Chapter 1562

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1562

“As you’ve said, I’m no longer the old me! Regardless, I’m sure you know why both of us are meeting today. Cutting straight to the chase, release my family right this instant! They have nothing to do with what’s happening between us!” said Gerald in a casual tone.

“Release them you say? Oh, I will! I’ll definitely be releasing Dylan and the rest! Of course, that includes Mila!” sneered Daryl.

“…What? You… You’ve even captured Mila?” replied Gerald, stunned.

“That’s right! While she did get captured by those from the Sun League, she didn’t die! Quite a bit happened after that, but essentially, I managed to get my hands on her while she was representing Jaellatra on a trip to earth! Either way, I know how much you want your family to be together, Gerald, which is why I’m honestly doing you a favor by reuniting her with Dylan and the rest!” said Daryl with a scoff.

“You… You despicable rat…!” growled the infuriated Gerald as he instantly made a sword finger gesture!

A split second later, a strong bolt of lightning shot toward Daryl’s direction!

While it was true that Daryl’s initial goal had been to trigger Gerald, now that he saw how strong Gerald’s attack was, his eyelids couldn’t help but twitch. This power… He truly was a Chakra King!

“Demon protection!” yelled Daryl as darkness rapidly encased the old man within a protective orb!

Had Daryl activated the skill a second later, the golden bolt would’ve surely struck him! Even so, the near-blindingly bright bolt wasn’t done yet. Still pushing against Daryl’s dark barrier, the force of it began creating gales that were so strong that it uprooted a lot of the vicinity’s greenery, causing them to instantly wilt!

Shortly after, an explosive sound could be heard as even the porch that Daryl was still standing on—

that wasn’t protected under the dark orb—blasted into pieces! Following that, debris and dust began flying everywhere…

It honestly shouldn’t have been that hard for Daryl to block Gerald’s lightning attack. After all, he was a Third-rank Chara King as well.

What he hadn’t anticipated, however, was the fact that Gerald’s sword attack would behave this strangely! It was constantly changing!

From what Daryl could see, it looked like multiple pulses of power were being pushed into the golden bolt of lightning, making it larger and larger as more power flowed into it!

Eventually, a crack could be heard, and before Daryl knew it, the shadowy barrier had shattered not unlike broken glass!

This wasn’t good! Immediately retracting his power, Daryl then made a mad dash away from the incoming attack!

Following that, the ground almost seemed to explode as the lighting bolt shot right for the cliff opposite of them, leaving a deep gash that was at least four meters deep!

Upon seeing that, Daryl quickly found himself stumbling backward till the back of his soles touched the cliff’s edge…

Even after managing to stabilize himself, Daryl’s breath was heavy and his eyes wide open as the utterly flabbergasted old man muttered, “…What… What kind of attack even was that? Where did you learn that from?!”

“Just so you know, aside from Thunder Eruption, there exists another skill called the Ninth-sky Blade.

As a trivia, this skill was specifically designed to counter evil powers like yours!” explained Gerald in a frigid tone.

“…How incredible… It truly appears that you’ve inherited all of Liemis’s powers… However, allow me to remind you that both of us are Third-rank Chara Kings, Gerald. I hope you don’t assume that I’ll lose to you, just because you have an extra skill or two! Regardless, I’ve been feeling a bit worn out in the past few days. With that said, what do you say to a duel at Yanam’s dragon tower at noon tomorrow? Since we’re having a decisive battle on who lives or dies, I’ll be sure to bring your family members along as well!” growled Daryl in an icy tone as he placed his hands against his back.

While Daryl had a poker face on, a steady stream of blood was already dripping from his torn palms and purlicues. Even the veins on his trembling arms were now extremely visible as they pulsated wildly due to all the stress they had just faced.