Lord Of Martial Arts

Chester, the young in the lead, sensed that Darren was somewhat powerful, so he became somewhat wary.

"Brat, you'd better get out of here now, or you'll be leaving here in pieces!"

As Chester addressed Darren, he secretly sent someone to call for the elder who handled the treasure house's security. The messenger immediately sped off to inform the elder that trouble was brewing.

"Really? Ha! I'd like to see you try!"

Of course, Darren knew all along that he would send someone to alert the higher-ups. He subtly winked at Tyrone, who was hiding beside him. The other man immediately understood what he meant and chased after the messenger in secret as well.

"Argh—"

All of a sudden, a loud shout echoed from a long distance away. The messenger had abruptly burst apart and died.

"What? How did that happen?" Chester's heart skipped a beat. He thought that Darren had seen through his mind and killed the man he had sent, all while the other man remained unmoving before him. It was unbelievable!

"This is bad! Chester, what should we do?" The Scorching Fire Sect's disciples stood behind Chester, terrified and listless.

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der Guzman what's happening here. He said he'll finish his cultivation right away, so please try your best to buy more time," one disciple told Chester through his spiritual sense.

At this news, a relieved sigh built up in Chester's lungs. Help was coming, and he just had to hang on!

"Ha-ha, you bastard, it doesn't matter who you are or where you came from. I gave you a chance to surrender, but you just threw it away. You can only blame yourself for your death. Now, prepare yourself to die." Chester laughed wildly as if he had lost his mind, but in fact, it was just his newfound confidence, knowing that an elder was coming to help.

"Tyrone, slap him on the face until his jaws are broken," Darren ordered Tyrone through his spiritual sense.

And the other man immediately followed the order. Tyrone hid his presence, flew towards Chester, and slapped him over and over. He must have smacked him across the face a hundred times! He stopped hitting Chester when he was finally satisfied with the one hundred slaps he had let go, which was about three seconds later. The other man's mouth was still open mid-laughter at this point.