Jacob from the Dark Realm Returns novel Chapter 102

"Jacob? Trash!" Miyamoto sneered, "I can't believe a brat in his twenties actually ranks third on the Virtuoso Rankings. There are so many Virtuosos in China much older than him. Are they all useless? Shame on them."

"If he dares to appear in front of me, I will kill him with one strike!"

Miyamoto's mockery once again provoked greater hostility!

Evelyn hated the fact that she was not a martial arts Virtuoso. Otherwise, she would have beat the shit out of Miyamoto.

At the same time, a question lingered in everyone's heart!

Where was Jacob?

Ordinary people might not know much about this, but the martial artists knew that ever since the Virtuoso Rankings was released, nobody had ever heard anything from Jacob.

He had disappeared!

"Is that so? Kill him without effort?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

The voice was different from Miyamoto's voice, which was filled with aerial force and echoed throughout the entire stadium like the roar of thunder.

On the contrary, it whispered to everyone's ears, not loud but clear, refreshing everyone.

"Who?"

When Miyamoto heard this voice, his face sank.

In the entire stadium, the strongest aura he could sense was from Cadman Bray, who was ranked 56th on the Virtuoso Rankings.

However, the sound he had just heard was voiced with brilliant skills. It required delicate control over the internal power and Zhen Qi. Furthermore, the person managed to spread it evenly throughout the entire stadium. He was sure that Cadman would not be able to do this.

The others also looked around, wanting to see who was speaking.

"I'm the one you want to kill with one strike, Jacob from Riverside City!"

Jacob said indifferently.

Then, he rose from his seat and walked in the air.

Every time he took a step, there were ripples in the air.

Jacob walked towards the stage.

"Jacob from Riverside City!" The moment those words were spoken, the entire stadium fell silent!

And you could cut the air with a knife.

Everyone looked at the figure that had suddenly soared into the sky in disbelief.

Their eyes were widened.

Especially, when the ordinary people, who didn't know much about the Martial World and those who only knew a little, saw someone walking in the air, which was more amazing than what was in TV shows and movies, they were shocked and the stadium rose to an uproar.

"Heavens, how brilliant!"

"Is that Jacob? He's so young!"

"He's walking in the air without help from any equipment. That's so cool!"

...

Both men's and women's eyes lit up when they saw Jacob.

There were only two exceptions!

Linda's beautiful eyes were glinting, but mixed with disbelief.

Evelyn, on the other hand, was dumbfounded, as if she couldn't believe what she was looking at.

"It's him? How could it be?"

"God must be kidding me!"

Evelyn blinked hard, as if she had seen a ghost.

Linda also blinked several times before she excitedly pulled Evelyn and said, "Evelyn, it really is him. Look, he is the Jacob you just mentioned!"

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Evelyn murmured.

In her imagination, all the Virtuosos had the extraordinary bearing and looked like immortals.

The Virtuosos who had been defeated before were in line with Evelyn's imagination. Though they were not as strong as she was expecting, they were not that far from the standard.

In Evelyn's eyes, Jacob was no different from a traitor.

He did not cheer for the Virtuosos from China. What's worse, when the Virtuosos from China and the martial arts of China were humiliated, he looked indifferent and did not show the slightest bit of resentment. He even shook his head after the Virtuosos from China lost.

No way would such a person be a famous Virtuoso from China.

...

...

"You're Jacob?"

When Miyamoto saw Jacob walk in the air and arrive at the martial stage, he narrowed his eyes. But in that serious look, there was confidence.

"Of course I am. Do you think anyone would pretend to be me?" Jacob sneered.

"Good timing. Defeating Cadman, who is ranked 56th on the Virtuoso Rankings, doesn't seem convincing enough. Let me kill you, the third on Virtuoso Rankings, with my saber and prove that the so-called Virtuosos in China are just a bunch of losers!" Miyamoto laughed wildly.

"Today, I'll make an exception for you. You can challenge me without betting anything!" Miyamoto licked his lips, a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

Jacob shook his head again, "There is no need to make an exception, because I will take away all your spoils, as well as the Scarlet Flame Fruit!"

"Not to mention defeating me, if you can survive one strike, this Purgatory Sword will be yours!" As Jacob spoke, he reached out and conjured a pitch-black sword out of thin air, holding it in his hand.

Miyamoto was shocked. He didn't see how Jacob took out the sword.

Below the stage, in the non-martial artist area.

The eyes of a person wearing a small white suit glinting. "What is this?"