Chapter 508 The Prodigy

Emrys shrugged, expressing helplessness. “I have discussed this issue with my wife. However, she said she would rather fancy a jerk than ever take a liking to you.”

Cillian’s gaze suddenly turned icy, and a surge of murderous intent filled him. “Hmph, we’ll see if I or an extremely cunning and cowardly jerk is tougher!”

As Cillian let out a cold huff, the cloth strip that secured his sharp sword snapped instantly. The hilt of the sword flew out from behind him, and Cillian caught it with practiced ease.

Weapons could significantly enhance the combat prowess of martial artists, especially swords of exceptional quality.

When martial artists infused their internal energy into them, the power they unleashed was undoubtedly greater than the force of their own fists and palms.

The sword in Cillian’s hand was a treasure of the Russell family. It was only after Harvey had expended a great deal of effort that he managed to find a master swordsmith to forge it.

The blade could withstand the infusion of internal energy from a late–phase Venerable Being expert.

Cillian was the prodigy of the Russell family, and the family’s future would eventually rest in his hands. Therefore, without hesitation, Harvey gifted him the cherished heirloom of the family.

508 The Prodigy

compared to the peak of Manifestor when using

longer and shouted, “It should have been brought out a long time ago. Why bother fussing with that kid until now? Cillian, don’t waste any more time and finish

What a foolish fantasy! Rys is simply too lazy to make a real effort. If he truly decided to fight,

one speaking was Maximus.

wouldn’t have been able to enter Jipsdale Martial

seat. Even

hearing Brian’s shout at that moment, he

retort.

around, his teeth clenched in anger as he spat out, “Don’t get too smug. Once that Lund guy is dead, just wait and see how

“Tch!”

dismissive response and

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does he think Rys is? Does he really believe he would fall at the hands of Cillian? Even if he brought his grandfather here, he would have

brilliant glow of the sword reflected

you ready to

a cold shout, Cillian channeled all his internal energy into the body of his sword.

Zing!

was blindingly bright!

and then, like a long–accumulated deluge,

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