Not far off, an elderly man approached them with measured steps.
Though his face showed signs of age, his energetic bearing reminded one of someone much younger.
Paul Randall looked several years younger than when they''dst met.
His footsteps were light as he made his way toward Jimmy Ysabel.
"That''s really Paul!"
Several people in the room spotted Paul''s familiar silhouette.
Nobody had expected Paul to appear at this moment.
"Looks like he''s reached the Martial Saint Realm!" someone called out.
I felt a surge of excitement. Based on Paul''s condition, he had definitely broken through to the Martial Saint Realm!
Garcia Coleman''s eyes narrowed slightly.
He studied Paul and smirked. "Perfect timing. I''ll finish you off along with him."
Garcia''s gaze shifted to Star as he spoke.
"He''s slipped away from me multiple times before. This time, kill him where I can watch," Garcia said icily.
Star clenched his jaw. He''d allowed Paul to escape before, but this time might be different.
Paul moved step by step toward Jimmy Ysabel.
He reached Jimmy''s side and lifted him up.
Jimmy was barely conscious at this point. He''d been ready to self-destruct, never imagining he''d get another shot at survival.
"Take it easy now," Paul told him.
Jimmy tried to respond, but Paul silenced him with a gesture.
"Herees another fool," the assembled Martial Saints jeered.
"Looking to die as well?" one taunted.
Paul paid them no mind, sweeping his eyes across the group. "Get out," he said coolly.
Everyone froze, uncertain what Paul was getting at.
"Come again?" Frost Kendrick cupped his ear and stepped closer.
Paul said it again. "Leave this ce."
"Ha!" Frost erupted inughter.
"And what happens if we stay?" Frost arched an eyebrow mockingly.
Paul looked at him with detachment. "If you stay, you won''t get the chance to leave."
Sneers appeared on everyone''s faces.
Was this guy really cocky enough to believe he could handle nine Martial Saints alone?
"Old timer, something''s wrong with your brain," Frost mocked.
"Some newbie Martial Saint thinks he can talk big!"
Paul ignored Frost, focusing instead on Garcia Coleman in the distance.
"Are you leaving or not?" Paul asked.
Garcia raised his eyebrows with a slight grin. "I''ve heard plenty about Paul Randall being the world''s top prodigy. Your reputation''s impressive, but I haven''t seen what you can actually do."
"How about showing us what you''ve got now that we''re face to face?"
Paul''s face hardened. "I already gave you a chance."
"Drop dead!"
Frost bellowed and lunged at Paul!
His iron fists shot straight toward Paul''s face!
Paul sidestepped smoothly, dodging the assault with ease.
Before Frost could process what happened, Paul''s palm was heading for his chest!
The lightning speed left afterimages hanging in the air!
"Crack!"
A sharp sound echoed.
Frost''s body went flying!
More than that, the palm strike''s force punched clean through Frost''s chest!
Everyone''s eyes went wide, their expressions shifting dramatically!
One palm strike had finished Frost Kendrick?! How devastating was that technique?!
Those of us in the room couldn''t help cheering with excitement!
Nobody could have predicted that Paul, after reaching the Martial Saint Realm, would be this formidable!
Unlike Jimmy Ysabel, Paul''s attacks were razor-sharp and deadly.
Anyone he touched would be injured or killed!
Truth was, Jimmy wasn''t weaker than Paul; it was just that Jimmy''s moral code always held him back!
Frost''s soul tried to flee, but Paul waved his hand and crushed it instantly!
Everyone present felt a chill.
Paul''s approach was this brutal and merciless?
I could sense something different too.
The Paul who''d been in seclusion was someone I''d known before.
Back then, Paul could never have pulled off such swift, decisive strikes.
Now, he''d destroyed Frost''s soul without hesitation.
This proved that Paul had discovered his own way!
The remaining Martial Saints'' faces darkened.
They backed away, watching Paul warily.
"He''s got some skill," someone muttered.
"We can''t mess around anymore. We need to take him out right now."
Garcia Coleman barked out amand: "Use whatever it takes - kill him!"
The seven Martial Saints roared and unleashed their ultimate techniques, rushing toward Paul!
Paul lifted his palm, facing the seven Martial Saints calmly.
"Boom!"
Thunder crashed outside as Paul battled seven opponents without giving an inch.
His palm glowed with strange light, creating dozens of afterimages as if he were throwing countless strikes at once!
These palm afterimages looked like mere shadows, but contact meant death or severe injury!
Even more incredible, the afterimages could merge with Paul''s palm, releasing terrifying power!
With just those palms, Paul held his ground without even moving!
"Bang!"
While everyone stared in shock, Paul suddenly disappeared.
Before they could react, Paul had materialized behind one fighter, his palm crushing the man''s skull!
"What incredible speed!" everyone gasped.
I recognized that move!
It was the Line Form from the Nine Secrets!
Paul was actually using it in battle!
The zing speed was ghostlike, impossible to track!
Paul had mastered the Line Formpletely; with his agile movement and vicious strikes, he killed four Martial Saint fighters in moments!
Seeing the four bodies, the other Martial Saints couldn''t hide their fear.
They retreated behind Garcia Coleman, their fighting spirit clearly broken.
Garcia''s expression was grim.
Just when they were about to seed, Paul had shown up out of nowhere, and his power was overwhelming!
"Lord Star, it''s your turn," a Martial Saint said.
Star frowned slightly, looking to Garcia as if awaiting orders.