A young man from the hotel rooftop leaped down,nding in a half-kneel.


    Two deep footprints appeared on the ground.


    The next momentter, he was right in front of the boss in a sh.


    With his pale and distinct hands, he grasped the boss by the throat and coldly demanded, ” Who sent


    you?”


    A sense of imminent death enveloped the boss, his pupils shrinking in terror.


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    The cold-faced young man swiftly snapped the boss’ neck.


    He then turned his gaze to the other three men.


    Just his gaze alone forced the three men to kneel.


    The other two exchanged nces, choosing to remain silent.


    The cold-faced youth scoffed, then swiftly moved and used his robust inner energy to shatter the hearts


    of the two men.


    Killing was as easy as turning his hand.


    This


    person was undeniably ruthless.


    One of the guys was soaked in his own urine from fright. He blurted out, “It… it… it was Chad Mare


    who s-sent us!”


    The cold-faced youth responded tly, “Tell him… if he even thinks about harming Hera’s family, these


    men’s fate will be his.”


    “Okay…”


    The man stammeringly nodded vigorously before scrambling away into the shadows.


    An old man in old-school clothing handed a voice recorder to the cold-faced youth.


    Then, he and three others retreated.


    The cold-faced youth turned to go back to the hotel but stopped abruptly. “Come out now…


    From the shadows, a man with scar tattoos all over his face and long, unkempt hair limped forward.


    He looked like a vagrant who had been wandering for a long time.


    “Sawyer Ford?”


    The


    young man narrowed his eyes in recognition.


    This man was a stage nine great-grandmaster from the Klein family.


    He was proficient in 36 martial arts forms, each mastered to perfection.


    His formidable skills once defeated two Profound Reality Realm experts.


    The martial arts world dubbed him the Martial Maniac.


    Sawyer put his hands in his pockets, flipping his greasy, unwashed hair back. He smirked. ” What’s the


    rtionship between Hera and the Skyes? Did the Skyes actually send you to protect her?”


    The cold-faced youth retorted, “What’s it to you?”


    Sawyer walked up to the cold-faced youth, tilted his head, and looked at the young man who was a


    head taller than him. He smirked. “Of course, it has something to do with me. I came to kill Hera Lewis!”


    The cold-faced youth clenched his fists, “You can try…”


    Sawyer chuckled ominously. “Even your master lost to me. Do you think you stand a chance against


    me?”


    The young man’s facial muscles quivered. His intense inner energy swirled around him, creating gusts


    of wind.


    Squinting, Sawyer taunted, “So, you really want to fight? Then today, I’ll send you to meet your master!”


    He swung his fist with such force that the surrounding street lights flickered.


    The cold-faced youth crossed his arms in defense, blocking Sawyer’s punch.


    The impact was so immense like it was arge truck moving at full speed that he skidded several


    meters back.


    It gouged two deep tracks in the asphalt.


    The cold-faced youth was shocked. Without hesitation, he charged at Sawyer.


    He was repelled with another explosive force, which sent him flying.


    When hended, he skidded another ten meters.


    Pushing himself up from the ground, the young man spat out a mouthful of blood.


    The difference in strength between the two stage nine great-grandmasters was horrifying!


    Sawyer, truly deserving of his reputation as Martial Maniac, eximed with excitement, “Boy, meet your


    end!”


    He leaped high, preparing to deliver a crushing blow.


    However, just as he was about tond, a cold voice rang in his ear.


    “Scram!”