Lord Of Martial Arts

"How dare you?!"

Brutus looked outraged as he pointed at Darren; his face was red and his eyes were bulging.

"Are you deaf? I told you I serve Master Norton!"

Slap!

In a flash, Darren appeared before Brutus, and sent dozens of slaps across his poor face.

"What master?"

"Ma— Master Norton! Listen to me, damn it!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Brutus kept on trying to talk but only received more slaps from Darren.

It was only at this moment that he realized Darren was not playing dumb. He had reacted like he didn't recognize his master because the name Norton meant nothing to him at all.

"Master Alex, please let him go."

"Yes, Master Alex. You are making a grave mistake."

"Why don't we leave it at that, Master Alex? He hurt us, but it's not a big deal. Everything will go to the dogs if we offend a disciple from the Yan Clan."

The elders were horrified to see Darren attack Brutus. They immediately tried to pacify him, hoping that he would drop the matter.

"You useless people! We have gone so far already, and now you're telling me to back off just like that? Get out of my way!"

Honestly, Darren would have been more inclined to let Brutus and the Wolf Tooth Sect's disciples live if they just came to extort some money. But it was obvious they had intended to kill them all, so why should he grant them mercy?

And besides, Brutus also had his greedy eyes on the Dragon Gold Sword. Still, Darren knew that eve

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the Wolf Tooth Sect and observe them. If anything unusual happens, kill all their members immediately and bring back all the white metal you can find in their storage," he specified.

"Yes, sir." With a last nod, Tyrone concealed himself and flew directly to the Wolf Tooth Sect's headquarters.

Now that Darren had dealt with the most pressing concern, he went on to refine the two thousand kilograms of white metal.

It only took him a few hours to finish refining all the white metal.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem to make much of a difference to the Fate Character Tree. Darren figured that it would take more than a few thousand kilograms of white metal to upgrade a grade-five Fate Character.

Half of the two thousand kilograms of white metal turned into black substance, while the other half transformed into a purple mist and then integrated into the purple fruit.

"It has ripened!"

At that moment, a fragrant smell emanated from the purple fruit. Indeed, it had matured.

Darren couldn't wait. He excitedly plucked it from the tree and absorbed it with his spiritual sense.

"Huh? Weird,"

he murmured, frowning when nothing happened.

He had absorbed the fruit, but he didn't feel any changes in his body.

It felt like he had eaten an ordinary wild fruit.

"What happened? How did it end up like this?"

Darren was confused. The Fate Character Tree seemed to have produced a useless fruit. It made no sense.