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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nFollowing Bilston’s gaze, Mad Saber’s entire body trembled.

nThis young man… was Andrew!

nHis face was instantly filled with fear.

nAndrew?

nWhy was he here?

nHis heart was filled with unceasing waves as he frantically pondered. Impossible, it was impossible for his identity to be exposed.

nIn just this instant, he had thought of countless decisions.

nAt this moment, in his ear, Bilston cried out, “Mad Saber, please beat someone for me. This young man is so vicious. If he has some achievements in the future, doesn’t that mean that he wouldn’t even put you in his eyes… Ah!”

nBefore Bilston could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

nThen…

nHis body became light, and he flew up.

nBang!

nHe didn’t stop until he crashed into the wall of a private room.

n“Boss!”

nThe three bodyguards were dumbfounded.

nThey just rushed into the private room. They didn’t have the courage to question Mad Saber about why he hit their boss.

nBilston was helped up.

nEven if Mad Saber controlled the strength of his attack, he still had two broken ribs, and his expression was ferocious from the pain.

nHowever, he was very unwilling to accept this. He roared, “Lord Mad Saber, why did you hit me?”

n“You deserve to be hit!”

nMad Saber snorted coldly, “Bilston, you usually rely on your stinky money to not put low-ranked martial artists in your eyes. Today, you even dare to scold a Grandmaster.

n“Do you know that a Grandmaster is not someone that trash like you can insult?

n“Even if Grandmaster Andrew were to chop you up, no one would dare to say anything.”

nBilston was dumbfounded.

nEven though his broken ribs were extremely painful, the malevolence on his face had vanished.

nIn the entire high-end restaurant, other than the gentle music, all other noises had stopped.

nEveryone looked at Mad Saber.

nTheir faces were filled with confusion.

nIn the next moment, Mad Saber had a smile on his face as he strode forward and walked in front of Andrew. He laughed loudly, “Grandmaster Thunderblade!

n“Hahaha, when I came back from the wilderness last night, I heard that a new Grandmaster has been born in Boston. At the age of eighteen, he stepped into the seventh rank. With his thunder blade, he killed a seventh rank crocodile demon and helped the people of Boston.”

nMad Saber stretched out his hand, wanting to shake Andrew’s hand.

nAndrew was stunned at first.

nThen, he reacted.

nMad Saber did not know that his identity had been exposed.

nAfter all, he had not participated in Soder and Black Rock’s operation yesterday.

nEven if Andrew had already fought with the two of them, it was impossible for him to know his identity.

nLooking at Mad Saber’s extended hand, Andrew had a look of disdain and said, “Who are you!”

nMad Saber did not care. He was a genius, so it was natural for him to have some personality.

nMoreover…

nHe wanted to find out what was going on, so how would he dare to give Andrew a hard time?

nHe retracted his hand and rubbed it. Mad Saber smiled awkwardly. “I’m Mad Saber.”

nHowever, when he said this…

nHe subconsciously felt a sense of danger.

n“Not good!”

nMad Saber’s pupils shrank.

nHis expression changed drastically.

nIn front of him, Andrew pulled out a knife and pierced through his heart.

nEven though his reaction was fast enough, he was still stabbed by the blade.

nHowever, the strength of a sixth-grade powerhouse didn’t allow him to die in one strike.

nWhen he suddenly retreated, his mind was frantically thinking about when he was exposed.

nAndrew actually recognized him.

nHowever, Andrew didn’t give him a chance at all.

nBefore he retreated a few meters, he felt powerful spiritual energy instantly blast toward him.

n“Rumble.”

nA thunderous sound rang out in his mind.

nHis body, which had just escaped, twitched for a moment before lying on the ground, motionless.

nImmortal level secret spiritual technique—Eye of Spirit!

nAndrew was stunned… F*ck, with just one attack of Eye of Spirit, a late-stage sixth grade Mad Saber died?

n“Ding!”

n“You have killed a warrior of the sixth stage. Reward: 1,000 strengthening points.”

nF*ck.

nAndrew’s face changed.

nHe was shocked.

n“A martial artist of the sixth stage is so weak?

n“Why didn’t I feel anything when I was shocked by my spiritual strength so many times before? My spiritual strength is also very weak. It’s just slightly stronger than a martial artist of the seventh stage…”

nA single attack, and he died?

nF*ck.

nHe wanted to leave him alive.

nPlop!

nJust as Andrew was feeling frustrated, Bilston endured the pain of having his ribs broken. His legs went soft, and he knelt down.

nHis face was full of fear. His entire body was trembling, and even his voice was shaking. “Grandmaster Thunderblade, please don’t kill me!”

nBilston was so scared that he was about to collapse.

nWhat the hell was going on?

nHe ridiculed a trash martial artist every day, but this time, he actually kicked the head of a Grandmaster.

nThe famous late-stage sixth-grade martial artist, Mad Saber, was killed for no reason?

nEveryone in the restaurant felt terrified.

nEspecially those people who gave Andrew a “disdainful” look.

nTheir legs went soft, and they directly knelt down.

nMad Saber had smiled and flattered this Grandmaster, but he was killed.

nHe…

nCould it be that they would also be slashed to death by the Grandmaster?

nIt was only then that Andrew pulled out his blade from Mad Saber’s chest.

nHe said impatiently, “All of you f*cking get lost. Don’t bother me!”

nIt seems that in the future, I have to be careful with such heaven-defying methods like the Eye of Spirit. Otherwise, it would be difficult to leave a single person alive to torture!

nHe sighed as he thought.

nHe did not expect that it was not because the skill was too powerful, but because his spiritual power was too heaven-defying…

nCompared to ordinary Grandmasters, it was a little abnormal.

nThe people in the high-end restaurant were instantly dispersed by Andrew’s scolding.

nThey did not even settle the bill.

nThe owner of the restaurant was a fat middle-aged man. He looked as if his father had died. He stood in the distance and looked at Andrew, not daring to get close.

nAndrew glanced at him.

nThis guy’s hairline was very normal.

nBut why was he also a successful person?

nWas he wearing a wig?

nAndrew squatted down and searched Mad Saber’s body.

nHe was at the late stage of the sixth grade. Other than his weapons and some recovery medicines, he didn’t have any other finances.

nAndrew was disappointed.

nAt this moment, Charles walked in.

nHe glanced at the ground and was slightly shocked. “Dead?”

n“Dead!”

nAndrew shook his head and sighed. “I wanted to keep him alive, but I didn’t expect him to be so weak. He died immediately after a shock.”

nCharles: “…”

nSpeechless.

nHe took a deep breath… Alright.

nIn the past few days, he had become numb to Andrew’s matter. After a few days of shock, he had become immune to it.

nThe corpse on the ground was very obvious.

nMad Saber had been stabbed in the heart, but Charles knew that his strength was at the late stage of the sixth grade. This stab could not possibly take his life.

nHowever, there was no second wound on his body.

nHe did not dare to think about the extent of Andrew’s mental strength.

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