Brian took a smiling step forward.

The older generation knew that saving face meant little compared to practical benefits.

Luke immediately spoke out, "Dad, you can't! Your injury..."

"I'm fine."

Brian cut him off. "Besides, as an elder, it's my job to set an example. Only then will everyone be willing to give their all!"

He turned to King and said, "Let's begin."

The crowd quickly stepped back, clearing the field.

Keira watched the scene.

If James and Luke could win this match, she wanted to conserve her strength, especially since they were still battling Fox.

Revealing too much too soon could lead to faster losses. Her identity as the senior sister of the Freeman Sect needed to stay concealed unless absolutely necessary.

She looked at Brian.

hint of admiration arose

to understand why old Mr. Sims had

such a person to

dark matters without being overly rigid. Sometimes,

had learned something from

at him. Brian bent down, but due to his protruding belly and lumbar strain, his movement was slightly slowed, and King landed a hit on

stepped back a couple

Luke exclaimed, "Dad!"

waved his hand with a

forehead. She couldn't help but walk over to

the years. He has hundreds of scars and seventy-eight serious injuries. He has over a dozen scars on his back alone and many scratch marks on his chest.

lift his chin proudly. For them, these scars

a cliff and got caught by tree branches. Though he survived, the muscles on

a deep breath, feeling

enough. Every scar on my father's body represents his dedication, and yet your grandfather

attention back

Keira tensed her jaw.

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