This was the Western Border.
Ambitious and power-hungry, the Blithes dreamed of unifying the ancient martial world and ruling over the world.
Thus, anyone who ran wild in the Blithes’ territory was unforgivable.
If Flynn did not do anything, the Blithes would be the laughingstock of the world if word about the incident spread.
He knew that the elderly man before him was a highly skilled martial artist, but he was unafraid. His face darkened, and he clenched his fists. Then, he took a step forward. In the blink of an eye, he had appeared before James. He aimed at his chest and struck.
The speed was unrivaled, and the power was immense.
No ordinary man would react in time.
Even James was somewhat shocked by the speed of Flynn’s attack. However, he was undaunted. After all, Flynn’s attacks would have no effect on him. Flynn was a fourth-rank.
Though James did not know what rank he was currently in, Spencer had transferred all of his peak seventh-rank True Energy to him. Even if some of the True Energy had leaked, he would be at least at the fifth rank.
Flynn’s fist struck his chest. As if striking an iron plate, a clear and crisp sound could be heard. Flynn felt his fist go numb. Then, as True Energy bounced back, he was immediately sent flying. He collapsed to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.
“What?”
His face paled. He was a fourth-rank martial artist, yet not only did he fail to injure the elderly man, but he was even sent flying.
Who exactly was he?
Flynn had never heard of such a martial artist in Sol.
Meanwhile, the Blithe family guards were dumbfounded.
They knew how powerful Flynn was. As a fourth-rank martial artist, his strength was comparable to those of the ancient martial artists of the older generation, let alone his peers. Now, however, he was sent flying by his own attack.
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