Lord Of Martial Arts

From the old man's choice of words and venerable demeanor, Darren could tell that he was a very powerful person.

"Sir, I have an enemy. Can you help me deal with him?" Darren paused as he was nervous for the old man's response.

"An enemy? Hmm. Do you want me to get rid of your enemy?"

"Yes, exactly." Darren was thrilled.

However, he did not want the old man to kill Yahya instantly. Instead, he wanted the old man to handle his enemy's master. If the old man would finish off Yahya, it would be a violation to the holy emperor's rules of the test. Thus, it would be considered as a failure.

"What kind of enemy do you have?" the old man asked curiously.

"My nemesis is not very powerful, but he has a strong reinforcement, which is his master. I don't think you will have much chance to win against his master anyway," Darren said honestly.

"What? That's utter nonsense! I can best anyone of those masters anytime!"

"Well, to be frank, he is a god from the outer space," Darren replied.

The old man was speechless and his eyelids twitched.

"That's poppycock! Indeed some gods arrived on this continent thirty thousand years ago, but it is said that those divine beings were shocked to death by the ancient rules. How can there be any god left in this world? Ha-ha. You are one funny boy." The old man snorted. He thought that Darren was so weak that he had mistaken someone powerful as a god.

"I'm telling you the truth, sir. He is a god from the outer space. However, his body was destroyed, so he is currently in his soul state," Darren said seriously.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes! I also have a secret to tell you," Darren said.

"Go ahead." The old man stared at Darren eagerly.

"You know, there is an ice bed from outer space in my small world, but that's not the best part. An immortal had once been sealed on that same bed."

"An immortal? Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Darren nodded.

"Fuck off! Now, that is bullshit. Your small world was created by a holy emperor. How could it possibly trap an immortal?" The old man began to doubt Darren because he believed that such things could never happen.

"Why would I lie to you? I do not know why she was sealed inside, but she did exist and even assimilated wi

be.

When he got inside the lavishly appointed house, an extravagant feast awaited him. The long table was filled with huge platters of the best meat stuffed with savory fruit and nuts. Countless breads, vegetables, sweets, and waterfalls of wine were also served.

"You know what? I think this guy is a liar. How could he be the ancestor's friend? Humph!"

a young man shouted out loud before the end of the meal.

"Aven, don't be rude," Yusuf Hong scolded him lightly, but there was not much reproach in his words.

Darren then realized that the people were polite to him only on the surface, including the patriarch.

"Patriarch Yusuf, did I say anything wrong? This guy can't even beat a five-year-old kid. How do we know that he's really a friend of the ancestor? I don't buy it!"

"You are going too far, Aven! How dare you offend the ancestor's friend?" The patriarch continued to reprimand Aven insincerely. Then, he said, "The ancestor is a wise man. He must have his reasons for choosing Mr. Chu as his friend. In my opinion, Mr. Chu is so modest that he must have been hiding his real strength all this time. If you continue to behave like this, I will have to imprison you, Aven!"

"Humph! If an ant like him can survive a second under my Primitive Fighting Force, I'm willing to accept the punishment!" The young man suddenly stood up boastfully.

'The Primitive Fighting Force!'

Darren did not get offended. Instead, he felt happy that they knew Primitive Fighting Force.