Chibate stared at the red-haired youth before him, a face that seemed vaguely familiar—a friend or a foe?

Fettino watched Chen Feng kill his subordinate with a single move, horror dawning in his eyes. His man, though only a five-star Fighter, was clever and adept at trickery; even the hulking man lying on the ground, an eight-star Swordsman, had struggled against him. How, then, could he be dispatched so easily by this youth’s punch?

"Who are you?" Fettino asked, a tremor of fear making his face pale.

This fellow knew the burly, tower-like man on the floor—could he be his friend? He had sent his subordinate to capture the giant using cunning tricks. If the youth was angered by this... then he could only wait for death!

Chen Feng ignored Fettino's question, his gaze fixed on Ronchi lying below. "You don't recognize me? Though I suppose it's understandable. Back then, I was weak-willed and constantly bullied. Back then, my cultivation was low, and I was taken advantage of..."

His words seemed to carry the weight of past grievances, perhaps even a deep-seated resentment. His pale face, lean frame, and shock of red hair gave him the air of a complete cynic.

He recalled the first time he saw Ronchi: just after he had crossed over and used his nascent Araki comprehension to blast away Cubolev, he and Filya were walking down the street. The first thing Ronchi did upon seeing him was knock him to the ground, opening with, "With that level of cultivation, you still think you can be with my sister? Are you tired of living, boy!"

How arrogant and domineering Ronchi had been then. Now, he was twitching uselessly on the floor.

Ronchi stared at Chen Feng for a long moment before a look of sheer terror flashed across his face. "You... You are Chen Feng, Chen Feng Kaint? The... idiot from back then..."

"Hah..." Chen Feng let out another cold laugh. "It's rare that such an important figure as yourself would remember someone like me!"

Ronchi, now dubbed an "important figure" by Chen Feng, was twitching on the ground after being ambushed. To an outsider, the situation was undeniably ironic.

"Back then... back then..."

Ronchi knew he had wronged Chen Feng and was momentarily at a loss for words; his "back then" trailed off into silence.

Fettino, hearing the conversation between the red-haired youth and Ronchi on the floor, finally felt his previous dread subside. This fellow and the giant were enemies, not friends. That was good news; at least he wouldn't face the giant's wrath for kidnapping his companion.

Though Fettino was the local snake, he knew that in a world governed by strength, the fist was the only true law. Everything else was useless. If this person truly killed him and left, what good would being the local power be? Would he even have time for revenge?

He glanced at Isaac, a shared thought passing between them.

"It was my sister’s fault back then!" Ronchi managed after a while. "But... she only did it to save me. So, it was all my fault. I know you suffered greatly, and now I shall repay you..."

"Repay?" Chen Feng scoffed. "How?"

"With my life!" Ronchi declared decisively. Perhaps a death wish had spurred him, strengthening his resolve. The convulsing had eased, and his speech grew smoother.

"Your life isn't worth much!" Chen Feng recalled the moment he was cast out of his family, a hint of bitterness in his eyes. "If I hadn't shown up, you would have died anyway!"

"Yes!" Ronchi admitted without evasion. "But if you seek revenge against the Leff family, I can help you."

"No need!" Chen Feng rejected the offer flatly. If he sought revenge, he would do it himself. Leading a swarm of Wyverns, not just one, but eight Leff families could be annihilated!

Ronchi looked at the youth before him. Though he couldn't fathom where his confidence came from, a strange notion surfaced: this person actually seemed capable of achieving such things. He quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought. A year ago, he had next to no cultivation. Even if hatred had driven him to train diligently, he'd be at best a six-star Fighter. A six-star Fighter seeking vengeance against the Leff family? That was a joke that wouldn't even pass the gates.

Considering this, he said, "This severed arm is also thanks to the Leff family. I know you hate them, and I do too. Because of this shared enmity, I pushed myself to train, managing to advance three levels in one year to reach the current eight-star Swordsman realm! During this past year, I thoroughly investigated and learned that the Leff family has interests here, which is why I came to contemplate revenge..."

