In the walkway in front of the ward, ferocity flashed through Jacob's eyes as he stared at Stephen, who gave off a low-key yet profound aura.

Jacob took a step forward and lifted his brows. "It's my pleasure to be able to witness the power of the most skilled martial artist in Paramount."

Stephen, too, stepped forward and shook his head. "I'm flattered. The other martial artists merely gave me that title out of respect."

The next second, his expression turned serious. "After you."

With that, a cold breeze formed in the air, spreading out toward all directions after lingering a few feet above the ground for a moment.

Jacob walked toward Stephen under the chilly wind. When he was three steps away from Stephen, he lifted his arm and pointed out his right finger. With a crisp sound, a forceful energy was created.

Vytus Lewis pouted sulkily. "Hmph! I already could do this ten years ago…" Dexter shot a fierce glare at him and snapped, "You don't know anything. Just shut up!"

Perceiving his rage, the three Lewis brothers wound their necks in. Vytus nearly bit his tongue when he sealed his mouth tight.

With a loud bang, Stephen dismissed Jacob's Air Sword with his palm. Looking impressed, he said, "I wasn't as capable as you when I was your age."

Jacob lifted his brows, his eyes filled with coldness.




















"It's my turn now." Stephen uttered and lifted his right palm.

Any ordinary person would think it was a simple gesture, but to Jacob, Stephen's move was extremely profound and mysterious. In fact, it was even more enigmatic than his Air Sword just now.

Dexter's eyes twinkled when he witnessed the scene.

The next second, Stephen's palm landed on Jacob's wrist, giving off a crisp sound.

Master won!

The three Lewis brothers clenched their fists with a proud look.

There was a pin-drop silence in the walkway. Jacob lowered his right hand and lifted his head to gaze at Stephen as his fighting spirit was stirred up.

Moments later, he nodded slowly and said in a deep voice, "I lost."

"Learning martial arts is a lifelong process. " Stephen wore a solemn expression. "Indeed, you lost in terms of your skills, but…"

Jacob interrupted Stephen. "The fact is I lost. I don't need any excuse. Give me an hour to handle…"
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