I’m Someone Else

Boom!

After the dull noise sounded, Kyrie and the shadow took three steps backward.

The shadow was none other than Gunnar’s grandfather, Abel Flynn. In terms of both status and power, he was on par with Kyrie.

“Abel, you stubborn old man! Don’t you feel ashamed for sneaking an attack on a young man?” Kyrie was furious. Thomas was the man his deceased friend had entrusted to him, but now, Thomas was gravely injured because of Abel’s punch. If he realized this any later, Thomas would be dead meat by now. If that happened, what would he say to his deceased friend in the afterlife?

“Ugh!”

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out of Thomas’ mouth. In an instant, he was covered in blood. His face and clothes were bloody, which was a stark contrast to his deathly pale face. Meanwhile, his eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at Abel.

He was so focused on torturing and killing Gunnar that he hadn’t noticed someone creeping up behind him. Even if he had noticed Abel, it wouldn’t have changed anything. Abel was so strong that he sent Thomas flying at a distance equivalent to several streets. It would be a piece of cake for Abel to injure Thomas.

When Thomas heard Kyrie’s words, he sneered. Just as expected, he was a member of the Flynn Family. Nonetheless, it made sense. Save for the Flynns, no one else could’ve done something as shameless as attacking someone from behind.

Even though Thomas was suffering from the side effects of toning up his body, it wasn’t entirely a bad thing. His body had turned extremely resilient. If not, that single punch from Abel would’ve killed him.

“Thomas!”

the arena like a gust of wind. She then grabbed Thomas’ arm, her tears streaming down her face like

ignored Kyrie as he produced a pill from his pocket, then tossed it into his grandson’s

“Ack!”

to have revived the man. In

Avenge me!

the most crucial moment, his grandfather descended from above and rescued him. Since things had turned out like this, he wouldn’t let Thomas off the hook just like

your breaths,” Abel said, then raised his head and looked

70 percent of his skill in that punch just now, but surprisingly, it didn’t kill the young man.

sleeves as he said, “Abel, quit pretending like you’re mute. You know the rules of the Travis Family. Without our permission, no one

intimidate? How could families in a position like the Flynns and the Travises start a

I was forced to do it, but so what? Do you think I’d just sit by and watch as my grandson dies on your family grounds? If the descendants of

words, he laughed in anger. Abel had truly widened his horizons today. He not only sneaked an attack but was now trying to blame things on other

to take responsibility for his actions. He isn’t strong enough, so if he dies, he only has himself to blame. Secondly, these circumstances will never befall the descendants of the Travis Family, for we

“Nonsense!”

and said with

death and being forbidden to fight on the Travises’ grounds without their permission were

Alright, then, I’ll tell you what’s going

steps forward, releasing his roaring aura without refraining. Everyone present only felt an unusual sense