The Imperial Master slowly lifted his head, stretched his right hand forward, and grabbed the longsword from the ground.
In the woods, a gust of wind blew.
"Imperial Master, I advise you not to interfere with Master Martinez's affairs. Times have changed; your abilities have long diverged from Master Martinez's, and you are no longer equals,"
Marthew Abernathy's tone was arrogant, yet still respectful. "Master Martinez is one of the top experts in the world today. Even facing Julius Reed and Trent Marsh, he stands unbeaten. But you, Imperial Master, have been imprisoned for five thousand years. Even if you fully recover, you are no longer a match for Master Martinez."
Hearing this, the Imperial Master raised the corner of his mouth, a disdainful smile on his face. "Whether I am a match for Pranay Martinez is not for you to say. But it's true that you are not fit to be my opponent."
He swung the longsword forward, instantly forming countless sword shadows in front of him!
