“Young Man!”

Finally, Zane reacted and grinned at Darryl. “Not bad. Even if you could beat these men, you are just an ant and a pool of mud to me.”

Zane’s gaze turned cold, and he said, “But then, I appreciate your courage. So, you want to be a hero? I’ll fulfill your wish.”

Then, Zane handed Tanya to the soldier beside him before he approached Darryl.

Buzz!

Zane mustered his internal energy. A strong gush of power permeated from the young man and filled the air. The crowd felt an intense pressure—their expressions changed, and they quickly backed away.

When he sensed Zane’s strength, Darryl sighed before the corners of his lips drew into a smile.

‘No wonder this kid is so arrogant; he is a level one Martial Emperor.’

“Go to hell! How dare you mess with me,” Zane roared as he threw out a punch; he had exerted all of his strength into that punch; he wanted to kill Darryl with it. His brute strength distorted the air—the momentum was terrifying.

However, Darryl did not panic. Instead, he stood there, as firm as a rock, with no intention to dodge at all.

Boom!

Zane’s punch hit Darryl squarely in the chest! A muffled groan

“No!”

had expected

“Oh…”

had landed on his

‘What!’

a sudden, everyone

going on? Zane’s punch was so powerful, but why did it not hurt Darren? Instead, Zane

was in disbelief. She stared at Darryl blankly, her red lips parted slightly,

Darren? Even Zane is no match for

same time, the crowd snapped back to their senses; they started to comment

is

ordinarily; is he a cultivator who practices

that he’s in

with anger after he heard what the

wall. His arm felt numb from the impact! He was even more amazed that he felt the broken bones on his

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