“An ancient martial artist from Sol?”
James’ appearance attracted the attention of many.
A long-haired monk wearing a red tunic walked over to James and scanned him from head to toe.
“What is it?” James looked at the strange man before him puzzledly.
“Rumors say that the ancient martial artists from Sol are impressive and their martial arts are unparalleled. Before the conference begins, I’d like to warm myself up.”
The man clenched his fists.
James now understood that the man was trying to pick a fight with him.
A crowd formed around the two. Everyone was watching the show in anticipation.
The elderly man before James was a martial artist on the Elysian Ranking. Although he was at the bottom of the list, having one’s name listed on the Elysian Ranking was a symbol of strength.
“Young man of Sol, know that you will die in my hands. I’m the King of Ozora who’s ranked ninety-eight on the Elysian Ranking,” The elderly man said with a mischievous grin on his face.
James looked at the strange elderly man with a slight grin.
‘Did he really think I’d be a pushover?’
The elderly man’s face darkened, and he extended his shriveled arms from his sleeves. At the same time, he leaped three meters into the air and struck James’ head.
James remained in the same spot.
Just as he was about to deflect the blow, the elderly man groaned in pain and collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.
“Huh?”
James froze.
Then, he turned his head.
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