Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1373

Chapter 1373: Chapter 750: Turbulence_2 Chapter 1373: Chapter 750: Turbulence_2 “Halt, don't go!” One person had already drawn his knife, the blade pointed directly at Logan, his eyes filled with threat. “If you dare leave, don't blame us for being rude!”

Logan stopped, turned his head to look at the man with the knife, a hint of coldness flashing through his eyes. He was not intimidated by the threat; instead, it strengthened his resolve. He spoke coldly, “Do you think a knife can threaten me? Let me tell you, I, Logan, have never been scared. If you know what's good for you, you'd better step aside, or don't blame me for not being polite!”

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, with both parties poised as if about to break into a fierce conflict. Richard Mitchell looked at this scene, his heart filled with more urgency. He knew that if Logan really left, they might lose all hope. Therefore, he hurriedly stepped forward, trying to persuade Logan.

“Young Master Logan, please listen to me, we are sincerely asking for your help. If you are willing to help, we will do everything to repay your kindness. Why give up such a good opportunity over a moment of pride?” Richard pleaded earnestly, hoping Logan would change his mind.

When Logan stopped, the others quickly surrounded him, forming a tight circle. Some of them holding long knives, others clenching their fists, their eyes flickering with vigilance and decisiveness, as if ready to attack at the slightest movement from Logan.

Logan glanced around, his gaze calm, as if it was not he who was surrounded by ants, but someone else. He smirked a playful smile, his tone mocking, “What, it looks like you're planning to use force, to coerce me? Is this the way of the noble family's descendants?”

Richard's gaze was intense, his eyes seemingly hiding a deep ocean, tumultuous waves underneath, with a hint of deep, hard-to-detect strategies. He spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, “Young Master Logan, don't blame us, we are truly desperate. We have been poisoned, the toxins spreading, burning us like fire, unbearable pain. We just want to cure the poison, to survive. If Young Master Logan refuses to cooperate, then we will have to resort to this approach.”

Hearing this, Logan looked back at Richard, his surface calm but his intent threatening, and sneered as if hearing the world's most ridiculous joke. His tone was icy cold, his determination unquestionable, “Richard, you think too highly of yourselves, and too highly of yourself. Thinking with just you few, you can threaten me, Logan? You are not qualified to threaten me!”

Saying so, he stood still without moving, standing his ground, neither dodging nor retreating, his eyes flashing with provocation and disdain, as if saying, “Come on, if you have the guts, come together and see if you have the ability to make Logan bow his head!”

Seeing this, the people around hesitated. Although they were poisoned and extremely anxious, Logan's formidable stance intimidated them. After all, Logan's reputation was widely recognized, and his strength and tactics were not something they could easily provoke.

Seeing this, a hint of harshness flashed in Richard's eyes. He knew that it was now a critical moment, no turning back. If Logan refused to cooperate, they really had to resort to force. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, “Young Master Logan, you forced our hand. Brothers, get him! Capture him and make him cure our poison!”

At Richard's command, the people around stirred, some already stepping forward, and others gripping their weapons, ready to attack at any moment. However, at this moment, Logan suddenly spoke, his voice cold and commanding, as if coming from the netherworld below, “Hmph, you really think I, Logan, can be manipulated at will? I tell you, whoever dares to touch me today, I guarantee he won't live past tomorrow!”

The people looked at each other, their eyes flickering with hesitation and uncertainty. Originally, they thought that with the advantage of numbers, they could easily force Logan to comply. However, when Logan showed such an unyielding attitude, ready to leave, they began to hesitate. After all, Logan's reputation was renowned, and his strength and methods were not something they could easily provoke.

Seeing that these people made no move, Logan sneered coldly, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain. His voice was icy and firm as he slowly spoke, “Since you all do not intend to make a move, then I shall take my leave. I don't have time to waste here with you.”

After speaking, he turned to continue his descent down the mountain, leaving as if everything here had nothing to do with him. His departing figure was so resolute, so determined, as if no force could stop his advancing steps.

At this, the others could wait no longer; they could not let Logan leave so effortlessly. One of them shouted aloud, “You cannot go, you must stay today to heal our companion, or else don't think about leaving!”

That person had long found Logan's arrogant demeanor displeasing, and now he launched his killing move. Wielding a long knife in hand, he fiercely pounced towards Logan with the blade flashing coldly, carrying a chilling murderous aura.

However, before he could reach Logan, he was kicked over by a swift foot from him. Logan's movements were as fast as lightning, his strength astonishingly great. The man felt an immense force strike him, instantly losing balance and crashing heavily to the ground.

The fate of the others was similar; with left and right punches, Logan easily took them down one by one. His movements were agile and nimble, like a leopard preying on its catch. Under his assault, these people had absolutely no power to fight back.

In no time, these individuals were sprawled on the ground, their faces filled with disbelief. They had never imagined that Logan's strength would be so immense, powerful enough to instill fear and dread in them.

“How could this be? How is this possible?” One lay on the ground, murmuring to himself, “How can you be so incredibly powerful, it can't be possible!”

The rest echoed similarly, their eyes filled with shock and fear. They began to realize that they had truly bitten off more than they could chew this time, provoking someone beyond their capacity to confront.

Logan stood there, looking coldly at these people, a trace of mockery flitting through his eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice icy and commanding, “Hmph, did you really think you few could stop me, Logan? Let me tell you, when I want to leave, there is no one who can stop me!”

Logan chuckled coldly, the laughter echoing amidst the cold Snow Mountain, carrying hints of chill and scorn. Speaking slowly, his tone filled with disdain, “What's so impossible about it? If I wasn't capable, how could I have come to Snow Mountain alone, or even thought about Collecting Spiritual Medicine? Did you think this place is somewhere anyone could just come? The severe cold here, the dangers, are beyond your imagination. It's merely that you have greatly underestimated me, it's nothing more than you deserved!”

The faces of these people turned utterly dark; they previously thought Logan had dared to come to Snow Mountain alone simply relying on a bit of cleverness and luck, but now, they completely misunderstood. Logan's strength far exceeded their imaginations. But having already been beaten by Logan, with injuries all over and unbearable pain, they did not dare to confront him further, only able to watch him with eyes flashing with envy and fear.

Seeing that Logan was about to leave just like that, Richard Mitchell finally panicked. Ignoring the pain of his injuries, he suddenly stood up, shouting loudly, “You cannot leave, you haven't helped us yet, you can't just go like this!” His voice carried bits of urgency and pleading, evidently truly frightened.

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