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chapter 1945

    chapter 1945


    Chapter 1945


    He strode forward in big steps and his sturdy appearance made him seem full of energy as if a single


    punch from him would be enough to kill two fighters at the final stage of the acquired level. The crowd


    parted to make way for him and watched him take the stage.


    Once there, Gerald took him time to size up the obsidian, as if he wanted to burn the image in his


    memory. He touched the obsidian lightly and said casually, “I’ll show you all the real meaning of master


    and power.” The previously silent crowd roared at this. Even Jackie found the corners of his lips started


    to creep up into a smirk.


    At first, Jackie felt that Gerald was much better than Morton. At least Gerald did not boast about himself.


    Unlike Morton who always talked about how strong he was, making him seem frivolous. Even if Morton


    was actually that powerful, it was still a disdainful thing to do. Now, what Gerald did was like the pot


    calling the kettle ck.


    The fact that Gerald did not boast about himself did not mean he was not confident about himself. He


    was also boastful, even more, boastful than Morton. He wanted to show what a true master was- nothing


    could be more boastful than that.


    However, no one present refuted him. After all, Gerald’s strength was indeed extraordinary. Jackie raised


    an eyebrow and stared at Gerald with wide open eyes as he took a deep breath and made a seal with


    his hands. Everyone heard a low hum as if a beast was inhabiting Gerald’s body, and a mustard yellow


    rune started circling between his fingers as ayer of apparition appeared behind him.


    Thisyer of apparition did not look solid at all and judging from its shape, it seemed to be a big tortoise.


    However, it was no ordinary tortoise, for it was looking at everyone as if they were beneath him. Not to


    mention there were scales and dragon horns on his head.


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    Jackie stared at the apparition curiously and tried to guess what exactly it was. Before he could make


    heads out of tails, someone beside him said, “This must be the Thorton family’s elementary red level


    martial art technique, the Dragon Tortoise Fist that was passed down from their ancestors.”


    “Yes, that must be it. The Thorton family is famous for their elementary red level martial art technique.


    Even the Dual Sovereign Pavilion finds this Dragon Tortoise fist valuable. I wonder how Thorton’s


    ancestors managed to get their hands on it. The fact that he could summon the apparition alone is


    enough to qualify him to join the Dual Sovereign Pavilion.”


    ‘So that is an apparition of a Dragon Tortoise,’ thought Jackie. The only thing he knew about Dragon


    Tortoise was that it came from one of the dragon’s bloodlines though its pureness was debatable.


    Nheless, it possessed huge power and was a guardian of the earth element’s fighters.


    Other than that, Jackie knew nothing else about it. Anyone with a bit of status here came from well


    known families thoughpared to the Dual Sovereign Pavilion, there was still a big difference Naturally,


    having an elementary red level martial art technique put Gerald far ahead of anyone else.


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    Most of the people there only possessed elementary yellow level martial art technique which was


    another world away from Gerald’s elementary red level martial art technique. The crowd’s discussion


    was cut short by Gerald’s roar as he mmed down his fist on the obsidian.


    The punch carried mind-numbing power and even caused a windstorm. It did not take much to know that


    ny percent of the people there would die from that single punch.


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