Chapter 1111

"You're fighting against a ninth-grade Vajra grandmaster yet you're still being so careless? General Lewis, are you looking down on me?" Lance said calmly. His hair was messy, and it was clear that the fight wasn't as effortless as he claimed. "You truly want to die!" However, Jonah paid him no mind. He wanted to take the Malones down quickly, but he felt confused. The two sides were tied, so why was Lance so calm? Was it because of Lawrence? If it was, then he truly made the wrong choice. Jonah pondered the thought as he defended himself against Lance. However, besides the battle of the ninth-grade Vajra grandmasters, the roar of the battle between Luis and Vito was still ongoing. Nearby, Finneas was coughing up blood and cursing, "General Lewis, you old bastard. Quickly, take that old man down! This Ethan guy is a little weird, I can't hold on any longer!" Finneas was under intense pressure. Ethan wielded a Vajra-grade spear after all. It forced Finneas to focus entirely on do