Yaakov was an eighth-ranked grandmaster but had sustained countless injuries from previous battles.
While he was distracted by the attacks from James’ Thirteen Heavenly Swords, James seized the opportunity and went behind him.
He pressed the Blade of Justice against Yaakov’s back.
Yaakov froze.
He could not believe that he would lose to a youngster like James.
“It’s your loss, old man.”
A voice as cold as the blade pressed against his back came from behind him.
James’ sword did not pierce through Yaakov’s body but could easily do so if he exerted the slightest force.
“I lost?”
Yaakov’s jaw hung open.
Members of the Lee and Sullivan family watched this scene in grim silence. Their faces were all clouded over.
Yaakov Johnston, who held an image as the peerless grandmaster for over a hundred years, had just been defeated by a man a fraction of his age.
The other martial artists that rushed over to watch the battle in the dark also had concerned expressions.
Strong.
James was an extremely formidable man.
He was less than 30 years old but had already cultivated such strong True Energy and not only mastered the Cadens’ signature martial art skill, but other impressive martial arts as well.
Tobias had practiced it for decades but only mastered it up until the twelve swords.
Meanwhile, James had mastered the thirteen swords at a young age.
“James is incredibly talented.”
“A once in a millennia prodigy...”
“In a few decades, there’d be no one in this world who’d be able to be a match for him.”
The people watching from the dark all murmured about James in amazement.
James sheathed his sword and dissipated Invincible Body Siddhi. He looked at Yaakov who was trembling and said indifferently, “The feud between the Johnstons and I began with Theodore. When Theodore was the Emperor, he involved himself in countless criminal activities. He deserved to die.
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