Ethan Smithâs voice wasnât loud, but it reached everyoneâs ears.
His eyes stared forward, glaring at Kylan Taylor and the others.
Kylan Taylor slowly stood up.
A cigar was in his mouth as usual, and his face showed a hint of contempt.
âEthan Smith, you indeed won, but what does it matter?â Kylan Taylor said indifferently.
Ethan Smithâs face turned cold, and he said in a cold voice, âWhat do you mean?â
Kylan Taylor sneered, âYou just defeated Dexter Blair. Do you really think youâve won against all of us?â
âYou think youâre qualified to take people away?â
Ethan Smith narrowed his eyes and said coldly, âThe honorable Mr. Taylor, actually going back on his word?â
Kylan Taylor laughed loudly, âDexter is the one who promised you, not us! When have I ever agreed to your terms?â
Ethan Smithâs anger grew stronger on his face. Taking a deep breath, he said, âToday I will definitely take Emily away. Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill them!â
âWhat a big mouth!â Kylan Taylor said coldly.
With a wave of Kylan Taylorâs hand, dozens of people with guns rushed out!
Countless black gun barrels pointed towards Ethan Smith!
Suddenly, several powerful auras emerged.
At a glance, eight Martial Artists slowly approached Ethan Smith.
âEthan Smith, you will die here today,â Kylan Taylor said coldly.
Ethan Smith scanned the crowd, and his fists clenched tightly.
âKylan Taylor, you treacherous villain! Arenât you afraid of tarnishing the Taylor familyâs reputation?â Ethan Smith shouted angrily.
Kylan Taylor sneered, âTarnish the Taylor familyâs reputation? Ethan Smith, do you think anyone here will expose whatâs happening?â
âLet me tell you, you donât know the kind of people youâre facing!â
Ethan Smith looked at the people and realized that they wouldnât care about what was true or false.
âI can maintain my current state for at most five minutes.â Ethan Smith took a deep breath.
Five minutes to kill eight Martial Artists was simply impossible!
If a Martial Artist was determined to escape, no one could easily kill them!
As long as they held on for five minutes, Ethan Smith would certainly die today!
âEthan Smith, you should stay.â
Just then, three more Martial Artists appeared!
The three were dressed in white robes, and the Capital City Martial Arts Association logo was on their chests!
âI didnât expect the people from the Capital City Martial Arts Association to come!â
âEleven Martial Artists, thisâ¦this is simply horrifying!â
âWith such power, fleeing would be impossible!â
Ethan Smithâs face grew even more ugly as he hadnât expected these people to come as well!
âEthan Smith, do you understand now?â Kylan Taylor said indifferently.
âEven if you win, thereâs nothing you can do as long as we want to kill you. You have no chance to fight back.â
âJust like today, who can help you?â
Ethan Smith looked coldly at everyone, his body full of strength, saying in a cold voice, âCome on, I, Ethan Smith, fear nothing!â
âHmph, Ethan Smith, we are not fools.â One of the Martial Artists said coldly.
âIn a short while, your strength will disappear. By then, you will be like fish on a chopping board, and we donât need to fight with you.â
Ethan Smithâs complexion was extremely unsightly. His internal strength had already begun to fade, faster than he had imagined!
Such a technique, forcibly enhancing oneâs strength, would ultimately result in severe injuries!
By then, Ethan Smith would not be able to fight even an ordinary Martial Artist, let alone a Grandmaster!
âIf Iâm not mistaken, youâre already running out of strength.â Alonzo White said with a faint smile.
âCongratulations on your victory over Dexter today, but unfortunately, today is the day of your death.â
Ethan Smith remained silent, feeling his bodyâs strength fade quickly, and his body becoming more and more heavy.
His Martial Artist strength finally collapsed, and pain spread throughout Ethan Smithâs body.
âPuff!â
A mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.
He was kneeling down, trying to stand up, but he couldnât.
âHahaha!â Seeing this, the crowd laughed out loud.
âThis kid has lost his strength to resist. Everyone, attack and kill him directly.â
Someone unknown took the lead, reaching out with a palm, and a terrifying aura instantly aimed at Ethan Smithâs face!
âBoom!â
However, at this moment, a purple flame burst forth from a distance, colliding with the powerful force!
The brilliance that should have rushed towards Ethan Smith instantly disappeared!
âWho!â The caster shouted angrily.
âYou guys are really despicable!In front of so many people, you gang up to bully the weak, arenât you shameful?â A cold voice came.
Glancing over, you could see the Pavilion Master standing beside Ethan Smith.
âLord of Medicine God Pavilion?â The people from the Capital City Martial Arts Association narrowed their eyes.
âMartha Evans, you canât protect Ethan Smith today.â
âThatâs right, youâre just one person, while we have eleven Martial Artists!â
The Pavilion Masterâs face remained unchanged, saying indifferently, âIs that so? Well, just come and try!â
The Pavilion Master stomped her foot, and a purple aura spread out once again!
âMartha Evans! Donât be arrogant just because someone is protecting you!â Someone shouted.
âIf you donât want to die, leave now. You alone canât change anything!â
The Pavilion Master remained silent, but her fighting intent was set.
âSince thatâs the case, donât blame us for being rude!â The eleven Martial Artists advanced at the same time, and the auras of both sides clashed.
âWhat about me joining in?â
At this moment, another voice came in!
Turning around, an old man with white hair was slowly walking out.
Looking at the old man, the faces of the people on the scene showed a trace of confusion.
âWho is this old guy? Why havenât we seen him before?â
âI donât know, judging by his shabby appearance, he should be a farmer, right?â
âWhy is a farmer coming here? And how did he get in?â
As the crowd was discussing, the faces of the Martial Artists suddenly changed.
âYouâ¦youâre Jackson Harris?!â Someone exclaimed.
âJacksonâ¦Jackson Harris? The Jackson Harris who is on par with Ignacio Burke?!â
âWhy is he here? Wasnât he supposed to be in seclusion?â
Jackson Harris remained silent, slowly pacing to stand by the Pavilion Master.
âIâve met Mr. Harris before.â The Pavilion Master bowed slightly.
Jackson Harris nodded in response.
On the stage, Kylan Taylor and the others looked even more ugly.
He slammed the table, pointed at Jackson Harris, and scolded, âJackson Harris, this matter has nothing to do with you. You better not interfere!â
âThatâs right, we all know that you are powerful, but you are not Ignacio Burke. You are just a mere Martial Artist! You canât change anything!â
Unlike Ignacio Burke, Ignacio had entered the battle zone and possessed great power.
However, Jackson Harris had always been a loner. Although he was powerful, he had no connections.
Jackson Harris leaned back with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly, âToday, I will definitely take this person away. If anyone doesnât accept it, feel free to make a move.â