A Man Like None Other

“Marcelo, you shouldn't look down on others. The Zagorski family aren't pushovers,” Austin declared confidently as he brandished the halberd.

“Austin, you must be tired of living...” Narrowing his eyes, Marcelo pulled out a hand fan from his sleeve. Golden light shone as he unfurled the fan made out of gold. The aura emitted by the hand fan was utterly terrifying.

Austin's expression clouded over when he saw that the hand fan was also a sacred martial arts relic.

In addition to that, the elderly man who stood beside Marcelo also emanated a strong aura.

He was a Top Level Greater Martial Arts Marquis, an existence that was the closest to the Martial Arts Saint.

The person Marcelo brought with him was clearly head and shoulders above Greater Martial Arts Marquis from the Zagorski family.

The Greater Martial Arts Marquises from the Zagorski family were mostly First to Second Levels. Even Austin, who was the strongest among them, was only Fourth Level.

On the other hand, the lowest level of Greater Martial Arts Marquis from the Garcia family was Fourth Level!

not an even match at all.

into silence, Jared's expression turned cold. He sucked in a deep

ready to

you. More importantly, how are you going to report back if you suffer a huge loss here? Out of consideration

sides, he stepped forward in an attempt to

what's the meaning of this? Do you also intend to

you continue to insist on fighting Mr. Chance for the ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower, I'm afraid I have no choice but to help him. Do you think you can take on the Gingerich family as well? Why not take the loss and have me owe you a favor instead?”

calm, underneath it lay a hidden

other man's words. With a frown, he asked,

not come between us, our

or later, they would have become enemies as long as they competed for profits.

the tension rising between the two sides, he

as he fell silent.

Jared, then I will have no chance of winning.