Chapter 6107 Harvey calmly stepped forward before stomping on Tojuro''s face a few times.


    The body didn''t budge at all. other than Tojuro''s swollen face, there was nothing else that seemed peculiar. "Are Sword Saints of the Ind Nations this weak?" Harvey let out a sigh before turning around.


    Swoosh! Tojuro furiously opened his eyes, before leaping off the ground and thrusting his sword behind Harvey. "Die!" Tojuro wore a vengeful expression; he desperately wanted Harvey dead.


    "Sir York! Look out!" Stefan eximed.


    Harvey appeared yful, not at all fazed.


    Bam! He turned around, instantly kicking Tojuro in the stomach.


    Blood spurted out of Tojuro''s mouth; he mmed into the wall, before slowly sliding down.


    Swoosh! Harvey kicked the sword, and it pierced into the ground beside Tojuro''s face.


    Tojuro was horrified; he showed nothing but despair and helplessness. He didn''t think that Harvey would be this strong.


    He was the top expert of the Shinto Way, and yet he couldn''t even take a single blow.


    "You people always act so high and mighty..." Harvey let out a sigh, then approached Tojuro and tapped him on his face.


    Tojuro was filled with resentment, but Harvey''s calm gaze was enough to strip him away from his power.


    A single look was enough to render a Sword Saint useless.


    Harvey''s strength was extraordinary! Voom, voom, voom! The phone on Tojuro suddenly vibrated. Harvey smiled, and picked up the call with the speaker on.


    A calm tone was heard from the other side. "Did you deal with him?" Tojuro felt instantly sluggish.


    "Of course not," Harvey replied with a smile. "Naruse Toyotomi." Beep, beep, beep! The call was instantly hung up.


    On the next day, at the Outskirts Racecourse.


    This was once a ranch owned by the royal family since ancient times. After the country was rebuilt, the ce was renovated into an extraordinary-looking racecourse.


    Amos was strolling around the ce with a group of people.


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    Horse racing was just a leisure activity. His true goal was to have a ce convenient for a conversation.


    He held a thin and long cigar, flicking off the ash with the tip of his finger while riding a horse.


    The people around felt relieved when they saw their young master being this calm.


    ine knew Amos had been tense ever since he went up against Harvey. It was a rare sight for him to rx at the racecourse.


    When Amos was done, the group went to the VIP lounge to take a break.


    The ce resembled a massive hotel, with presidential suites among other luxury items.


    When Amos was done putting on his clothes after a shower, ine waved her hand for the others to leave.