Dragon Master novel Maximilian novel Chapter 460

After saying this, Flora saw Maximilian put down his arm, so she immediately jumped into Maximilian's embrace.

"Well, well, what a warm embrace."

Flora's face filled with happiness, and she couldn't help but rub her face against Maximilian's chest.

Maximilian lowered his head and looked at Flora. He wanted to push Flora away directly, but seeing Flora's happy face, he did not bear to do it.

If he pushed Flora away at such a moment, it would make this elf girl sad. Well, her happy smile reminded him of his daughter

Maximilian tilted his head and tried to think of Flora as his daughter Sissi.

"It is so comfortable. I really want to hug you forever. This feeling is really good."

Flora reluctantly let go of Maximilian. She wanted to hug Maximilian that way all the time. It would be even better if she could hug Maximilian until the wasteland and the old sea were withered.

Maximilian rubbed Flora's head and wanted to rub Flora's soft hair shaggy, making her look cute.

"Okay, the celebratory hug is over, and it's time for you to tell me how you ran here."

"Victoria went to the construction site. I was bored in the office alone. I wanted to run out to play. I saw your apprentice when I went out. He drove me in. But he was scared to tears just now. He looks like a total loser."

Maximilian looked at Canaan in silence, who was wiping tears off his face. Maximilian did not expect Canaan to be so timid and could be frightened by Nuron’s ferocity.

Canaan cried and walked to Maximilian, lowered his head, and said, "I didn't cry just now. It was because the sand got into my eyes. It hurts when I rubbed my eyes."

"Hey, don't pretend, okay? Do you want me to tell the way you were just now?" Flora raised her head and said.

"Don't, Miss Flora, save me some face."

Flora fiercely glared at Canaan, wanting to stop him from saying the three words Miss Flora, but in the end, she did not.

Maximilian turned his face and looked at Flora. Flora said awkwardly, "He was the one who wanted to call me like that, and it has nothing to do with me."

When Maximilian was about to have a good talk with Flora, Connor walked over quickly.

"Mr. Maximilian, today your match finishes early, so you can leave, if you have nothing to do." Connor said while giving Maximilian a wink.

Nuron was the key player to be trained in the International underground Boxing tournament. But before he could enter the main event, Maximilian defeated him directly, and it seemed that he wouldn't even survive.

If someone from the organizing committee of the International underground Boxing tournament was dissatisfied and wanted to make trouble, it was not what Connor wanted to see.

The biggest dream in Connor's heart was to let Maximilian finish the tournament sound and safe.

Maximilian nodded slightly, headed out with Flora and Canaan, and left the Stadium.

After sending Maximilian out of the training hall and watching Maximilian and others drive away, Connor turned his head back to the training hall.

The boxers in training had already left, and Nuron was carried away. Several burly men were cleaning up the blood stains on the floor.

Thompson sat on a chair smoking a cigarette, his eyes were somewhat blank and unfocused. It seemed that his entire brain became blank.

Connor walked to Thompson's side and sat down, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

"Connor, your Kung Fu really exists. Just now, Maximilian's Kung Fu is really powerful. Is that the 18 Palm Attacks to Defeat Dragons? It was really powerful." Thompson said softly, making a few gestures with his free left hand.

Connor was speechless and didn’t know how to answer him.

"It should exist. We have a lot of hermits here. It is said that in the Royal Road to Fame, there are eight thousand hermits in cultivation. They are each very powerful. And the most powerful one will be called land gods or sword immortal or something. They are able to overturn the sea and destroy the earth."

Connor wasn’t serious. He told fantasy novels to Thompson like what Maximilian did before.

"Wow, there are really such powerful people? Then what does Maximilian count as? Can he be called an immortal?"

"He certainly cannot be called an immortal. Although Mr. Maximilian is very powerful, he has not cultivated, and he definitely can't be called immortal."

After Connor finished speaking, he repented deeply in his soul, hoping that the gods and Buddhas who passed by would forgive him for talking nonsense.

Thompson's cheeks twitched. He thought Maximilian was so powerful and should be the best of the eight thousand hermits Connor mentioned. But he did not expect that Maximilian couldn't count as a beginner among the eight thousand hermits.

Was the mysterious East so awesome?

In that case, there were at least eight thousand masters more powerful than Maximilian.

Thompson felt the danger for the first time, and the idea of heading back to the other side of the ocean came to his mind; otherwise, he might have been buried here if he was not careful.

As for the mission or something, it was better to leave it to others to complete, and his life was too precious to lose.

But this thought just passed by, and Thompson knew if he failed the mission, he would be living in hell.

"Well, the East is really amazing. Arrange someone to repair the ring. I'm going to be busy." Thompson left Connor and hurriedly walked towards the office not far away.

Seeing Thompson enter the office, Colletti hurriedly stood up, "What should we do next? This matter of Nuron is ..."

"Do not talk about him. Prepare the video of their fight just now and let the two most powerful boxers have a close look. Let them learn from the Kung Fu of Maximilian!"

"I've already arranged for it. The coaching team are analyzing Maximilian's fighting techniques and looking for his weaknesses."

Colletti had already made the arrangements. This was one of the methods to manipulate the underground boxing match, but it hadn't been used in recent years.

The underground boxing tournament had generated several dominant boxers. However, because of Maximilian, this traditional analysis method was once again adopted.

"Very well, just now Connor said Maximilian is not the most powerful person. And he said there are 8,000 hermits on the royal road to fame. I don't know if it is true or not, but you have to send someone to investigate it carefully. Why this damn place is so dangerous?"

Colletti froze, lowered his head and said, "My Lord, I have something to tell you. There is a word among them called feudal superstition. The situation Connor just told you about is a kind of feudal superstition, and you must not believe it."

"Fuck! You think I'm stupid? But how do you explain that Maximilian was able to kill Nuron?"