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
For several minutes, there is total silence in Dojo Eternal, with only the faint sound of the wind hovering around. The silence grows, causing the students, Margaret and Ethan to become restless. What if The Grim Reaper is angry at them? What if that is why he hasn't shown his face till now? These thoughts gnaw at them, causing their bodies to be covered in sweat, their hair to stand on end like sculptures, and goosebumps to cover their skin."Margaret, The Grim Reaper has refused to show his face or acknowledge our welcome gesture, perhaps, is he angry with us? For someone who asked for his help, you should know how he feels about us, right?" Growing increasingly restless, Ethan sways his gaze to Margaret and asks in a low voice."The Grim Reaper is like a god amongst men, though I'm his daughter-in-law and have asked for his help, how can I possibly know how he feels about us? Hmph! I haven't even seen his face!""What?" Ethan's mouth twitches. "You mean you don't know what he look
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
"Don't spout nonsense here!" Henry glowers at her, clenching his fists."Oh?" Daisy chuckles. "So my words are nonsense while yours aren't? How ridiculous. Anyway, I can't bother to banter words with you."She then turns to Jordan and calmly suggests, "Since she doesn't want to heed your advice, you should just let her be.""Yes, Jordan," Natasha, who has been silent up to this point, chimes in. She may not understand why Jordan is advising Isabella against investing in Starwood Apparels and why he believes the company won't survive for long, but if there is anything she has learned about Jordan, it is that he doesn't make baseless claims and there's a deeper reason behind every of his word and action. If he says Isabella will be making a mistake, she believes him. He probably has his reasons for not openly sharing why he feels this way."If you ever cared about me, you should heed my advice, even if it's the last time you do," Jordan, however, ignores Daisy and Natasha's advice as h
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
There is no other exchange between The Grim Reaper and Jordan as The Grim Reaper suddenly taps his foot and darts at Jordan with a destructive force that obliterates everything that comes into contact with the cloud as he moves.However, in the face of this impending danger, instead of reacting, Jordan remains sitting, utterly unfazed. He doesn't even bother to lift his gaze toward the approaching cloud, let alone see through it. Instead, he nonchalantly retrieves his button phone and begins playing a game.Seeing this, The Grim Reaper's face darkens drastically. "Punk, die with your arrogance!" He hollers and raises his fist, which emerges from the cloud, targeting Jordan's head with a powerful strike.But at this moment, just as the punch is on the brink of landing squarely on Jordan's head, he abruptly raises his index finger.BOOM! The impact of The Grim Reaper's punch against Jordan's finger sends shockwaves through the entire area. Jordan's finger remains steady and unyielding,
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
"Good Morning to you too, Mr. Steele," bypassing Ethan's question, Margaret says with a light smile as she shuts the door and makes her way into the room, taking a seat on the wooden chair beside him. "Looking at your face, I assume you also didn't blink at all last night, right?" She asks."Right," Ethan doesn't deny it as he retorts. "I lost my only son, how could I possibly enjoy the leisure of sleep?""Hmm," Margaret hums. "Is that the only reason you didn't sleep at all last night?" She shoots him a scrupulous look.Ethan arches a brow, asking solemnly, "What are you driving at?"Margaret leans forward slightly, her expression serious as she replies, "Well, Mr. Steele, I didn't sleep because not only did I lose my husband, becoming a widow in my late thirties, but also because the murderer of my husband still lives. I'm trying to know if you also didn't think in that direction regarding your son throughout the night."Ethan takes a deep breath, squashing the light of the cigaret