Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

Chapter 158 Digging Your Own Grave

Seeing Emrys‘ attitude, Zeke roared in anger. However, Erwin waved his hand, signaling him to step back. Then, with an amused look, Erwin turned to Emrys and said, “Young man, you seem to carry quite an air of arrogance, don’t you?”

Emrys did not respond.

Erwin continued, “It’s normal for young people to have pride, but excessive pride is like digging your own grave. Do you think anyone will come to save you today?”

Erwin gave a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. He suddenly fixed a sharp gaze on Emrys,

Emrys, however, seemed completely oblivious. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, “Why should I wait for someone to come and rescue me? Can’t I save myself?”

“Save yourself?”

Erwin and Zeke exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.

Almost choking on his laughter, Zeke said, “Haha, kid, you’re really trying to make me die of laughter. You don’t seriously think your little tricks can match my dad’s skills, do you?”

Zeke had witnessed Emrys‘ skills back at Tulip Valley, which were indeed impressive, but that should not have made him proud.

Even if an ordinary person had exceptional fighting skills, in the face of a trained martial artist, they would merely be a laughingstock.

“Is it that funny?”

Just when Erwin and his son thought they heard the biggest joke, Emrys‘ words made their laughter

abruptly stop.

now I understand why Lydia despises you so much. It’s

expression. The dominating aura

Boom!

shrouded in a terrifying shadow. Even Zeke couldn’t

However, Emrys suddenly laughed.

to leave just now? It’s because I was afraid that

imposing aura released by Erwin, instead of forcing

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a thunderous sound, an even

this aura did not originate from

also a

A

and Zeke were instantly struck with terror. If Erwin’s released aura earlier was like a mountain, the aura emanating from Emrys now was

their

“A martial artist?”

A sharp blade of energy burst forth in an instant. It cleaved through the air, severing one of Erwin’s arms,

air. Blood spurted out, splattering all

“Ah!”

to his knees with a thud, his screams filled with boundless terror. His son, Zeke, had long collapsed to the ground in terror, unable to utter a

to form a