Upon hearing that the Leff family held assets here, Chen Feng asked with a low growl, "Where?"

"It's useless, their power is too immense, I'm simply no match..." Ronchi was continuing when he saw Chen Feng turn away and snap at Fettino, "The antidote!"

Ronchi, in his current state, had clearly been poisoned or afflicted by something. While Fighters could increase their strength, they weren't entirely immune to poison; being poisoned was a normal occurrence.

Fettino hesitated. "I..." He was about to say he didn't have the antidote, but the words caught in his throat as he met the youth's bestial gaze, shivering uncontrollably.

"Don't test my patience!" Chen Feng said darkly as he saw the hesitation.

Fettino startled. "Good, good!" He barked orders at the remaining men who brought Ronchi in. "Hurry up!"

"Yes..." The men quickly produced a packet and administered it to Ronchi on the floor. Within three minutes of ingesting the antidote, Ronchi stopped shaking entirely, though his complexion remained sallow as the drug hadn't fully dissipated.

He stood up, his tall frame towering a full head over Chen Feng.

"Take me there!" Chen Feng said mildly.

"No, because this is a newly established Leff family enterprise, they have an Elder at the Battle Magus level stationed here. I know your hatred, but if we go like this, not only will revenge fail, but we could be killed instantly! How about we enter the Hundred-Man Slaughter competition, gain the City Lord's exemption, and then use commercial means to crush them!" Ronchi proposed his plan.

"No need. You take me, or I go alone!" Chen Feng couldn't be bothered to explain. The Hundred-Man Slaughter competition—who knew when that would even happen? Crushing them through commerce was a pipe dream; he had zero aptitude for business. Killing someone, fine, but opening a shop or managing commerce? He'd rather commit suicide.

It was true. Given Chen Feng's icy demeanor, if he ran a shop, any potential customer would likely be scared away.

Ronchi tried to explain further. Chen Feng knew Ronchi was unaware of his true cultivation level and worried that if they went together, they might not return. Unable to articulate his strength clearly, he shifted his feet in an instant, appearing before Ronchi as if teleported. He grinned, extending his right hand and seizing Ronchi's shoulder.

"What are you—" Ronchi’s eyes widened in shock at the speed. Before he could ask, a crushing grip locked his shoulder, rendering him completely powerless. Then, with a "Whoosh..." he was sent flying horizontally out of the second-story window, crashing onto the wide street below.

Shienkyaku! (Flickering Wind!)

"Hmph..." Chen Feng clapped his hands lightly. "I hope that explanation was clearer!" He then walked toward the stairs.

Although he was no longer affected by the Yatagarasu influence, the prolonged transformation had made his personality difficult to change instantly. When explanation failed, action was necessary. Throwing Ronchi out the window—an eight-star Swordsman wouldn't die from that fall—was a way to demonstrate his actual strength.

The surrounding crowd watched, dumbfounded. This one-armed, eight-star Swordsman, thrown out like mere trash with a casual swing—what kind of strength was that? The thought alone inspired terror...

"Ah... Lord Chen Feng Kaint..." Isaac cried out as Chen Feng descended the stairs. His memory was sharp, and he had caught the name mentioned during Chen Feng's conversation with Ronchi.

Chen Feng paused, not turning around, leaving them a silhouette shaped like a large crescent moon. He asked coldly, "What is it?"

"Well... Ronchi was captured by us. You simply let him go without our permission..." Isaac said, forcing himself to sound righteous despite the terror churning within him.

Fettino and the others stared at Isaac, their eyes shining. This red-haired youth was clearly not someone to trifle with. For Isaac to dare speak to him like that—was he possessed by a spirit?

"Hmm?" Chen Feng let out a cold snort.

