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Chapter 1933 The Hidden Powers of the Summerton Pa

Chapter 1933

The three men couldn’t shake the strange feeling that had followed them

since entering the grand Summerton Palace. It was a masterpiece of

architecture, with intricate carvings and designs that hinted at hidden

mechanisms and traps. Yet, as they ascended its vast halls, the only

hindrances they faced were martial artists who tried and failed, to block their

path. No hidden traps sprang into action, and no deadly mechanisms were

activated.

The martial artists, though formidable in their own right, proved no match for

Gwain. They had fought their way through the palace with ease and now

stood before the imposing stone door on the top floor.

As the trio fumbled with the door, searching for a way to open it and confront

the master of Summerton Palace, it suddenly swung open on its own.

“Mr. Gwain, be careful. This could be a trap,” Hank warned sharply, his voice

low with caution.

Wyatt nodded, his face drawn with tension. “Yeah, something’s not right.

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Everything’s been.. too easy.”

Gwain’s brows furrowed as he contemplated the situation. After a brief

moment of thought, he spoke with quiet confidence, “Perhaps we’ve

overestimated the reclusive Summer family. Maybe this is all they have to

offer.”

Hank chuckled heartily, his laughter bouncing off the stone walls. “Haha, Mr.

Gwain, you’re right! For most people, getting this far would be impossible. But

you’re too strong–nothing the Summer family can muster could stop you.”

Wyatt agreed, though a nagging doubt lingered in his mind. Could it be that the Summer family had spent thirty years building this grand palace, only for

nothing more than a

Gwain said, his voice firm as

stone hall.

his confidence was unshaken, Gwain remained vigilant, his senses sharp for any sign of hidden dangers, be it traps or arrows that

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as they

trap had been

“You’ve finally arrived.”

of an old voice filled the air,

stiffened in surprise. Unlike

immense power lurking behind that

the speaker’s internal energy, but even as the sound echoed

could not pinpoint where the speaker was. It

figure of immense strength, one who

for countless years.

after a moment, they settled on an

nothing was hiding him, the old

he were part

almost invisible.

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I am Gwain. May I

true power, clasped his hands and bowed

old man’s sharp gaze scanned Gwain

his eyes glinting with approval as he observed the

powerful aura.

with features like a painting. You are a

master–your very presence embodies the regal grace

impressive.” The

praise and recognition.

his compliment, the old man introduced himself, “I

known as Finley. There’s no need

young men gasped in unison, their

shock and disbelief.

was the first to bow again, his voice filled with awe.

Six Sun Hermit, the Grandmaster of Zovince from thirty years ago.

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bowing deeply. He knew

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