Chapter 1401


    James’ reaction was so swift that it caught Pris off guard.


    Pris froze. By the time he recollected himself, it was already toote.


    Since his arm was grabbed, he could not dodge James’ attack. He could only raise the other arm and


    blocked James’ attack forcefully.


    Boom!


    Two powerful True Energies collided, and the sound of an explosion reverberated throughout the


    mountains.


    At that moment, unable to withstand the blow, Pris staggered backward.


    Even the rocks on the ground were shattered into a million tiny pieces.


    Pris retreated by about thirty meters before he could finally deflect James’ blow.


    His arm was numb, unable to exert even a single ounce of strength.


    The Blood Energy inside his body churned. Though he hurriedly catalyzed True Energy, he could not


    completely suppress it.


    Blergh!


    He vomited a mouthful of blood.


    Meanwhile, James remained standing at the same spot, unmoving.


    The crowd fell silent. Before the battle, no one believed James could win. To them, James was no


    match for Archbishop Pris.


    Now, however, the opposite was true. In just a single round of battle, Pris was sent flying and


    vomiting a mouthful of blood.


    This was the Archbishop of the Pris Sect, after all. Ranking third on the Elysian Ranking, he was a


    legendary character.


    Now, however, he could not even withstand a single blow from a young man.


    Everyone fixed a stare at James as if he was a monster.


    Even Koehler Keyes, the organizer of the International Martial Arts Conference, could not help but


    nce at James.


    Wearing a grim expression on his face, he murmured, “Looks like this young man by the name of


    James is no ordinary man.


    Though he’s young, he possesses immense strength. How rare…”


    Looking at Pris who vomited a mouthful of blood, James said nonchntly, “I didn’t even use any


    strength. Can you continue?”


    After the brief battle, James now had a clearer understanding of Pris’ strength.


    He had no idea how strength was categorized in the West.


    If it was based on Solean standards, Pris should be at the peak of the seventh rank and near the


    cultivation of the five organs.


    This meant that he was approaching the eighth rank-a terrifying strength regardless. If not for Can’s


    Spirit Turtle core, James would be no match for him.


    Pris expression turned grim. At that moment, he viewed James as his peer or even someone above


    him.


    He raised his arm, and the staff stuck between the crevices of a rock flew toward him.


    Holding the staff in his hand, it began to glimmer. Then, he slowly levitated off the ground until he was


    about thirty meters in mid-air.


    “Solean, I admit that I may have underestimated you. I take back what I said.


    You’re someone I should fight with all of my strength. It’s been a hundred years since Ist went all-out.


    I hope you won’t disappoint me.”


    Pris’ voice boomed and reverberated throughout the mountains.


    “Hey, the Archbishop is about to go all-out. This is gonna be awesome.”


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    “As expected of an ancient martial artist from Sol. Though he’s young, he’s powerful.”


    “Let’s watch the show, shall we?”


    Many watched in anticipation.


    “To me, the de of Justice.”


    James raised his hand and the de of Justice flew toward him.


    Holding the de of Justice in his hand, he pointed it at Pris who was in mid-air, and said while


    smiling, “I’m afraid you’re no match for


    me, Pris. If I can’t defeat you within ten rounds, consider it my loss.”


    After learning of Pris’ approximate strength, James was now confident.


    His voice boomed throughout Mount Olympus.


    “That young man isn’t insolent. He truly is powerful.”


    “I guess Sol will always be the nation full of mysteries and wonders.”