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n“Young Master, don’t let him beat us up. Before I came out, your father had said that no matter what the outcome of this martial arts competition is, the Red Rock Canyon’s training grounds will always be open to external martial artists!”

nAlonso became excited and said to the young master.

nThese words were transmitted to Clayton by Alonso’s spiritual power.

nClayton narrowed his eyes.

n“Call me young master again, and I’ll beat you up myself!”

nAlonso immediately shut up.

nBeside him, the other top-tier fighters didn’t look too good either.

nAlthough Andrew was only an 18-year-old fighter, they had no confidence in fighting him.

n“Good idea?”

nAfter listening to Clayton’s scolding just now, not only did Andrew not behave, but a strange smile even appeared on his face.

nChallenging the pinnacles of the Holy Lands indeed seemed to be a good idea.

nOne had to know that by killing a pinnacle realm expert, the system would reward a whole million strengthening points.

nWhat kind of concept was this?

nIt was equivalent to him selling dozens of sets of sword intent grass. This was too profitable!

nSuch a good idea, he did not expect that it was Clayton who reminded him.

n“Everyone here is a senior, and I’m just a young warrior. Of course, I can’t be rude to the seniors,” Andrew said with a smile.

nAlonso was relieved.

nAs long as he didn’t make a move, it was fine.

nHe was really a little nervous.

nIf he fought with Andrew, Alonso didn’t have full confidence. He could only say that Andrew’s strength was close to his.

nAt this time, Andrew and Clayton chatted with their spiritual power.

n“Chief, haven’t you always hated the people of the Holy Lands? Why don’t we join hands today? You hand them over here!”

nClayton was stunned.

nWhy was Andrew even more arrogant than him?

n“This Alonso is very strong and has already reached the Marquis rank. How confident are you in fighting him?”

n“I’ll beat him!” Andrew said with certainty.

n“But if I have to kill him, I only have 70% confidence.”

n“70% confidence?” Clayton was stunned.

nOne had to know that Alonso and Clayton actually belonged to the same realm.

nIt was just that Alonso’s dao shadow was 6,000 meters while Clayton was close to 10,000 meters.

nBut even so, if Clayton wanted to kill Alonso, he only had 70% confidence.

nBecause if Alonso wanted to run away, it would be very difficult to catch him.

nThinking of this, Clayton felt that it was better not to take too much of a risk.

nHe continued to transmit his voice to Andrew, “Whether or not you want to kill the Ultimates of the Holy Lands, we’ll talk about it later. It’s better to wait. But these people are very unfriendly to you. You can still spar with them if you want.”

nAndrew nodded. His gaze swept across the elders of the Holy Lands in front of him.

n“I’m not afraid of you. It’s just that you’re a junior. That’s why I’m too lazy to fight with you!”

nWhen Andrew’s gaze swept across the pinnacle of the Dupont family, he said some harsh words.

nThe Dupont family members were all arrogant.

nThis one called Wells was no exception.

nWells was stubborn. Although he knew that he was no match for Andrew, he still refused to admit defeat.

n“Oh, it seems that Senior Wells is not convinced. Let’s come out and have a spar.

n“It just so happens that the ordinary people have never seen a fight between people at the Ultimate realm. Today, we can take this opportunity to show everyone.”

nWhen Wells heard this, his face turned pale.

nBut for the honor of his family, he could not back down.

n“Okay. If you want to spar with me, don’t regret it,” Wells braced himself and said.

n“But before sparring, I have one more thing to announce.”

nAndrew stood in the middle of the ring.

n“After the spiritual essence recovered, we humans have gone through twenty years. In these twenty years, we have developed very quickly, establishing bases all over the country and taking back a part of the territory.”

nAfter Andrew finished speaking, everyone frowned in confusion.

nEspecially Clayton and Tyrone. They did not know what Andrew was going to do?

n“But the pressure on us is still too great. There are countless monsters oppressing outside, and there’s an internal rebellion among us, the evil martial artists.

n“Does anyone know how humans can solve such a predicament?”

nThe whole place was silent.

nNo one dared to answer such a big question.

n“There is only one way, and that is to let our high-grade martial artists’ number continue to increase! Only when the overall strength of humans increases will the living environment of humans become better and better!

n“Everyone here is a martial artist, and they are very clear about the huge gap between the sixth and seventh grades.

n“It’s just a question of the transformation of spiritual power. But how many sixth-grade martial artists have been blocked outside the door! And after the seventh-grade martial artists, how many people have comprehended the concept?”

nEveryone in the entire stadium was looking forward to Andrew’s next words.

n“Today, I, Andrew, you can also call me Grandmaster Thunderblade, I want to bring a welcome news!”

nAndrew raised his right hand. In his hand, there was an ordinary grass blade. Its leaves were a little yellow.

n“This is called sword intent grass! After consuming it, it can help warriors comprehend sword intent. If they have already comprehended sword intent, they can improve their comprehension of sword intent!

n“Back then, I spent a lot of effort to kill the Anaconda King and only obtained some. Later, when I went to Alaska’s Arctic Circle, I killed the Snow Leopard King and obtained some more, but the number is still very small!”

n“?”

nClayton was dumbfounded.

nHe was very clear that Andrew killing the Anaconda King was just an accident.

nAnd when he killed the Snow Leopard King, he was there, so there was no sword intent grass.

nBut in the entire stadium, whether it was the ordinary martial artists or the media, they were all in an uproar.

nThe thing that they were most concerned about was what Andrew said just now.

nHe had killed the Anaconda King and the Snow Leopard King!

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade, is what you said true?” a reporter raised his microphone and asked excitedly.

n“Or what? I didn’t kill them? Could it be that you killed them?”

nAndrew said with some displeasure. Then he waved his hand, and the reporter flew out.

nThis reporter actually interrupted his speech.

nWhat a good sales pitch.

nAt this time, Clayton also flew over, and his deep voice spread throughout the audience.

n“I can testify to this. In the future, don’t call him Grandmaster Thunderblade. Instead, you should call him King Thunderblade!”

nAndrew was speechless.

nHe had just chased away the reporter. Why was there another person who interrupted his sales pitch?

nHowever, facing Clayton, Andrew couldn’t do anything.

nHe waved his hand, signaling for the entire audience to quieten down.

nThe audience had just calmed down a little when suddenly, someone took the lead and shouted, “King Thunderblade, King Thunderblade!”

nVery quickly, all of the audience’s emotions were affected by him. The tens of thousands of people in the entire stands shouted together.

n“King Thunderblade! King Thunderblade! King Thunderblade!”

nAndrew felt that he was going crazy.

nHe just wanted to sell the sword intent grass. Could these people just calm down?

n“All of you, be quiet!”

nAndrew roared, and everyone immediately shut up.

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