If they turned against Maxim now and he seededter, any promises of wealth and glory would likely vanish. Thus, the three made their choice.


    "Men die for wealth, birds die for food."


    "Draw your weapons! Charge!" With a roar, the crowd unleashed their true energy and surged toward Nash.


    Sensing the overwhelming intent to kill from his attackers, Nash got ready to defend himself. However, he had no intention of killing them outright; he was not that cruel. He would only resort to lethal force if his life was genuinely threatened. nting his feet firmly on the ground, Nash unleashed a single strike that sent a hundred martial artists flying.


    The remaining martial artists regrouped and charged at him once again. With swift punches, Nash sent them sprawling one after another, dispatching them with


    ease.


    Seeing their family members go down like mere weeds, the three family heads grew increasingly anxious.


    "I have a n!" the head of the Bijou family said as he pulled out a folding fan from his hand. "Mr. Dune, you get what I mean, don''t you?"


    "Hmph." The head of the Dune family removed his hairpin and fished out a fan from the side.


    "Let''s begin!"


    The heads of the Dune and Bijou families joined forces, dancing together in a synchronized disy of power.


    Nash could feel the energy they unleashed at that moment. "Oh? Looks like something interesting ising my way." With a heavy stomp, Nash shattered the ground beneath him, sending the surrounding attackers flying once again.


    "Huntley, hold them off for now!" he called out.


    "Hey! You can''t just—”


    Nash advanced toward the three family heads. After knocking out their attendants, he paused before them. "Let me take a moment to see what this power can do.”


    Earlier, the technique that had surprised him during thepetition was the Mossery Duet Technique. Since the battle had ended without a clear victor, he wanted to experience the full force of this attack firsthand.


    While the two family heads prepared their move, Dunbar stepped forward to disrupt Nash. "Three Elements of the Sky-Cloud!" he shouted, unleashing his own technique.


    When Nash struck at Dunbar, his punch met with an unexpected softness, as if he were hitting a cloud. It offered no resistance at all.


    "Oh? This is interesting too!" Nash eximed, turning to the recovering Dunbar. "What''s your name?"


    "I''m Dunbar Bullocks, the steward of the Skyearth n!"


    "Is that so? Alright, let''s see how you hold up!" With lightning speed, Nash appeared behind Dunbar and delivered a punch.


    Dunbar''s form dissipated once again, scattering into the air. A knowing smile crept onto Nash''s face.


    "Ah, I see now. There''s a limit to this ability, isn''t there?" He turned his gaze toward Dunbar, whose figure was still reforming. "Your gaseous form will dissipate once you take an attack that exceeds that limit. If you''re left with any punctures or wounds, you won''t be able to repair them, will you?"


    Dunbar''s face turned pale, with beads of cold sweat on his forehead. He could not believe that Nash had figured out one of the ways his ability worked in just two exchanges. The other way was of no help either.


    The clouds offered two effects. First, it facilitated his self-repair. For the second, unless his cultivation was higher than his opponent''s, using it would be akin to suicide.


    Having lost interest in Dunbar, Nash turned his attention to the men from the Mossery Duet n who were almost done preparing their attack.


    "Now''s the time!" The head of the Dune family roared as he channeled a wind sphere toward the fan in the hand of the Bijou family''s head.


    The Bijou family''s head swung his fan deftly andunched the wind sphere toward Nash.