Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 397

An hour later, there were only sixteen people left on the platform, and all were vying for Hailey's hand in marriage. The sixteen remaining warriors were definitely the best of the best. Everyone's cultivation level reached at least the supreme stage of Wonder Realm. By the way they stood, it is clearly visible that they were men of courage and exceptional skills, all of which were fit to be a groom for Hailey.

Moreover, in terms of appearance, they were all dashing and noble. They really deserved the spot and the title of young talents.

"Hey guys, do you really want to compete with me for the rare beauty? She is mine. How about giving me a favor? Please go down the platform and save yourselves from the humiliation," Hunk uttered boastfully.

"Hunk, don't you know how to be ashamed? It's not just the cultivators from the eastern land who came here for that fair lady. Do you think if you give your name, we will be afraid of you? Think again, man," countered another young martial artist. "You are just the supreme disciple of your sect, not the whole world. Who do you think you are?" figured another martial artist in an annoyed tone.

"My name is Timothy Shaoyan. I am not afraid of all the supreme disciple from the three big sects of the eastern land," declared a young man named Timothy Shaoyan.

As he was saying that, Timothy looked at Hunk with his eyes full of disdain. He seemed to be challenging Hunk and saying that he would not yield to him whatever might happen. By this time, a tensed air hanged by the atmosphere of the arena, the remaining warriors exchanged heated glares and arguments against each other. Timothy used a secret power to spread what he had just said all over the entire arena. So almost everyone in the square heard his declaration, and it caused a heated discussion in the crowd.

"Timothy? I've heard about him. He is the strongest disciple from the Western Desert Island. It is said that he nearly listed on the Sky Chart of the Talent Roll at his age of thirty. Unfortunately, when he was ready and became strong enough, his age exceeded the requirement of the Sky Chart. At present, he is about thirty-two years old. I can't imagine how powerful he is by now," whispered an onlooker to the man beside him in a low voice.

"His family is the overlord of the Western Desert Island. With the power of a single-family, they are dominating the border area. They must be mighty. Furthermore, Timothy is the strongest man among the younger generation of his family," narrated another middle-aged man.

Then just from behind them, another voice butted in, saying, "You are right. There are so many talents from the Chasm Clan and the Heavenly Palace Sect of the southern land, the three big sects of the eastern land, and the Talent City of the North Desert. But I think that Timothy still can list in the top ten among them."

Unmoved and at peace, Darren stood quietly on a corner and deliberately released his spiritual sense and listened to those discussions. When his eyes swept over Timothy, he felt the man's extraordinary influence at once.

After hearing Timothy's name, Hunk, the first one to speak, said nothing but snorted against him. In terms of identity and character, Timothy was the strongest man among the young generation of the whole western region. He himself was just the first supreme disciple of one of the three big sects in the eastern land. Therefore, Hunk was certainly not comparable to Timothy—he was far too inferior.

"I admire you all. You're all great, and you're all famous. My name is Abelard. I am an unknown person, a nobody, so I dare not hope to scare you with my name. However, I have a suggestion. Since we all declare ourselves to be the strongest, why don't we all have a real fight? By then, in case you all get trampled under my feet, won't I be famous, huh? Let us see who will emerge victorious in the end. Who will end up famous and popular? Would that be okay with you?"

The man named Abelard was handsome, but he looked too sloppy in the way he dressed. There were several patches on his coarse linen robe, and he was carrying a rusty, notched tomahawk on his back.