When Garrett slammed his hand on the table, the other martial artists stood up and expressed frustration."Mr. Styles, you know there's a code in the martial world. We can tolerate waiting, but leaving Elder Mason waiting like this? That's downright disrespectful.""You're right! It doesn't matter who they are since nobody should keep us waiting like this!""Mr. Styles, this guest's behavior is completely unacceptable. We should just show him the door!"The room was filled with frustration and anger. Garrett's remarks ignited a spark while they had shown patience out of deference to the Hall of Gods. The other martial artists wasted no time in releasing their bottled-up frustration."It's not about disrespecting you, but it's evident that this guest lacks respect for the Hall of Gods," Garret said.He emphasized, "He has kept us waiting well beyond the agreed-upon time. Such arrogance shouldn't be tolerated.""Elder Mason and esteemed guests, I apologize for mishandling this m
The room fell into a sudden hush like time had frozen. Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before them.First, they glanced at Lucian, who was seriously injured and spewing blood. Then, their attention shifted to the drunken man swaying unsteadily.Confusion clouded their minds. They had witnessed Lucian delivering a decisive blow directly to the drunkard's face.Yet, why was the drunkard unharmed while Lucian suffered serious injuries?"What the heck just happened? How did Lucian get tossed like that?""It... it must be the drunkard's protective armor energy! Thunderbolt Fist's punch went smack into that armor!""Protection armor energy? Wait, could this beggar be a grandmaster martial artist?"After a brief moment of silence, the room exploded into chaos.No one could have predicted that this disheveled, stinking drunkard would be a formidable adversary.Lucian, alias Thunderbolt Fist, was a legend in the martial world. He was renowned for his bone-crushing blo
"Who the hell are you? Tell us your name!" Garrett's face tensed as he frowned.Despite his attack, the beggar remained unruffled and composed. Not only did the beggar's counterattack neutralize Garrett's strike, but it also sent him stumbling back.Garrett realized the beggar's skill surpassed his. It was hard for him to fathom how someone so unassuming could wield such power."Ah… excellent wine!" The drunkard remained indifferent to Garrett's question and fully engrossed in his drink.Sensing Garrett's mounting frustration, Hank stepped in. "Let's not get worked up, gentlemen."He stood between the two parties with a smile. "You know what they say about a friendly spar can break the ice. After our little tussle earlier, I bet we all better understand each other now. Allow me to make the introductions."With a gesture toward the drunkard, he said, "This gentleman here is the esteemed Mr. Willard Lent. He is also known as the Wein Sage. I'm sure many of you are familiar with his
Hank remained unperturbed when confronted with everyone's apprehension. It was as if he had foreseen their anxieties.Despite his affiliation with the Hall of Gods, his upbringing in Dragonmarsh had endowed him with a profound understanding of the strength of Sacred Wrym Summit.Even the most renowned elites wouldn't dare to challenge the Sacred Wrym Summit.Hank reassured, "Fear not, everyone." Then, he gestured for silence and waited until the room fell quiet before continuing, "I understand your worries. But rest assured, we won't send you into danger unprepared. "Even if we venture into the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit, we'll take all necessary precautions to minimize risks.""Mr. Styles, what's the Hall of Gods' plan? It's better to be straight with us so we know where we stand," Garrett asked."Yeah, let's have some transparency here. We need to know what we're getting into," the others chimed in.They weren't eager to be sacrificial lambs and charged mindless
"Elder Mason, what do you think?" Hank turned to Garrett as the tension eased."If the Hall of Gods is extending such sincerity, it would be impolite of us to refuse," Garrett replied with a smile.With all these rare treasures being presented, they couldn't possibly refuse such an offer. They knew completing the mission would set them up for a comfortable retirement.Though risky, the potential rewards made it a gamble worth taking. Besides, they would be an unstoppable force with the Cosmos Demons on their side.After all, they never backed down from danger, even when faced with the toughest challenges."Elder Mason, your decisiveness is admirable." Hank smiled and turned to Willard. "Mr. Lent, what about you?""As long as there's good booze, then we've got a deal," Willard slurred with drunken cheer."Perfect! Then, it's settled." Hank perked up with a bright smile."Wait! I've got a question." Dustin, who had been observing quietly, spoke up."Oh? What's on your mind?" Ha
"I'm sorry. I can't answer that question because I don't know, either." Hank shook his head. He was already breaking the rules by telling them about the God King's involvement. Furthermore, disclosing the God King's identity or whereabouts was out of the question. In Dragonmarsh, even someone as powerful as the God King had to tread carefully. Any hint of their whereabouts, followed by an ambush from elites, would spell disaster."No problem. It's just a random question out of curiosity." Dustin simply shrugged it off with a faint smile."If there aren't any questions, how about we break for lunch? I've arranged a feast, and we can continue our conversation over food." Hank extended an invitation with a neutral expression."Sure." Dustin nodded."Let's go, everyone!" Hank called out before leading the group to the dining hall.Everyone was famished after waiting all morning. They immediately indulged in the feast laid out before them. Once they were full, Hank organized vari
"Sure. I'll go along with your plan." Dustin nodded.The rare treasures hidden in the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit were likely the Dracan essence.A treasure linked to the fate of the nation should never fall into the hands of the Hall of Gods. Who knew what kind of trouble that might cause?Dustin had initially braced himself to tackle this challenge alone. But now, he felt much more confident about taking on the Hall of Gods with Grace by his side.As a representative of Dragonmarsh royalty, she had the influence to rally allies and back them up.Grace said, "Okay, enough about the Hall of Gods. You need to stay focused on bringing your best at the Combat Tournament." She added, "And remember, Sacred Wrym Summit wouldn't organize something meaningless. The top three competitors are in for some serious perks and rewards.""I've already registered. I'm fully committed to giving it my all. You can count on that," Dustin replied with a smile.In fact, he was excited ab
Grace and Dustin followed a middle-aged woman into the villa.In the bedroom, a woman of striking beauty and regal presence lay unconscious on the bed. She was in her early 20s, with flawless skin and captivating features, even in her unconscious state. Her name was Alicia Marshall, and she held the fifth spot on the Beauty Ranking list.Each of the top ten women on the Beauty Ranking had a unique appeal. Alicia's beauty was like a rare alpine flower, pure and captivating, even without makeup.Aside from the unconscious Alicia, there was also a man and a young woman standing in the room.The man, around 30, dressed sharply in a suit. He was tall and handsome with a piercing gaze.The young woman, about 17 or 18, bore a strong resemblance to Alicia. She was equally beautiful and exuded a youthful energy. She was Alicia's younger sister, Aurora Marshall."Brian, Alicia's condition is worsening by the minute. When will that renowned miracle doctor you call arrive?" Aurora asked. "