Vivian had a rash instinct to give up everything in his hands, turn around and run away.
The middle-aged man in front of him was not only strong, but he also had an apparent murderous intent.
‘It’s a cultivator!’ Vivian took a deep breath in to calm himself down.
Then, he quickly made a judgment.
In this competition, a sudden non-participating cultivator appeared and blocked his path.
Hence, it was apparent that this person was targeting Boneng.
‘Who can it be?’ Vivian racked his brain as he slowly walked forward and looked at the middle-aged man.
On the side of the stream next to the man, about five dead monsters piled up.
These monsters were all disemboweled and died a miserable death.
Vivian thought, ‘So that’s why I didn’t meet any monsters on my journey.
He killed them all and placed the bodies here.’ Then, Vivian swept his gaze at the other side of the middle-aged man, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
Vivian’s pupils were abruptly constricted.
An unconscious young man laid beside the middle-aged man.
It was an average-looking guy dressed in normal clothes, and he appeared highly inconspicuous.
Those who saw him would think he was just a participant from a small clan.
However, before the competition began, Vivian met this young man once in the big hall where all the participating warriors gathered.
Through the guy’s familiar gaze, Vivian knew that he was Steven sneaking into the game!
Vivian did not have the chance to ask Steven what made her join the fun yet, but unexpectedly, he bumped into her here! It was obvious that the middle-aged man caught Steven.
Nonetheless, Vivian was somewhat relieved when he noticed that Steven passed out, and there was no injury on her.
If that was the case, Vivian was also unclear who the middle-aged man was targeting.
Since he already caught Steven, was he still going to attack Vivian? Or perhaps Vivian accidentally ran into this scene?
Just as Vivian was still puzzled over the matter, the middle-aged man stopped sharpening his blade and looked at Boneng.
When Vivian saw the man’s appearance, he could not help but blurt out, ‘Zenith Gibson!’
Surprisingly, this man had an 80% similarity in his appearance with Zenith, who Vivian saw just now.
Nevertheless, Vivian quickly realized that it was not him.
“That’s not right! You’re not Zenith!”
In contrast, this man appeared much haggard than Zenith, and there was also a touch of fierceness between his brows that Zenith did not have.
More importantly, the Zenith Vivian saw was immaculately dressed and had a solemn appearance.
Hence, he would surely still be sitting on the high platform and not appearing here.
Since the man was not Zenith, but he appeared similar to him and identity was naturally evident.
At the same time, Vivian also had a rough idea why the Veystone Town’s Zenith would visit Evergreen Town.
When the middle-aged man heard Boneng, his reaction was even bigger.
“You’ve seen Zenith? Where is he?!” Zephyr frowned, and the murderous light glimmering in his eyes was like sharp blades, causing others to avoid his gaze.
Without waiting for Vivian’s reply, Zephyr mumbled to himself, “That’s right.
That brat must’ve left some tracks.
Hmph! I was already so careful, yet there were still loopholes.”
As he said that, Zephyr stood.
Then, Vivian only realized that Zephyr’s figure was much taller than he imagined.
Although he was skinny, Zephyr’s bone structure was massive.
Looking at him now, Zephyr appeared just like a killing machine.
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