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nThe disciples of the Holy Land also arrived at the venue of the martial arts competition.

nThey had their own lounge.

nThe young man from the Red Rock Canyon opened the door and introduced himself with a smile.

n“I’m Carl from the Red Rock Canyon. Hello, senior brothers and sisters!

n“Anyone who wants to fight with me can spar with me!”

nThe men and women around him looked at Carl, who didn’t look very smart.

nWas there something wrong with this descendant of Red Rock Canyon?

nEveryone was resting and chatting here, and he suddenly ran in to have a fight.

nWasn’t he crazy?

nAt this moment, the door to the room was pushed open again.

nAndrew stuck his head out and looked inside.

nTo be honest, he was looking for the toilet.

nHe just happened to bump into this place.

n“Are you the descendants of the six Great Holy Lands?” Andrew was a little curious.

nWas his luck that good? He could meet the disciples of the Holy Land even when he went out to find a toilet.

nIn this very spacious room, there were a total of fifty to sixty people; all of them were descendants of the Holy Lands.

nThese people were all proud and arrogant, and they looked down on the warriors outside the Holy Land.

nAt this time, when Andrew walked in, they did not even glance at him.

nOn the other hand, Carl, who was not very smart, turned around and extended a hand to Andrew.

nThe two shook hands.

nCarl: “Hello, little brother, I am Carl from the Red Rock Canyon.”

nAndrew was only eighteen years old, and he looked even younger than Carl.

n“Stanford University, Andrew.”

nAfter he finished introducing himself, Andrew looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.

n“It’s actually an eighth-grade ninth-stage golden body. The successor of the Holy Land is indeed not simple.”

nAfter Andrew said this, the faces of the other successors of the Holy Lands in the room changed slightly, and they all looked at Carl in astonishment.

nThey still didn’t know that Carl had this level of strength.

nCarl was actually interested.

nHe couldn’t help but look at Andrew a few more times.

nHis master once said that it was absolutely impossible for ordinary warriors to see through his specific strength. Only the most powerful ones could.

nIt seemed that this young man in front of him, who was younger than him, was not simple.

nAndrew pulled out a chair and sat down.

nHowever, the entire room was very quiet. No one spoke.

nAndrew was a little curious.

n“Weren’t you guys going to have an internal spar? Why are you guys shy after I came?”

nA blond youth shook his head.

n“Our Holy Shield Crusade has always liked peace. We don’t fight with others.”

n“Bullsh*t.”

nAndrew said disdainfully.

n“Before I told you his true strength just now, I saw that you really wanted to go up and fight.”

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade?” A cold voice sounded from the side.

nA young man with a cold expression stood up.

nHe looked at Andrew emotionlessly.

n“You’re an eighteen-year-old seventh stage grandmaster. I’ve heard of you. Your strength isn’t bad. My cousin and Spencer weren’t a match for you.”

nThis young man came from a mysterious family, which was also one of the six great Holy Lands.

nIt was said that Diana also came from there. That was why her spiritual power was so much stronger than experts of the same level. This was a characteristic of this family.

nThe young man who spoke was about twenty-two years old.

nComing from this mysterious family that had existed since ancient times, he naturally had a lot of pride in his heart.

nThere was an extremely powerful sword intent on his body.

nAndrew glanced at him.

nThis person acted high and mighty, and Andrew did not like it very much.

nDid he have an extra arm or a pair of eyes? What right did you have to speak so arrogantly?

nCould it be that you were strong?

nAndrew narrowed his eyes with some disdain.

nIn terms of strength, was he stronger than him?

n“Spencer? I’ve heard of him, but who is your cousin?”

nA trace of anger appeared on the arrogant man’s face, but he soon laughed again.

nHe could hear that Andrew was provoking him.

n“My master said that it’s best not to have any disputes with you ordinary people this time. Once I beat you to death, it won’t be so good.”

nHe took a step forward, and the powerful sword intent on his body pressed toward Andrew.

n“My name is Owen. I’ve been practicing martial arts since I was four years old. I’m now twenty-two years old, a ninth-grade martial artist. I had already mastered the sword intent a year ago. You’re just a small martial artist who has just learned some tricks. What right do you have to talk to me like this?”

nAs soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out a finger.

nA sharp sword intent burst out.

nAndrew smiled slightly and only blew at the air in front of him.

nDang!

nA crisp sound of metal colliding came from the air.

nThere was nothing in the room, but the sound of swords colliding came from the air.

nThere seemed to be a lot of terrifying power in it.

nAt this moment, Andrew stood up.

nWhen he stood up, a terrifying pressure spread out from his body, making the faces of all the disciples of the Holy Lands change.

nIncluding that extremely powerful Carl, he couldn’t help but take two steps back at this time.

nHowever, the one who suffered the most was still Owen. His body flew back five meters, and with a plop, he fell onto a chair. Blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and his face was filled with panic.

n“Impossible. You’re merely a little dancer who has just entered the seventh grade. Where did you get such powerful strength?”

nAndrew walked forward and slapped his face.

n“How dare you!”

nThe warriors from the same family as Owen stood up and shouted.

nThe youngsters from the other Holy Lands also stood up and released their auras.

nAmong the fifty to sixty people in front of him, the weakest one was at the seventh rank grandmaster realm.

nThe strongest one was a ninth-rank warrior with a long saber in his hand. He had already comprehended fifty percent of the saber intent.

nOnly Carl, who didn’t seem to be very smart, was standing there without moving.

nHe wasn’t very familiar with these descendants of the Holy Lands. Moreover, he could also see who was right and who was wrong in the dispute between Owen and Andrew just now.

nAndrew laughed.

nHe was now surrounded by dozens of people.

n“Sooner or later, I’ll have to fight with you guys. It seems that it’s not bad to do it ahead of time.”

nHowever, these disciples of the Holy Lands didn’t look too good.

nWhen Andrew burst out his imposing manner just now, they were more or less shocked.

n“Very good! A group of disciples of the Holy Lands actually joined hands to deal with me!” Andrew pretended to be angry and roared.

n“If you really have the guts, then let’s meet in the arena! All the disciples of the six Holy Lands san fight!”

nAndrew threw a punch forward, directly shattering the wall in front of him. He then jumped onto the arena not far away.

nCarl scratched his head.

nJust now, it seemed that Andrew had released his aura and intimidated all the descendants of the Holy Lands. Now, why did he look like he was at a disadvantage?

nWas this a tactic?

nAt this time, the martial arts competition was continuing in the arena.

nTwo fifth stage realm martial artists were fighting. There were back and forth, and they wouldn’t be able to determine the victor in a short time.

nThousands of spectators were cheering and shouting around them.

nAfter all, one of these two people was from New York University, while the other was from Yale University. Both of them were famous martial arts colleges.

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