A visible sonic wave repelled Sawyer.


    Sawyer’s knees mmed into the ground, creating a two-meter wide crater in the asphalt road


    surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks.


    The cold-faced youth gasped, realizing the deadly consequence if that hit hadnded on him!


    Sawyer tilted his head, peering into the darkness at the end of the road.


    The pitch ck revealed nothing.


    “Who’s there… Show yourself!”


    Sawyer shouted with fiery eyes.


    Yet, there was no response.


    Who was it?


    Who could it be?


    The Skyes could not possibly have such an expert.


    Who else was protecting Hera?


    “ying hide and seek with me? I will find you…”


    Seeming deranged, Sawyer vanished like a wraith into the street.


    The cold-faced youth exhaled deeply, his demeanor instantly deted.


    On the eighth floor of the hotel, Hera hid behind the curtains, pointing her phone toward the street


    outside.


    She was video-calling Nash.


    The recent sonic explosion had caught Nash’s attention, prompting her to show him the situation


    outside.


    “Is it over?” Hera asked with a gulp.


    It was no wonder the families in Capiton were so powerful.


    The martial artists here were vastly superior to those in Jonford.


    “It’s over,” Nash replied absentmindedly.


    Sawyer Ford!


    This was the martial prodigy once praised by Nash’s master.


    Seven years ago, Sawyer had suffered a bacsh due to over-practicing, and the master had


    expressed his regrets for him multiple times.


    Hera took her phone to the bed, voicing her concerns, “I’ll take my parents and leave for home


    tomorrow. Capiton is too dangerous!”


    “That’s a wise choice,” Nash responded with a smile.


    Hera yawned, “It’ste… I need to sleep now.”


    Nash softly replied, “Goodnight, baby.”


    “Goodnight…”


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    With that, Hera ended the call and was about to turn off the lights when she noticed a dark object fly


    through a gap in the window andnded on the floor.


    It looked like a voice recorder!


    On the hotel rooftop.


    The cold-faced youth sat cross-legged. After reporting to Theo, he began to meditate and heal his


    injuries.


    Meanwhile, Theo ryed the news he received to Nash.


    “It’s a mysterious expert!


    “I wonder who it could be?”


    During his video call with Hera, Nash indeed heard someone utter the word “scram”.


    The call was even disrupted at that moment.


    It was a power that could affect the maic field. Its level of cultivation must be beyond the Profound


    Reality Realm.