Everyone fell silent. They were too stunned to speak. They could not seem to comprehend what they had just seen. With a crack, the supposedly omnipotent and undefeatable Bartolomew had fallen embarrassingly from his carriage.“What?! H-How did Bartolomew... How did he fall? Was he not sitting properly or something?” someone whispered. However, he received incredulous looks from everyone around him. Even an idiot could tell that was not the case. A powerhouse like Bartolomew could remain rooted and unfazed even if he were on a boat over troubled waters. Not to mention that he was sitting on a carriage this time. No matter how much the people below shook it, Bartolomew could not possibly have slid off. There was only one possibility—Fred was the one who caused it. A handprint began to bloom on Bartolomew's face, and this was enough evidence to support that idea. Fred had slapped Bartolomew out of his carriage. Bartolomew frowned, furious and confused. Never would he ha

Everyone fell into a deathly silence. They had thought of multiple outcomes when Bartolomew and Fred started fighting—Fred losing immediately, Fred struggling to stay alive, Bartolomew playing with his prey, and even the two of them being on par in strength.However, what happened was beyond what anyone imagined. No one expected to see Bartolomew fly across the air just from getting his forehead flicked.This was not a fight between two powerhouses, not when Fred's strength was miles ahead of Bartolomew. “How is this possible?” two people said at the same time, breaking the silence.Hector Niles and Runiya Steford. Hector was in disbelief. He had been dreading the competition when he heard that the Stefords had the powerhouse, Bartolomew Buckner, representing them.Hector had given up all hope when he saw Bartolomew.Yet, their representative, Fred, had sent Bartolomew flying just by the flick of his finger. He could not remain calm. He could not remain unfazed by the tu

Martial artists were descendants of Ancient Warlords who were not suited for martial arts while Ancient Warlords were powerful individuals who showcased the way of ancient martial arts!Although both coexist in the Ancient Martial Realm, they were vastly different entities.Not only did Ancient Warlords possess formidable power, something martial artists could not achieve their entire lives and could only look up to, there was one other thing that Ancient Warlords could achieve that martial artists could never. That was expanding their inner strength outside their body and materializing it!Everyone saw Bartolomew, who was just a martial artist, defying the impossible and materializing his inner strength into a green light. They were convinced that Bartolomew was bound to win.It was why Bovies could still confidently say that Fred was but an ant in front of his Uncle Bartolomew despite Fred having sent the man flying twice already.Having been filled with regret and despair bef

How... How could this be? How was this happening?Bartolomew fell to his knees, the overwhelming momentum emanating from Fred rendering his mind completely lost.He had indeed gone mad.Be it Fred's lightning-fast slap that pulled him off the palanquin or the casual flick that sent him flying—or even the dazzling golden light that came later on—none of these had made Bartolomew doubt that Fred's strength surpassed his own! He did not even think that Fred was an existence beyond reach!Yet, what was the explanation for the overwhelming momentum emanating from Fred's body now?In all the years Bartolomew had practiced martial arts, the killing intent that he exuded only ever succeeded in causing a slight chill in others. Fred’s, however, felt like a tsunami the moment it was released. It immediately overwhelmed everyone!With Bartolomew being at the forefront, it was as if a huge mountain had suddenly appeared above his head. It forced him to kneel!This was the true gap between

"Sect?"Fred’s forehead creased slightly at the suggestion. He had been exposed to some sects like the Sky Martial Sect and the Rising Clouds Sect during his time in the secular world. Thus, he was aware that organizations formed by cultivators were typically stringent in their management and often exclusive. He might be able to handle regular Ancient Warlords now that he had restored 10% of his strength. However, there was a considerable risk of attracting Holy Emperor Howlite’s attention should his whereabouts be revealed. Fred was confident in his abilities, but facing a Holy Emperor with only 10% of his strength? He was not that blindly arrogant. It was precisely why Fred had chosen to leave the Nile family at the moment.Now, Seelie was proposing to enter a sect formed by Ancient Warlords. Would that not be equivalent to walking into a trap?What puzzled Fred the most was that Seelie usually discussed matters related to him privately to prevent others from learning about