Although the students of Vincy Martial Arts School may not have personally seen The Grim Reaper or known him, the school is filled with tales of him. The Grim Reaper holds a special place in the history of Vincy Martial Arts School as its founding ancestor and Vincy's great-grandfather. Many years ago, he was the one who established the school, but it was no easy task. He had to face numerous master martial artists who opposed the existence of his school. In his quest to protect and establish the school, he engaged in battles against over ten other schools and tens of thousands of martial artists, emerging victorious in all of them.The impact of his fights reverberated throughout East Veridora and shook its fabric, earning him the moniker of The Grim Reaper. He led the school for many years, but after he had an offspring, he inexplicably abandoned the school and went rogue, disappearing without a trace. His whereabouts became a mystery, and many believed he had met his demise. Howe

At a glance at the man who used to be her husband, Isabella feels a fleeting sense of nostalgia. However, the feeling doesn't last long as she soon shoots him a glare and asks sternly, "What are you doing here? Are you still following me around?""You really think too highly of yourself and feel the world revolves around you," before Jordan can even react, Daisy, who has just walked in, is quick to interject whilst rolling her eyes at Isabella.She has never liked Isabella to begin with and now, seeing her trying to ridicule Jordan, even though they aren't on good terms, she couldn't stand it.Isabella frowns as she takes in Daisy, who is standing beside Jordan, but her brows furrow even deeper when she sees another beautiful lady walking in and standing by his other side. "Huh?" Her mouth pats open. "So it's not just one now, but two?" She gives Jordan a sidelong glance and adds, "You concealed your true colors quite well."Jordan lets out a sigh. This is one thing about Isabella. She

With just a punch, the gigantic steel gate was severely warped!"Hmm," Standing at the side, Jordan slightly raises a brow. Ordinarily, most people would be astounded by the fact that a single punch could deform the gigantic gate and likely succumb to an overwhelming sense of fear. However, Jordan's reaction is different as he doesn't exhibit any concern over the damaged gate. Instead, he's preoccupied with the realization that if he had been even a nanosecond late from tilting his body, he might have been the one deformed."Not bad, you are the very first young man to evade my sneak attack. You certainly live up to your reputation. Now, I understand why you were able to defeat my great-grandson," a chilling gruff voice suddenly says."Great-grandson?" Jordan's mouth twitches and he turns his attention toward the source of the voice, only for his eyes to slightly dilate as he is met with a thick layer of cloud with cold wind hovering around it. "See," he mumbles silently and his eyes

It's a beautiful morning...Jordan is roused from his peaceful slumber by the insistent beeping of his phone. "Hmm," he groans as he reaches out to end the call, tossing the phone away. He had a long day yesterday, and even upon returning to his Paradise, while others rested, his fingers danced across the piano keys. It's safe to say that it hasn't been more than two hours since he finally retired for the night, and now it's already a full-fledged morning. How infuriating.BEEPBEEPAfter a while, Jordan's phone begins ringing yet again. "Fucking phone," Jordan curses as he reluctantly drags himself out of bed to answer the call on the third ring."Greetings, Sire," Arthur's cheerful voice comes from the other end."It had better be important, Smith, or I'll have your head on a platter," Jordan breathes.There is silence on the other end for a while before Arthur speaks in a deeply apologetic tone, "I'm sorry for waking you up, Sire. If it could have waited, I wouldn't have called t

It's late morning...Jordan walks out of his Paradise. At this moment, the Paradise has been restored to its former state. The damaged wall has been reconstructed and the gate replaced with an identical one, making it difficult to discern that the previous gate was ever damaged. Even the stone statue has been rebuilt, the holes covered, and the fallen trees cleared away. Everything appears as good as new, as if the events of the previous night never occurred.Jordan merely gives everything a brief, subtle glance before proceeding on his way. However, after taking just a few steps, Arthur's Rolls Royce Phantom pulls up in front of him. Arthur pops his head out and gestures respectfully, "Please hop in, Sire."Jordan arches an eyebrow, puzzled as to why Arthur, who was meant to send him the meeting location and get on with his daily activities, is now offering him a ride. Nevertheless, he says nothing, opening the backdoor and settling in comfortably."Sire, those staff are unaware of y