"Hmph, foolish brat!" Caelus glanced at Dustin and sneered. "What would a stupid pig like you know about Sir Leon's strength? You could never even hope to reach his level!""Dustin, Sir Leon is a semi-Grandmaster. You shouldn't talk about things you don't know. Others might laugh at you," Ivy grumbled in displeasure."She's right. You should watch how Sir Leon takes his opponent down!" Maria echoed. All of them saw Dustin as someone who liked to talk others down to make himself feel good. The Dark Lord might be a powerful person, but he was still a Divine-level martial artist, which was nowhere near the level of a semi-Grandmaster."Let's hope things turn out the way you're hoping they will," Dustin simply responded. He's said everything he needed to say. If he said anymore, he would just make a fool of himself. "Sir Leon, I think he's right. If you're too scared to fight me alone, you can ask your leader to join the battle. Otherwise, you might suffer an embarrassing loss," The D
It had only taken the Dark Lord two seconds to defeat Herman and Leon. "What?" Everyone exclaimed, flabbergasted. No one had expected the two semi-Grandmasters to lose so terribly to the Dark Lord. "Master Herman!" Terrified, Caelus, Ivy, and Maria dashed toward their mentor. Herman and Leon were severely injured; they bled profusely from their noses, and they couldn't get back onto their feet. "How is this possible? The leader of the Invincible Guardians actually lost?" The Harmon family couldn't believe their eyes. The two semi-Grandmasters had been their final trump card, and they'd thought they'd have a winning chance against the Dark Lord, yet the latter had eventually won, which begged the question: if the Dark Lord was stronger than Herman and Leon, which Harmon family member would stand a chance against him?"If the two of you had come at me together, you could have won against me. Unfortunately, your confidence and pride blinded you." The Dark Lord peered down at them.
"Draw your weapons and fight!" Hector bellowed, his determined gaze psyching the rest of the family up. "Fuck, let's do this!""Charge!"The Harmon family yelled and drew their weapons. Their conflict with the Dark Lord had been going on for years, and there was no way he would let them go easily. So, they might as well give it their best shot if they were going to die. "You pests dare challenge me? You will all die!" The Dark Lord's expression hardened. "Hector, since you're being so stubborn, I'll turn this place into a bloodbath today!" He slowly pulled his hand back before slapping the ground harshly. Instantly, the ground shook, and snow exploded everywhere. A huge shadow palm fell from the sky and onto the Harmon family members, making it hard for them to breathe or even move. They realized that when their opponent was a Grandmaster martial artist, they couldn't even run if they wanted to."Hmm …" Dustin frowned. He was just about to make his move when a pebble shot towa
"How is that possible?" Everyone's jaws dropped. Even Herman hadn't been able to withstand a single strike from the Dark Lord, so how was the feeble old man still standing?"I—is this really happening? Mr. Robinson blocked the attack with his body?" Jacob's eyes were wide. "Holy shit! When did he become so powerful?" Trent gulped, his face stunned in disbelief. Although Hector didn't say anything, the shock was written all over his face."I didn't know there was someone so strong in the Harmon family!" Herman and Leon were secretly in awe. Even if the Dark Lord hadn't used all his might, his attack was still more than what most people could withstand. "What?" The Dark Lord staggered backward, flabbergasted. He had used eighty percent of his strength just now, yet Mr. Robinson had blocked his attack like it was nothing. "You should stop now." Mr. Robinson shook his head, a clear warning in his eyes."Shut up! I'm going to kill you!" The Dark Lord's gaze hardened. He took out a
"Michael Robinson?" As soon as everyone heard the name, their jaws dropped in shock. Michael Robinson, one of the five ultimate grandmasters in Balerno, was just as renowned as Paul Hill and was a legendary figure with an amazing reputation. Ten years ago, he single-handedly defended Westward Fortress by himself. He defeated three foreign ultimate grandmasters and repelled tens of thousands of enemies from breaking in. With him alone as defense, his opponents hadn't been able to step a single foot in, and this battle had made him famous. In a short year, word of his achievements spread far and wide, making him known as one of the strongest people in Balerno. No one expected the same person, who had gone missing for years, to suddenly appear here as an ordinary family servant. It showed that one should never judge a book by its cover."Mr. Robinson is the Grandmaster Michael Robinson? How is that possible?" Hector was dismayed. Michael Robinson was their family's ultimate trump c
The Dark Lord snuck away giddily, praising himself for his quick thinking that saved him from his death. There was no way he could have won against a monster like Michael. Only an idiot would have challenged that man. After getting over the scare, the Dark Lord thought of something and smiled. "So what if my opponent is the legendary Michael Robinson? I still got away. He's just a piece of trash!"Suddenly, his grin froze as he sensed danger coming from behind. He instinctively turned around to see a beam of light shooting toward him at lightning speed. "Aargh!" The Dark Lord shrieked in terror. He immediately used all his energy to form a shield. However, the barrier shattered as soon as it touched the light, which pierced his body. He howled in pain as he fell out of the sky and into the bushes. "Great job!" The crowd cheered. They thought that the Dark Lord would get away once more, but all it took was for Michael to throw his sword like a javelin to take the Dark Lord down.
Amidst the heavy snowfall, a figure in black dashed on frantically, ignoring the fierce winds. Blood trickled out of his wounds and dripped onto the fresh snow beneath him. "That piece of shit. He nearly killed me! Thank God I used Blood Shield, or I'd be dead meat by now!" The Dark Lord gritted his teeth, only letting out a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was on this trail, his face still ashen. Michael's final attack had been so strong that it had pierced his protective barrier and even managed to cut through his ametrine armor, leaving a deep gash on his back. If it weren't for that armor, he'd be dead by now. No wonder so many people feared the five Grandmasters. Fortunately, he managed to survive, and he even got some shocking information. The Dark Lord wheezed and coughed out blood as he dragged his battered body toward his hiding spot. After ten minutes, he finally reached a hidden area in the courtyard. "Who are you?" Several masked women jumped out, firmly clutc
"What is it?" Azalea asked curiously. "You've heard of the Mystic Arts Order, haven't you?" "Of course. It's the greatest dark faction of all time. It's even on par with Stonia's Celestial Alliance," Azalea answered. The Mystic Arts Order was a mysterious faction. Despite having only a few disciples, everyone in the group was trained in the mystic arts as well as martial arts. And because of their ruthless way of killing their targets discreetly, they quickly became the strongest dark faction of all time."I used to be part of the group," The Dark Lord said wistfully. "I might not have been the brightest disciple there, but I was still a talented individual with a bright future. However, I was kicked out after committing a crime.""Do you still wish to return there?" Azalea asked. "Of course." The Dark Lord nodded. "That place is like heaven to people like us. It's filled with numerous secret arts and is home to many powerful fighters. If I can get back in, I'd be far stronge