“An eight-stage Inch Punch!”
Master Saunders had no doubts, not a single one, because the explosive bursts of energy surging from the opponent were proof enough. If his first-stage Inch Punch could be likened to a small pebble, then the opposing force was an entire Alpine mountain range.
Boundless.
Vast as the ocean.
The moment they collided, his energy was utterly obliterated.
His face was left in shock.
“No… How could there be an eight-stage Inch Punch… How is it possible for someone to cultivate an eight-stage Inch Punch…”
Clarence Saunders couldn’t understand.
He had shown extraordinary talent in martial arts from a young age, and had spent a lifetime to master the Inch Punch. He believed he was the best in the world.
But why, why could someone cultivate the ancient martial art of Inch Punch to the eighth stage?
However, the eight-stage Inch Punch didn’t give him the chance to voice his confusion again.
“No!”
A cry of dissatisfaction.
But in the end, he couldn’t stand against wave after wave of Inch Punch.
One by one, they exploded from his arm, until he was reduced to a blood-soaked figure, falling to the ground with a face full of unwillingness, confusion, and shock. Until his death, he never understood why someone could cultivate the Inch Punch to the eighth stage.
No one answered him.
And no one told him that he wasn’t facing some unknown soldier, but Kisia’s number one war god.
“Is he dead?”
After Clarence Saunders had completely fallen, the two people on the side were utterly stunned.
Blake Gilkes was stunned.
James Gilkes was also stunned.
“This was my close friend, a martial arts master. We spent over a billion to retain him, as the final trump card for our family. Did he just die? Just like that?”
Blake Gilkes sat on the ground, his face full of panic and drenched in cold sweat.
The once composed head of the Gilkes family had completely changed.
His ace in the hole was gone.
“My master is gone just like that?”
Among them, the most affected was James Gilkes. This was his newly acknowledged master. He had been ready to become his disciple and learn great martial arts skills.
He had planned to gain fame throughout the South Province.
But now, his master had been defeated in one move?
This…
This was too fast…
James Gilkes was on the verge of tears.
Still, Blake Gilkes, being the head of a family, quickly recovered, immediately fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he crawled towards Robin, “Mr. X, the Gilkes family was wrong, really wrong, I beg you, please be magnanimous and spare us.”
Their trump card was gone.
The entire Gilkes family was at Mr. X’s mercy.
If he didn’t surrender now, death awaited him.
Pleading might offer a glimmer of hope.
He also harshly kicked James Gilkes, pushing him to kneel on the ground, “You little brat, apologize to Mr. X right now. If not for you, how would the Gilkes family have offended Mr. X?”
“What???”
Although James Gilkes didn’t know when he offended Mr. X, if his father said to apologize, he had to apologize.
Immediately, both of them, faces covered in tears, crawled towards Robin.
Begging Robin to forgive them.
However, before they could reach him, Jeff Reczek’s military knife was horizontally placed at their necks. A cold chill filled their senses, causing them to shiver, not daring to move.
If they moved, they might die.
“Stay away from my master.”
Jeff Reczek looked at the two with disgust in his eyes.
“You nobles, your spines are really softening. You kneel as soon as it’s demanded. If I ask you to kill one of each other to survive, will you do it?”
Robin jeered.
Blake Gilkes and James Gilkes exchanged a glance, fear in their eyes. If that was the condition for survival, they might really resort to parricide.
“Fine, I don’t like playing this game. Tell me, who is the Harding behind the Roach family, no, behind all of St. Sunday?”
Robin stared at them and asked.
“That person… we don’t know.”
Blake Gilkes shook his head. The next second, he felt the military knife pressing harder on his neck. He was about to cry, quickly saying, “We really don’t know. That person is very mysterious. Except for Ben Roach, nobody has seen him. But he will appear at tomorrow’s auction and officially preside over the alliance between St. Sunday and South Land.”
Blake Gilkes was frightened, spilling everything like beans from a bag.
“Where is your Sword of Supreme?” Robin asked again.
“It’s over there. If I give it to you, can you spare my life?”
Blake Gilkes hesitated but didn’t continue. He compromised, asking to be spared, just him, and no one else.
He reasoned that if he lost his son, he could have another. But if he was gone, everything would be lost.
At these words, James Gilkes’ face turned pale. He looked at Blake Gilkes incredulously. He wanted to ask, but the military knife at his neck kept him still. He could only stare wide-eyed at Blake Gilkes.
“Interesting.”
Robin smirked, then said, “All right, I always keep my word.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Blake Gilkes would do anything to survive now.
He was just in his fifties and had too many lovers outside. How could he die so easily? He still had a lot of life left to enjoy.
Quickly, he went to a cabinet and took out a box. Opening the box, there was an old and rusty sword with some soil on it, clearly unsealed.
“Sword of Supreme.”
Robin picked up the sword.
Immediately, the sword began to tremble, and the rust on it started to flake off. It seemed to be revealing its true form.
However, Robin uttered a word: “Seal.”
Suddenly, the sword returned to its original state, a rusty and broken appearance.
“Now is not your time to emerge.”
Robin murmured, then put the sword back in the box and held it in his hand. Then he walked towards the door.
“I’m saved.”
Blake Gilkes watched Robin leave, sighing in relief.
He was finally saved.
But before he could celebrate, a dagger flew in and pinned him to the wall by his shoulder. Blood gushed out, and he couldn’t move.
“Why… why?”
Blake Gilkes’ eyes bulged, looking outside.
“I said I wouldn’t kill you, but it doesn’t mean I won’t punish you. Oh right, you there, you’re James Gilkes, right? You can do it now. He wanted to live alone just now. Kill him, and you’ll be the head of the Gilkes family, owning everything.”