âFrom the Martial Saint?â Clare Richardsonâs face changed slightly, and the people around her looked at the man with the mustache.
The man with the mustache said grimly, âYes, this power definitely comes from the Martial Saint.â
âSo, does that mean Broderick is using the power of the Martial Saint now?â someone asked.
The man with the mustache frowned and said, âYou could say that, but compared to a real Martial Saint, Broderickâs strength is far inferior.â
âEven if Broderickâs strength is not as strong as a real Martial Saint, it is still not something a Marquis can compare to.â At this point, someone came forward and said.
âYes, Iâve heard that once hundreds of Marquisâs tried to besiege a Martial Saint, but in the end, they all died at the hands of that Martial Saint.â
âIn that case, Ethan Smith might be in trouble.â
âAfter all, Broderick is from the Capital City Martial Arts Association, they will definitely use unimaginable means.â
For a moment, everyoneâs faces showed a trace of solemnity.
âBroderick wins disgracefully, and if Ethan Smith loses, it would still be an honorable defeat.â someone said coldly.
Up ahead, Ethan Smith was being held in midair by Broderick.
His black palm gripped Ethan Smithâs head with a tremendous amount of force, causing Ethan Smith excruciating pain.
âWhat happened, Ethan Smith? Whereâs your skill?â Broderick taunted.
âIs this all youâve got?â
Ethan Smithâs mouth was bleeding, and his injuries were severe.
He tried to struggle but found Broderickâs strength to be overwhelming, making it impossible to break free.
âBroderick, just kill him!â Ms. Hayward shouted.
She knew that Ethan Smith might be hiding too many possibilities.
Broderick looked at Ms. Hayward and sneered, âEthan Smith, did you hear that? Ms. Hayward wants me to kill you.â
âYou must be very successful if Ms. Hayward is so concerned about you.â
As he spoke, Broderickâs grip on Ethan Smithâs head only grew stronger.
âAh!!!â
Agony caused Ethan Smith to scream in pain.
He felt as if his skull was about to be crushed, even his divine sense was trembling slightly.
âVenerable Fifth Mountain!â
At this moment, Ethan Smith suddenly shouted and unleashed a magical artifact!
Instantly, the Venerable Fifth Mountain slammed toward Broderick!
Broderick let out a cold snort, lifting his left hand to block, but found the Venerable Fifth Mountain incredibly heavy, and unable to stop it!
With no other choice, Broderick had to throw Ethan Smith aside and quickly retreated!
Seizing the opportunity, Ethan Smith quickly moved backward.
At the same time, a few pills appeared in his hand and he stuffed them into his mouth.
As the pills entered his stomach, Ethan Smithâs injuries healed significantly.
âEthan Smith! Donât fight him anymore, his power comes from the Martial Saint, and you canât compete with him!â the man with the mustache shouted.
Ethan Smith looked at the man with the mustache and clenched his teeth.
âPower of the Martial Saint⦠No wonder.â Ethan Smith took a deep breath.
âEthan, hurry up and flee! Broderick is a treacherous man!â the man with the mustache yelled.
âShut up, you noisy thing!â
At this moment, Ms. Hayward suddenly reached out and struck at the man with the mustache.
The man with the mustache quickly grabbed Clare Richardson and escaped several hundred meters away.
âYou little beast, you better keep your mouth shut, or I wonât mind killing you first.â Ms. Hayward said sinisterly.
On the mountain.
Ethan Smith clenched his teeth.
This was his only chance to find Emily Taylor. If he gave up now, he wouldnât know when the next opportunity would come.
âPower of the Martial Saint⦠I want to try it too.â Ethan Smith took a deep breath.
His fists clenched and the golden light appeared once more.
Then, Ethan Smith gripped the Absolute Beginning Sacred Fist and charged at Broderick again!This time, Little Black remained motionless, letting Ethan Smithâs Absolute Beginning Sacred Fist land on his body.
âClang!â
A huge collision sound, deafening!
Ethan Smithâs figure was instantly shaken back several steps!
On the other hand, Little Blackâs dark skin was still smooth and unaffected.
âCanât even break through the defenseâ¦â Ethan Smithâs eyebrows furrowed tightly.
Seeing this, Little Black couldnât help but laugh loudly.
âIs this your power? Ridiculous, too ridiculous!â Little Black roared in madness!
Ethan Smithâs face was cold, and with a flick of his wrist, the bronze sword was in his hand.
This bronze sword could even leave marks on the Immortal Slaying Sectâs door, so naturally, Little Blackâs flesh was nothing.
âLittle Black, this sword is extraordinary. Be careful!â Ms. Hayward shouted.
Little Black, who was like a mamaâs boy, obeyed Ms. Haywardâs words.
So, he immediately looked at Ethan Smith, adjusted his breath, and put on a serious face.
Ethan Smith gritted his teeth, his hands gripped the bronze sword, and his spiritual power surged into it.
One after another, the dazzling light started to flow on the body of the bronze sword, and the intimidating aura filled the air in an instant.
âNine Absolute Beginning Slashes, the third slash!â Ethan Smith raised his hand for the third slash!
He knew very well that the first two slashes wouldnât hurt Little Black!
The sky-reaching sword light appeared!
A terrifying aura filled the entire mountain stream!
âAh!â
Ethan Smith let out an angry roar, and the bronze sword in his hand fiercely slashed at Little Black!
Little Black dared not to slack off, he let out a great shout, raising both fists, facing the sword light directly!
âBoom!â
The collision of terrifying auras sent the bystanders flying!
Even the elegantly dressed young men from aristocratic families were vomiting blood!
As for Dexter Blair, he was kneeling on the ground, several bones broken!
âHow⦠how could this happenâ¦â Dexter Blair was in unbearable pain, and his face was full of shame!
Now, he couldnât even withstand the aftermath of Ethan Smithâs collision!
âSuch power, can it really be erupted by a humanâ¦â The others muttered in disbelief.
The light gradually dissipated, and Little Black shot out!
He looked down at Ethan Smith and grinned, âIt seems this is your trump card.â
âNot even the third slash of the Nine Absolute Beginning Slashes can hurt himâ¦â Ethan Smithâs face was extremely ugly.
After receiving the Power of Martial Saint, Little Blackâs strength had gone beyond imagination!
âEthan Smith, itâs my turn.â Little Blackâs hands were gently waving, as if brewing some terrifying move.
For an instant, a world-shaking power condensed on his body.
Feeling this power, everyoneâs face went extremely pale!
Even at a great distance, the powerâs terror could be felt!
Ethan Smith instinctively took two steps back, the strong power giving him a strong sense of crisis!
âOh no.â The man with the mustache paled in horror, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
âUnder this art, even Ethan Smith definitely canât withstand it!â
That power continued to grow, and under its influence, the whole space trembled nonstop.
âThink of a way!â Clare Richardson anxiously shouted.
The man with the mustache remained silent, constantly stroking his beard, looking extremely anxious.
âI got it!â At this moment, the man with the mustache seemed to have thought of something!
He hurriedly looked at Ethan Smith and shouted, âEthan Smith, bring out the landscape painting of the masked woman!â