Seeing Chen Feng displeased, Isaac quickly amended, "Don't be angry, my meaning is, it’s fine that you released him. I overheard you intend to seek revenge, and your adversary is a merchant. I am a commercial genius; I can certainly help you ruin their business... bankrupting them first and then dealing with them—wouldn't that revenge be even more satisfying?"

Chen Feng slightly turned his head. Isaac's proposal was undeniably tempting. The Leff family's dominance in Dragon Mountain Town stemmed entirely from their control of that natural magic circle and their family-owned enterprises. If their foundation could be shattered through commercial means, it would certainly deliver a massive blow.

He fixed Isaac with a sideways glare. "Your objective!"

Isaac saw that Chen Feng was interested and immediately brightened. "As long as you help me participate in the Hundred-Man Slaughter competition and obtain the City Lord's commercial exemption, I guarantee I can crush any of their industrial assets!"

"Tell me what the Hundred-Man Slaughter and the commercial exemption are!" Chen Feng asked.

"Oh, it’s like this. This town is called Middle Commerce Town, located on the edge of the Loki Empire, near the Finlay Empire. It's a major hub for trade between the two empires, so commerce is highly developed. To alleviate various commercial pressures and mediate conflicts between the Empire's government and its merchants, the City Lord specially established a competition. The rules are similar to the Rookie Selection Tournament: participants must be under 25 years old and possess independent assets. This competition is called the Hundred-Man Slaughter."

"The Hundred-Man Slaughter competition has many rules; it requires participating in various trials, martial arts being just one element. In total, there are one hundred different contests. If one wins them all, they receive the commercial exemption certificate issued by the City Lord. With this exemption, one can freely operate any enterprise in Middle Commerce Town, and the City Lord's manor will subsidize thirty percent of the capital..."

Isaac spoke fluently. "I have already participated and won 92 matches. I only need to win the remaining eight to obtain the exemption."

Chen Feng listened for a while, feeling a slight headache. The Hundred-Man Slaughter was undoubtedly brutal; competing in a hundred events and winning them all placed an impossibly high demand on one's comprehensive abilities... However, from what he heard, Isaac, despite using ignoble methods to win many matches, was indeed talented to have won 92 contests without being exposed.

Using him to destroy the Leff family was a decent idea, but it would consume too much time; it wasn't as satisfying as direct action. Thus, he said, "Not interested!"

He then turned away, ignoring Isaac, and walked toward the stairs.

"How can this person be so dense? Trading with him, and he actually refuses! He's quite foolish!" Fettino spoke after Chen Feng had left.

Conversely, Isaac shook his head with a sigh, then threw out another merchant card. "This is ten thousand gold coins. Your subordinate died; consider this funeral expenses." He then followed Chen Feng down the stairs.

Fettino's face lit up as he took the card, casually tucking it into his robe. He quickly called out, "Don't rush off..." He ordered the remaining men to carry the corpse and follow downstairs.

In a world where strength reigns supreme, human lives are cheap. Losing one or two people was normal, so there was no need to report to officials; they could resolve it themselves.

"That pretentious red-haired youth, why does he look so much like Yagami Iori?" The burly man Chen Feng first saw squinted, gulping, his eyes wide with doubt.

The sensitive, refined youth also stared fixedly at the spot where Chen Feng had just thrown Ronchi, rubbing his eyes repeatedly.

"I heard Yagami Iori used a move in the Rookie Selection Tournament where he grabbed an opponent’s shoulder and simply hurled them away. They say Joseph, the strongest man in the Imperial Capital, was thrown like that..." The burly man continued. "He just casually tossed aside an eight-star Swordsman, and his age is similar to the rumored Yagami Iori. Could it be him?"

"It certainly can't be. Isn't Yagami Iori already dead? How could he appear here?" The refined youth also shook his head in disbelief.

"Mhm, it definitely isn't..." The burly man sighed, but deep down, a nagging intuition told him this person was the arrogant and untamed Yagami Iori...

