The Mountain of Leaving's Mr. Ghost lifted his head and withdrew his arm from the grandmaster's body, placing the other hand gently against the other's face with a soft push.
Thud!
The grandmaster from Boulevard fell straight to the ground.
His body convulsing uncontrollably.
"Who are you!"
Staring at the shirtless man in front of him, his body covered with red inscriptions, Pratik Will felt fear for the first time.
It wasn't that he hadn't encountered strong people before.
In fact, he was a strong person himself.
At the Boulevard Alliance, there were even more powerful figures.
Like Phinnaeus Moore, a director of the Global Martial Arts Association, the Sword Grandmaster Franco Tennyson, and that youth from the West Tower, none of them were not formidable.
Although strong people were frightening, the man in front of him carried a bloodthirsty aura!
This touched something deep within their hearts, breeding fear and unease.
