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!”

a gust

as he produced a pill from his pocket, then tossed it

“Ack!”

his grandson seemed to have revived the man. In a few seconds, Gunnar

Avenge me!

he would die by Thomas’ hand today, but at the most crucial moment, his grandfather descended from above and rescued

said, then raised his head and looked

his skill in that punch just now, but surprisingly, it didn’t kill

the Travis Family. Without our permission, no one can fight on our family grounds. You not only fought, but you also shamelessly attacked Thomas from behind. What do you mean by

Declare war? Who was Kyrie trying to intimidate? How could families in a position like the Flynns and the Travises start a war just like that?

you think I’d just sit by and watch as my grandson dies on your family grounds? If the descendants of your family took Gunnar’s place today, would you just let them die? Moreover, this is your territory, so why didn’t you let Reuben save my

attack but was

a finger and pointed at Abel. “Firstly, it was your grandson who suggested the duel to the death. If I’m not mistaken, he’s 25 this year, right? He’s no longer a little child, so he has to take responsibility

“Nonsense!”

anymore and said with all abandon,

the duel to the death and being forbidden to fight on the Travises’ grounds without their permission were just nonsense. So what if they

Alright, then, I’ll

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