Chen Feng walked downstairs and saw Ronchi groaning as he pushed himself up. Having fallen from the second floor, his head had hit the ground first. Had it not been for his Battle Aura, he would have been killed by the impact!

"That damned Chen Feng must be getting revenge for me flipping him once back then!" Ronchi muttered inwardly, flashing back to the stubborn youth and the unwavering words he had spoken then.

"...I don't take a five-star Swordsman seriously! Two years, two years at most, and I will surpass this level!"

"I never expected that after only a year, I, an eight-star Swordsman, would be so easily tossed out the window by him... Just what level has this kid reached? No wonder he made such threats when cast out of the family, vowing to return for revenge within two years. It looks like he might actually achieve it..."

If Ronchi hadn't met Chen Feng today and had only heard reports that a nameless kid with almost no Battle Aura had risen to challenge an eight-star Swordsman and lose in one clash, he would have laughed, thinking the speaker was delusional. Now that he had seen it firsthand, shock mingled with a growing curiosity: how had this kid cultivated so fast?

Ronchi had lost an arm to the Leff family and, to wash away the shame, trained over ten hours every day just to advance from a five-star to an eight-star Swordsman in one year. Chen Feng’s progress was clearly faster, which explained his fascination.

"Are you dead?"

As Ronchi was lost in thought, Chen Feng's cold voice sounded nearby.

"No..." Ronchi replied instinctively.

"If you're not dead, lead the way!" Chen Feng commanded.

"Alright!" Ronchi brushed the dust off himself and started walking down the street. He spoke loudly, "I’m not doubting your strength, but you must know their boss is a first-rank Magister..."

Ronchi's voice carried, and the onlookers, having just witnessed the "descent from the sky," all turned to look.

"Lead the way!" Chen Feng ignored him, repeating his command.

"Fine... I'll lead the way..." Seeing Chen Feng adopt that same expression, Ronchi felt a pang of panic. He recalled being thrown out after seeing that look just moments ago and was eager to avoid a repeat performance.

"Ah, forget it, I'll take him. He probably has high-level scrolls or something, that's why he’s so reckless!" Ronchi rationalized to comfort himself after a moment's thought.

They walked several blocks, boarded a carriage, and traveled for half a day before reaching their destination.

Ronchi leaped from the carriage, taking out his long sword with his single arm to stand guard cautiously on the road. "That tall place ahead is it. So, how should we..."

Following the direction Ronchi pointed with his sword, Chen Feng saw a massive trading complex.

The Leff family opened a cargo trading center here? How was that possible?

Seeing Chen Feng's puzzled look, Ronchi scratched his head. "This is indeed a trading site they opened. As you know, Dragon Mountain has abundant resources. It's normal for them to control the magic array and sell the minerals they mine..."

Chen Feng nodded. "Are all the managers here members of the Leff family?"

"Not entirely, but the largest shareholder is controlled by the Leff family, and they’ve stationed a first-rank Magister Elder here to oversee things!" Ronchi quickly explained.

Chen Feng acknowledged this and walked toward the trading complex.

"Wait... shouldn't we at least discuss how to deal with them? They have a first-rank Magister; we can't possibly be a match. The only way is a nighttime sneak attack, maybe we could..." Ronchi called out, "At least listen to me finish!"

"No need for theatrics. I am enough by myself." Chen Feng walked toward the trading complex without looking back.

Upon entering, Chen Feng frowned.

It was packed with a massive, surging crowd. If he sought revenge, where exactly would he find the Leff family members?

"I've been here a few times; I think the Leff family members should be on the top floor," Ronchi quickly suggested.

"Oh!" Chen Feng replied and walked toward the central staircase.

"Make way, make way..." A loud shout cut jarringly through the crowd.

Two burly men in slate-gray uniforms embroidered with a small sword insignia on their chests descended the stairs, forcefully shoving people down.

