<strong>Capítulo 1965: Chapter 1965: Unexpected Turn of Events</strong>


    “With a teacher like this, it’s no wonder the disciple is so arrogant,” Itai Huntington sneered coldly.


    Julius Reed is so powerful, yet he doesn’t act this arrogantly!


    “Dare insult my Master?” Mily Smith was just about to swing a p when suddenly a tingling sensation came from her wrist.


    Snap!


    Her entire hand dropped.


    “My hand… ah!” Mily Smith was initially stunned, but upon seeing her hand fall to the ground, she immediately screamed!


    Itai Huntington and Que Radcliffe were also dumbfounded.


    How did the girl’s hand just drop like that?


    “Who!” The elder turned around, squinting!


    An invisible aura of authority emanated from his body!


    Everyone present felt a chill assault them, trembling all over!


    “Junior Sister!” The swordsman quickly turned around, disregarding the sword in his hand, and hastily ran to Mily Smith: “Junior Sister! Who did this!”


    “No… I don’t know! My hand! My hand…” Mily Smith’s face turned pale, standing there in panic, sobbing uncontrobly.


    Since childhood, she had been nurtured in luxury, with a father who was one of the martial arts association’s directors. When had she ever suffered such a hardship?


    “Damn it! It must be those women causing trouble!” The youth, exuding rage, was just about to confront Itai Huntington when the elder stopped him.


    “There’s an expert here!” The elder ced both hands on his cane, squinting his eyes. Staring into the woods, he shouted sternly: “Come out and meet!”


    “Mr. Dog! Your voice is a bit loud, you scared me.” Aron Jackson emerged from the woods, somewhat displeased: “You’re so old, yet still shout and yell. What’s the matter, got a loud voice?”


    “Aron Jackson?” Seeing him, both Itai Huntington and Que Radcliffe were surprised.


    Usually, the three could meet often, buttely, Aron Jackson seemed to have vanished.


    Without a trace.


    Itai Huntington had once worried that Aron Jackson had been taken out.


    Now seeing him here was somewhat unexpected.


    Connecting it with the girl’s detached hand, could it be that Aron Jackson became a Martial Artist during his absence?


    Impossible!


    There’s no such thing asmon saying.


    But behind Aron Jackson stood a refined man.


    “I went on a holiday, and brought back good news for you two,” Aron Jackson chuckled,pletely ignoring the dark faces of the martial arts association’s Martial Artists over there. “He’sing back!”


    “When!” Que Radcliffe and Itai Huntington shouted excitedly, all the previous unpleasantness forgotten!


    Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Itai Huntington whispered: “I asked for Que Radcliffe…”


    Ultimately feeling guilty.


    “Guessing about a week? He has some matters to handle over there, once finished, he wille.” Aron Jackson was still speaking when the elder beside became even angrier.


    “Who touched my disciple’s hand!” The elder bent down, picked up the detached hand, and handed it to the disciple behind him, saying solemnly: “Carefully preserve it, call for a ne to reconnect it immediately.”


    “Old sir, please don’t be angry.” Just then, the refined, suit-wearing man walked out from behind Aron Jackson, sping his hands. “Let me introduce myself, I am Hawthorne.”


    “Hmm.” The elder saw that the man was also a Martial Artist and respected himself, so his mood improved slightly. “I’ll ask again, who touched my disciple’s hand!”


    Being the director’s daughter, she’s likely to faceints upon returning.


    “My Master is asking you guys! Daring to attack the martial arts association, truly courting death!” The bootlicker wore an unpleasant expression, especially seeing Mily Smith’s painful looks, his heart red even more!


    “Apologies to this old gentleman, and to this young brother. Of course, the one I’m most sorry to is this youngdy.” Hawthorne pushed up the golden sses on his nose, cing one hand before him, slightly bowing: “I’m the one who chopped off this youngdy’s hand, sincerely apologize, please forgive me.”


    Elder: ???


    Bootlicker: ???


    Mily Smith: !!!


    “Are you mocking us!”


    ng!


    The elder fiercely struck the ground with his cane, shouting angrily: “ying tricks on me?”


    Originally thinking this suited youth was a decent person, now it seems, definitely not a good thing.


    “I sincerely apologize for this matter.” Hawthorne looked regretfully at Mily Smith: “How about, aspensation, I give you one hundred bucks as a spiritual aid, would that be alright?”


    “You’re talking nonsense!” The bootlicker couldn’t tolerate it, directly punching out!


    Snap!


    The refined Hawthorne caught his fist with one hand, directly breaking it!


    Meanwhile, lifting his right foot forward!


    Crack!


    The bootlicker’s hand and leg, were both broken!


    “Ah… Master…”


    He fell to the ground in agony, groaning incessantly.


    This time, even Mily Smith was stunned.


    His senior brother was quite skilled, how did he lose so quickly?


    Looking at Hawthorne again, everyone’s gaze changed.


    “Hey! Sorry! I didn’t mean it.” Hawthorne, with regretful expressions intensified.


    He stepped forward, just about to reach out to help the bootlicker up, yet was blocked by the elder’s cane.


    “Stop!” The elder felt a sinking heart, realizing this person in front is not simple!


    The skills of his two disciples were top among the Martial Artists, how could they possibly be instantly defeated.


    Unless…


    The boy in front is a master.


    “I don’t care what identity you hold, but you must understand our identities.” The elder pointed to the badge on his chest, spoke coldly: “We are members of the global martial arts association! You’ve injured my two disciples, this matter can’t be resolved like this.”


    “I apologized!” Hawthorne took out a wad of bills from his pocket, somewhat troubled: “This matter was my fault, the young man challenged me, and I didn’t expect him to be so weak.”


    The bootlicker clenched his teeth, staring fiercely at Hawthorne.


    Was it him being weak?


    No, his opponent is simply too strong!


    “Oh, right, what you said earlier, old sir, makes a lot of sense. People of lesser value should yield to those of greater value. So, ording to your logic, what I did today was right?”


    Hawthorne chuckled.


    Naively like a fool.


    “You…” The elder raised his cane, just about to take action.


    “Forgot to mention, I am the acting Military Department True King of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. On the orders of the Holy Lord, to protect the safety of these two youngdies.” Hawthorne pointed to the temple over there. “This matter, please handle it.”


    “If I refuse, then what?” The elder couldn’t think straight.


    Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?


    Wasn’t it defeated?


    There has been no news from Dusty tform over there.


    “Then… I’m afraid I’ll have to help you get in.” Hawthorne grinned good-naturedly.


    “Demarcus Marsh, open the door!” The elder took a deep breath, shouted.


    The youth wielding a knife hesitated but obediently went over to push open the door.


    The door opened instantly.


    Just catching sight of Old Eight’s face.


    “You…” Demarcus Marsh took a step back, realizing this was a broadcaster, impatiently said: “Get out!”


    Old Eight obediently walked out.


    But as he passed by Demarcus Marsh!


    Directly extended his hand!


    Crack!


    In an instant, broke the neck of this martial arts association star!


    “Damn it, what kind of monster is this!” The elder’s pupils contracted sharply, cold sweat streaming!