sharpened blade as Ghose prepared his attack…

It was an attack so powerful that it was the best the Goldenslinger could offer… And it was called the Thirteen Stances of Waterflow!

A slash could split water, and two could slice through a soul. No soul could survive the third slash, and Ghose knew that for a fact since he had already mastered the three blades realm!

Once the gleam pierced through Gerald’s soul, Ghose was more than certain that the arrogant youth’s soul would be no more!

While all this was happening, Xyrielle found herself getting increasingly nervous as she saw how much danger Gerald was in.

After all, to think that her palpitating heart had been right this entire time… Now that she knew how strong Gerald truly was, she was sure that this was who the fortune-teller had actually been referring to!

With that in mind, she was feeling a complicated cocktail of emotions as she continued staring at Gerald.

However, before she could even decide on what to do, she stared wide-eyed in horror as she realized that Ghose’s blade was already swinging down on Gerald!

Expecting bloodshed, everyone sat at the edge of their seats… only to be left completely dumbfounded by the results.

With one hand still in his pocket, Gerald had lifted his other to gently pinch onto the katana’s blade…

Despite making it look so easy, it worked. Ghose couldn’t bring the blade down any further!

“…W-what?!” cried out Ghose in terror.

Though he wanted to retreat a few steps back, he found that he couldn’t even move a muscle!

“Oh? I do wonder what kind of stance this is… And what kind of sect is the Goldenslinger?” asked Gerald in an indifferent tone.

“Y-you…!” growled Ghose as he used all his strength to attempt to regain his mobility. Unfortunately for him, he remained as frozen as a statue…

“…I admit that you’re stronger than I thought!” added the angered Ghose after a while before laughing aloud.

“Oh? Does that mean you have other stances up your sleeve?” asked Gerald, feeling slightly surprised when he saw Ghose’s reaction.