"It's the Iron Sword Merchant Guild; no wonder they're so arrogant!" The surrounding crowd, initially angry at their rudeness, quickly suppressed their ire upon seeing the insignia.

"The Iron Sword Merchant Guild is the largest merchant group in Middle Commerce Town, controlling almost eighty percent of the merchants. In terms of commercial power, they might even surpass the City Lord!" someone muttered.

"Exactly. I heard the Guild Master holds the title of Viscount in the Empire—a truly important figure!" someone next to him agreed.

"Controlling all the trade merchants in Middle Commerce Town—the Iron Sword Guild's deterrence is formidable. They must be here to cause trouble for this trading site, right?" another person speculated.

"You don't know the whole story," someone who seemed to be in the know whispered. "I heard the owner of this trading site has connections with the Iron Sword Guild; otherwise, how could it have grown so much in just over two months!"

"Hush... Don't speak carelessly... Look, they are coming."

As the whispers died down, footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs, and an old man and a young girl slowly descended.

"Wow... Who is that person... What a beautiful girl..." A wave of gasps swept through the crowd.

The girl had long, jet-black hair draped casually over her shoulders. She was bright-eyed and fair-cheeked, her skin so fair it looked like it could be peeled. Her breasts were full and high, her waist slender and graceful, and her legs long. She wore a light blue dress. Chen Feng took one glance and knew she was a beauty comparable to Judy.

"It's the Guild Master of the Iron Sword Merchant Guild..." someone exclaimed, recognizing the old man descending the stairs.

"Is that the Guild Master of the Iron Sword Merchant Guild? Wow, seeing the legendary figure in person today is truly fortunate..." someone cried out in adoration.

"Indeed, the Guild Master must handle affairs of state daily. To encounter him here is a great opportunity..."

The faces of the crowd were filled with excitement. If they had been angry moments ago when the two strongmen were shoving people, now that excitement had completely taken over. To be rudely dismissed by the Guild Master himself... what an honor!

It was akin to how fans treat a contemporary celebrity; if Chen Feng had broken the legs of a devoted admirer in his previous life, that person wouldn't harbor resentment but would instead boast to others, "That was broken by that star..." While this Guild Master was leagues away from being a celebrity, such an analogy was not an exaggeration. The young woman supported the Guild Master's arm as they descended along the carpet.

Her brow furrowed as she surveyed the surrounding crowd, murmuring softly, "Grandfather... I told you not to come when he wasn't here...

Now we're being made a spectacle of. They're such an annoying bunch!" The girl's voice was low, and the hall was somewhat noisy, so those around them likely hadn't heard, but Chen Feng caught it clearly.

The Guild Master smiled faintly and replied in a low voice, "Don't sulk like a child. These people aren't specifically here to see us." He then abruptly changed the subject: "The Lof Family is only a mid-tier family in the Rocky Empire.

To have produced such a genius, one must call it a stroke of luck! Moreover, this fellow managed to capture my precious granddaughter's interest, so I naturally want to see him for myself." "Grandfather..." the girl said anxiously, "Who is interested?

Rex is a genius at scroll crafting. I just thought it would be wonderful if we could recruit him to serve us!" "You, you..." the Guild Master chuckled.

"Although Rex is a little older, from what I hear, he is quite principled and a fine young man. Did you think I wouldn't know your intentions?

Lying to your old man, honestly..." The Guild Master and the girl continued their conversation as they walked down the stairs. Just then, an elder in a black magic robe strode up from behind them and said apologetically, "Guild Master, please forgive us.

Rex just left; his younger brother, Harry, is getting married in a few days, so he has gone to assist." The Guild Master laughed heartily, "No matter." Then, glancing at his granddaughter, he added, "As long as it's not him going off to get married!" The elder who had approached was also amused by the Guild Master's humor, smiling faintly before continuing, "Miss Philomina, I apologize for making your trip in vain this time. Next time Rex returns, I promise I will have him craft the most beautiful Celebration Scroll for you!" Scrolls were mostly used for offense or life preservation, though there were exceptions, like the Celebration Scroll the elder mentioned.

