Scar had misled the people in King City, including himself, when Eric assumed the role of Ghostface. The Hernandezes suffered the most in this situation. Eric shattered their carefully laid plans for a comeback in King City's underworld."Find out who Ghostface really is!" Javier yelled, his anger evident.Every time they devised a plan, someone would appear and thwart their efforts. Unfortunately, information about Ghostface was scarce.Deducing Eric's identity from his fighting style proved impossible for the Hernandezes. After all, Eric used Formless when he fought Chase. Matteo had arranged a fight for Eric. In just one punch, Eric ηαδ left Chase severely injured and unable to continue. This not only crushed the Hernandezes' dreams of returning to King City's underworld but also burdened them with a negative public image.-Upon Eric's return to the lounge, Matteo regarded him with respect. Eric was not only a medical genius but also an awe-inspiring martial artist.Wavin
Eric was genuinely surprised. He had no clue about the inside stories surrounding King City's underground arena.Tiger chimed in. "Mate, even if the owner of the underground arena comes looking for Mr. Johnson, it might not necessarily be a bad thing, right?"Matteo replied, "It's indeed a bad thing. You see, there were formidable fighters who had mastered the energy strike, but there isn't a single one left. All those who demonstrated the energy strike have vanished!""What?!" Tiger was taken aback. He couldn't help but glance at Eric. If what Matteo said was true, did this mean Eric was also a target?However, Eric remained composed. He believed that a person wouldn't just disappear in today's society, especially someone like him. He overlooked one thing, though. Those who mastered the energy strike were renowned figures in the martial arts world."What should we do?" Sylvia asked anxiously. Would Eric be the next target?"Don't worry," Eric reassured her. "I'm sure they wouldn
After they exited the car, they were directed to the living room."Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson!" A middle-aged man chuckled. He was James, Jessica's father and the head of the Watsons.Prior to Eric and Sylvia's arrival, James had already prepared snacks. In the presence of a young physician like Eric, James displayed the due respect required by his status.All of the key figures of the Watsons, including Jessica and Trevor, were present.Once they were seated, Eric got straight to the point. "Mr. Watson, I'd like to inquire about the owner of the underground arena in King City."James was slightly taken aback, showing hesitance in addressing this topic. After a brief pause, he asked, "Hol. Johnson, why do you suddenly ask about this? It's been a long time since anyone inquired about the owner."He couldn't fathom why a renowned physician like Eric would be interested in the affairs of the underground arena.Eric explained, "Last night, I had a match in the underground arena.
As Eric listened, a deep furrow appeared on his brow. After all, James had not mentioned anything about the missing fighters.Where had they gone? Were they still alive? Did no one care about this matter?Even James, the head of the prestigious Watsons, lacked answers to these questions."You should be cautious, Mr. Johnson," James remarked. "Fortunately, you wore a mask last night, and hopefully, the person behind the underground arena doesn't know your identity. But I'm afraid they didn't anticipate that you could unleash an energy strike.""Thank you for the information," Eric replied.James' information only deepened the mystery of the situation. If even a family like the Watsons couldn't find answers to these questions, Eric wondered who could.After their brief visit, Eric and Sylvia bid farewell, with Jessica escorting them out. She gazed at Eric and advised, "Eric, you should be careful. Perhaps it's best to avoid the underground arena for now to avoid exposure."Eric no
Finding someone capable of unleashing energy strikes proved difficult, and the cost of hiring such a person was surprisingly high. The expense of employing someone with such prowess could cover the salaries of all the Montgomery guards.Yet, Grace recognized the importance of having such martial strength within the family—the benefits would undoubtedly outweigh the costs.Regrettably, Grace was aware that Eric wouldn't stay with the Montgomerys indefinitely. If anything were to happen to the Montgomerys, it might be too late for Eric to come from Salt City.With this concern in mind, Grace asked, "Eric, can you pass on your martial arts skills to others?"Eric understood that his mother wanted him to train the Montgomery guards. He responded, "Mom, I can stay and teach to some extent, but I can't guarantee the same skill level in others. Achieving this level comes easily to me, but it's not necessarily attainable for everyone. Some people have trained in martial arts for decades an
"Okay!" Urias nodded in agreement. He wouldn't miss such a chance. Even if there was just a glimmer of hope, he would pursue it.Grace and the others departed. If Urias could grow stronger, it would benefit the Montgomerys. However, they didn't have overly high expectations. Everyone knew that mastering energy strikes was challenging.Now, only Eric, Sylvia, and the Montgomery guards remained on the scene.Urias glanced at the guards and said, "Continue your training. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, please come with me."After moving a distance away from the training area, Urias expressed his admiration, "Mr. Johnson, I envy you. Unleashing energy strikes at 30 is incredible! With your current level, you'll be unmatched when you become a grandmaster."Eric and Sylvia were puzzled.After a moment, Eric asked, "Mr. Doberman, doesn't mastering energy strikes mean one becomes a grandmaster?"Urias's expression froze as he looked at Eric. After a pause, he asked, "Mr. Johnson, do you really th
"Are there any legends?" Urias chuckled. "In the realm of martial arts, grandmasters are already top-tier fighters."In the decades I've been around, I've rarely seen any fighters who can execute energy strikes, let alone legends. It seems like they have disappeared, or perhaps they discovered there are other martial realms beyond legend and pursued those paths instead."He looked at Eric and continued. "Mr. Johnson, never underestimate human greed. Take earning money, for example. When you earn your first hundred thousand, you desire a second hundred thousand. But once you make a million, you surely want to make tens of millions."Greed is a bottomless pit. It's what drives humans to keep moving forward. For example, aren't you curious to become a legend after knowing that there's something beyond the grandmaster level?"Eric nodded without hesitation. "Exactly. I'm very curious how powerful they are."Urias waved his hand and said, "Legends engage in more than just martial arts.
Urias nodded, acknowledging Eric's words. "I relied on my martial arts to counter the attack, but comprehending energy strikes remains challenging," he admitted.It was clear that some things would forever elude certain individuals. While Eric had developed his unique punching style, Urias had adhered to traditional techniques, and Eric had surpassed him in understanding martial arts.Eric sighed. "Mr. Doberman, please don't give up just yet. There's still hope for you."Urias smiled, appreciating Eric's encouragement. "At my age, I don't have many pursuits left, but your future is limitless. Just be cautious of those connected to the underground arena, and I hope your mask can protect your identity for a while."Eric nodded.Considering the power of the underground arena, if someone intended to find him, they likely would have done so already. The fact that no one had come looking for him indicated that his identity remained concealed.Eric had no intention of participating in a