Chapter 0454 Deep into the night, a chilling wind whispered through the desolate northern cliffs. At the base, an eerie, long-forgotten wooden shack stood, its door creaking open under the careful hand of Quinby Yanker. He slipped inside, his movements as silent as the shadows that danced across the walls.

That was the place, the exact location Zane's note had led him to.

The interior of the shack was a testament to neglect, with cobwebs every corner and decades-old decor buried under a thick blanket of dust. It was clear no soul had set foot there in ages.

"Thirty years ago, that was a hideout

for the Black Maple," Quinby murmured to himself. He paused, pulling out a northern map and marking it with a stark red 'X' before shaking his head and heading back to the door.

His every sense was on high alert. As a proud practitioner of the Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist and a protege of Zane, Quinby had been on many such missions, each executed flawlessly.

This night would be no different.

He had been vigilant since stepping into the shack, his focus razor-sharp, ready for any hint of danger. However, as he moved to leave, nothing had seemed amiss—until that final moment.

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force of a wildfire, targeting an

fundamental move of his martial art, swift and devastating. It was a strike that could shatter steel, aimed at the lower defenses of

followed was unexpected—a sharp, resounding

unstoppable in its fury, collided with what might as well have been an unbreakable wall of the toughest alloy, snapping his wrist bone clean through. The jagged ends of the bone

difference in their power was staggering, In the shadows, a figure too blurred for the eye to catch let out a raspy, chilling chuckle. With a nonchalant flick

stop!" Agony from the torn limb wracked Quinby's body, making him shudder violently. He managed to force out a plea, "Mercy, sir, you've got it all wrong..." A misunderstanding? "Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist, and you're from the Yanker family, yet you claim a misunderstanding?

to explain. With a fierce twist, he snapped OQuinby's

the lifeless body aside as if it were nothing, sending it flying

cross me." He turned northward,

man, wild and imposing, crouched

side was relatively untouched, the

Mountain, within the solemn walls of the Yanker

Zane announced, his back

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