These scrolls were slightly different from others; they sealed specific magic within, which, upon being torn open to view, released vibrant, colorful fireworks—truly beautiful. Such scrolls were more decorative than practical, and their high production cost meant few people commissioned them.

"Good..." Hearing this, Philomina’s face broke into a smile, and she agreed readily. At this moment, Long Qi tugged at Chen Feng’s arm and whispered, "That elder in the black magic robe is Elder Aiwa of the Lof Family, a Tier One Magister..." Chen Feng nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze fixed on the black-robed elder, a sharp glint appearing within them.

"Hey, don't go over there yet... The Iron Sword Merchant Guild's Guild Master is still here..." Long Qi saw Chen Feng start to move out of the crowd and instantly knew his intention, shouting urgently.

Chen Feng seemed not to hear his dissuasion and arrived before the black-robed elder. "Are you Elder Aiwa of the Lof Family?" The black-robed elder paused, his face spreading into a smile.

"I am..." The Guild Master glanced at Chen Feng but paid him no mind. Philomina, beside him, frowned at Chen Feng's attire and style: "Another pretentious wastrel!" Hearing this, Chen Feng looked back at Philomina and said coldly, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!" For some inexplicable reason, Chen Feng harbored a natural aversion to self-satisfied young women who believed their perceived beauty entitled them to be spoiled and indulged, so he spoke without courtesy.

"You..." Philomina became visibly angry, fuming, "What right do you have to speak to me like that? Do you think I don't know what you're trying to do by dressing like that?" Seeing Philomina enraged, Elder Aiwa felt his position compromised.

After all, upsetting the granddaughter of the Iron Sword Guild Master within his own establishment would clearly hinder his future operations. He quickly stepped forward and shouted, pointing at Chen Feng, "Get this brat thrown out!" Then he turned to Philomina, "Miss Philomina, please don't stoop to the level of such a person!" Philomina seemed to show deference to Elder Aiwa, saying, "Dressing up like Iori Yagami doesn't make him Iori Yagami!

That's an insult to Iori Yagami!" Having said that, Philomina took a breath, sighing inwardly. Two months ago, after hearing tales of Iori Yagami, even her usually arrogant self had been moved to curiosity, wanting to travel to the Imperial Capital to witness this legendary figure.

Of course, fearing her family's disapproval, she had snuck out. She was captured by a band of bandits not far outside the city, and it was at that critical moment she encountered Rex.

Rex had used a magic scroll he carried to drive off the bandits and rescue her. She had been deeply moved by such a melodramatic, heroic event...

Before this incident, her admiration for heroes was common knowledge among the noble circles; many young noblemen tried to act cool to gain her favor, but they were all shallow braggarts. After Iori Yagami appeared out of nowhere, even more youths adopted his style in front of her, clearly seeking her attention...

In reality, these people were all superficial frauds, nothing but useless scoundrels. Thus, the moment she saw this youth, an uncontrollable fury ignited within her...

"Clatter..." A group of guards in green robes surrounded Chen Feng. Seeing this attire, the rage slowly boiled up inside him.

This was the distinctive uniform of the Lof Family. Stuart had worn the exact same clothes.

Ignoring the surrounding guards, Chen Feng stared at Elder Aiwa and suddenly let out a cold, sinister smile. "Have you received Brut's body yet?" In Kuta Town, Chen Feng had killed the Ninth-Rank Magister Brut and arranged for the Fitt Mercenary Group to transport his body, along with Stuart's, back.

Calculating the time, it should have been three months, meaning they must have received it long ago. Chen Feng had done this deliberately to instill fear.

