n

n

n

nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nThere were only so many saints. Even if he had never met them before, he had seen information and photos online.

nHe did not know this youth in front of him.

nAndrew was not surprised at all.

nNonsense!

nIf it were not for his own people, he would have drawn his saber long ago!

nWhy am I still talking nonsense with you here?

nHowever, when the thought of fighting against a ninth-level saint rose in his mind, it was difficult to suppress it. He shouted, “Chief Charles, don’t be bewitched by these evil warriors…”

n“Andrew!”

nCharles couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, “Shut up. Don’t talk nonsense.

n“Sir Johnson is a ninth-grade martial saint. His swordsmanship is unrivaled, and he is a conferred sword saint. His strength is ranked in the top five of the ninth-grade.”

nAndrew was not afraid at all. He sneered. “So what if he is a martial saint? I, Andrew, am fearless!”

nCharles was speechless when he heard that. He was completely speechless.

nWhat f*cking fearless!

nThe key was that they were all on the same side. Why were they fighting?

nHowever, on the other side, Johnson’s eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Andrew and said in shock, “He is Grandmaster Thunderblade?”

n…

nFor a moment, the scene was a little awkward.

nThe “Three Fist Kill” grandmaster struggled to come in from the outside.

nHis clothes had almost been torn to shreds, and his entire body was covered in blood. He looked pretty miserable.

nOf course, this was only a superficial injury caused by rolling on the road.

nHis fatal injuries were on his fists and arms.

nAndrew’s punch had directly shattered the bones on his arms.

nFortunately, Andrew didn’t use his full strength. Otherwise, this so-called “Three Fist Kill” guy might have died from this punch.

nIn such a situation where the bones in the arm were broken, even a seventh rank grandmaster with a strong blood qi would need half a month to recover his body.

n“This Charles… really has a pig’s brain!”

nAndrew cursed in his heart. Could it be that he could not see that he had always reserved his strength every time he attacked?

nBut since Charles had said his name, his identity had also been exposed.

nAndrew deliberately put on a shocked look and said in surprise, “Chief Charles, You weren’t bewitched? Are these people really not evil warriors?

n“I heard that evil warriors are good at enchanting people, brainwashing and even controlling them with spiritual power…”

nAs Andrew said this, he looked at Johnson and licked his lips.

nHe really wanted to fight a ninth-rank master.

nHe wanted to see if he could fight with a ninth-rank saint.

nAfter all, he had the system to support him.

nHe was not afraid of a ninth-rank saint.

nCharles’s face was even uglier than dog **. He said with a dark expression, “If they were evil fighters, Boston City would have been conquered long ago. How could they have the chance to eat and chat here?”

nJohnson also recovered from his shock.

nHe looked at Andrew again and said, “Previously, the name of Grandmaster Thunderblade had quickly spread in the martial arts circle. I didn’t quite believe it, but after seeing you today…

n“The rumors are indeed exaggerated. Half of them are true, and half are lies.”

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade, how could he be a genius? He’s simply abnormal. He’s only eighteen years old, right? He defeated Grandmaster ‘Three Fist Kill’ with one punch. His strength is enough to rank in the top ten of the seventh-grade ranking.”

nOne punch defeated three fists?

nAndrew was a little speechless. Was it forcefully rhymed?

nGrandmaster ‘Three Fist Kill’, who had just squeezed in from the side, said with a gloomy face, “Grandmaster Thunderblade, I’m the grandmaster with the title ‘Three Fist Kill’. My real name is Connor.”

nSo that was the case.

nAndrew showed a look of realization and subconsciously glanced at Charles. He couldn’t help but say, “Senior Johnson is too much. I just won by luck. Grandmaster Three Fist Kill doesn’t know my skills, which is why he lost. If he knew it, he could have been prepared and avoided my first punch. Maybe I’d still need a second punch to defeat him.

n“Moreover, there are many hidden experts among seventh rank grandmasters. My strength is nothing.”

nLook at Chief Charles.

nHis control over his strength was 100%. He could probably crush all the experts on the seventh rank grandmaster list.

nBut he was still very low-key, ranking at 300th.

nThis was a true expert.

n“…”

nF*ck!

n“Three fist kill” Grandmaster Connor’s face was dark as he said, “Sir Johnson, fellow grandmasters, I’ve bought a ticket for today’s afternoon train. The train is about to enter the station. I’ll be leaving first.”

nHe really couldn’t stay any longer.

nThe injury on his arm wasn’t important. What was important was that he was a martial artist and had some fame among the grandmasters.

nThis kind of psychological blow was the most unbearable.

nAmong this group of people, he was actually the most trash.

nEveryone watched Connor leave. Andrew could not help but say, “Even though his arm was shattered, his expression did not change. He did not even go to the hospital to treat his injury. He just wanted to take the train home. He is really a respected grandmaster senior.”

nHehe!

nRespected?

nDid you respect him?

nWho respected a senior like you? Andrew had punched the grandmaster until his arm was shattered.

nThe other fighters did not understand Andrew. They looked at him with a strange gaze.

nCharles could see what Andrew was thinking.

nHe did not put him in his eyes at all.

nAt least he knew that Boston was in danger and came to help. You just punched him until he was a level two cripple.

nIt really didn’t make sense.

nHowever, it couldn’t be helped no matter how much it lacked logic. After all, he was Andrew.

nThey could only change the topic and say, “Everyone, he is Grandmaster Thunderblade that you all want to see, Andrew!

n“He is the pride of our Boston. He is only eighteen years old, but he has already entered the grandmaster realm. His strength is tyrannical. He killed a seventh-grade crocodile demon and then killed two seventh-grade diving generals of the Heavenly God Sect in succession.”

nAfter saying this, Charles turned his head and continued, “Andrew, this is our Massachusetts Regional Martial Arts General Administration’s Lord Johnson. He’s also the number one expert of the five great base cities in the Massachusetts region. He’s a ninth-grade saint and is titled the Sword Saint.”

n“Johnson, how do you do?”

n“This is Custer, the number one expert of Houston.”

nAndrew said apologetically again, “Grandmaster Custer, please don’t take the matter from before to heart.”

nCuster’s head still hurt from Andrew’s ‘Eye of Spirit.’

nHe was in a daze.

nThe sight in front of him was always shaking. Sometimes, it was one human figure, and sometimes, it was two human figures.

nHe stared at the air not far away and cupped his fists, saying, Small matter, small matter!

n…

nAndrew was surprised.

nThis Custer’s eyesight was not very good.

nCharles introduced them one by one.

nOnly at this time did the restaurant owner dare to come forward.

nCharles smiled and said, “Everyone, let’s eat somewhere else!”

n“Don’t.”

nAndrew said, “Change what? I’ve already paid for it… Oh right, boss, where’s My Breakfast?”

n