Bringing it up now was merely following through. "Ah..." Elder Aiwa's face instantly turned extremely pale upon hearing this, and he began to tremble.

"You... You are that boy who was expelled from the family by Kaint?" "Clever..." Chen Feng let out a cold sneer.

"Act quickly..." Upon confirmation, Elder Aiwa shouted, realizing that the Fitt Mercenary Group had reported that this boy had killed their captain, Tier One Bladestormer Gino, three months ago. Now that he was this close, it was the perfect range for a Bladestormer to attack.

If the boy wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as turning his hand! Seeing his panic, Chen Feng felt a surge of vengeful satisfaction and couldn't help but laugh aloud.

Sending the Fitt Mercenary Group to deliver Brut's body was precisely to sow terror. Now that the goal was achieved, how could he not feel exhilarated?

As Elder Aiwa shouted, all the surrounding guards charged forward. These men were newly hired locally and were unaware of the internal affairs of the Lof Family, thus not knowing what a terrifying entity the "boy expelled by Kaint" had become within the family.

Chen Feng ignored the charging guards, activating the Phantom Crane Step. He moved like an apparition, instantly appearing before Elder Aiwa, a ball of purple flame erupting around his fist as he smashed it fiercely into the elder's chest!

Hundred-Fourteenth Style: Arashi no Mai! "Bang..." The pitiful Elder Aiwa didn't even have time to summon his magic shield before he shot out like a meteor, smashing into the wall and falling back down like a puddle of mud.

Unknown numbers of his bones were shattered, and he could not rise again. In truth, if Elder Aiwa had fought Chen Feng based purely on cultivation, even a loss would not have resulted in such immediate defeat.

The main reason he was sent flying by a single punch was his psychological state: he was already weakened by fear, and secondly, the distance was too close, and Chen Feng's speed too great; he was struck by Arashi no Mai before he could even unleash any magic. Lying on the ground, Elder Aiwa was filled with indignation.

Brut's body and a blood-soaked letter had thrown the family into turmoil. If he hadn't been afraid within the family structure, he wouldn't have left and come to this place.

He had hoped that by coming here, he could evade this vengeful youth, only to run into him first! Carrying this reluctance, his eyelids grew heavier until they could no longer open.

The surrounding guards were stunned. They knew Elder Aiwa's strength well, yet he was killed by a single punch from this youth.

Now that their master was dead and the restraint gone, instead of rushing forward, they all stepped back. They had taken his money but hadn't sold their lives to him; naturally, they wouldn't seek trouble.

"You..." Philomina gasped, covering her mouth, unable to believe her eyes! She had always assumed this red-haired youth was deliberately dressing up to attract her attention.

The boy she had just called a waste had acted with such brutal force, killing a Magister with a single punch... If such a person was called a waste, what did that make her?

"Could he truly be Iori Yagami..." A thought sparked in Philomina's mind, suddenly wondering. "Yes, he must be!

If he weren't the real Iori Yagami, how could he kill a Tier One Magister with one punch?" Excitement rose as she was about to speak, but her hand was restrained by her grandfather before she could move. "Don't stir things up.

It seems this is a private feud. Empire law dictates that no one can interfere in private disputes.

Moreover, this youth is ruthless and his cultivation is not low. I fear...

I fear even I am no match for him," the Guild Master said gravely. "Grandfather is no match?" Philomina's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

Her grandfather was a Tier Two Bladestormer; if he wasn't a match, then this person absolutely had to be Iori Yagami! Philomina concluded this with certainty in her heart!

Long Qi, still lingering in the crowd, stared blankly at the red-haired youth in the hall, looking at him as if seeing him for the first time. "One punch...

and Elder Aiwa is dead... How high is his cultivation now?

To go from a youth who barely knew how to use Aura to this in one year—what on earth happened to him?" Long Qi Barton was dumbfounded, his thoughts drifting aimlessly. ……………………Free Below…………………… I apologize for the latest update today.

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