<h4>Chapter 2040: Chapter 2040: Hitting on the Prophet?</h4>


    Exiting the Love Tavern, the two could no longer see Merrill Caldwell and herckeys trailing behind.


    But for these two master fighters, it wasn’t much of a challenge.


    They went straight up the mountain, and upon covering less than a kilometer, they encountered Hiddy and the others standing at the crossroads.


    "Mountain Lord!"


    A few of Marthew Abernathy’s men rushed over, out of breath: "We’ve been waiting here for half a day."


    "Heh." Pranay Martinez coldly chuckled and asked, with concern: "That’s tough. But since you’re here so early, why didn’t you grab some food? Look at all the restaurants under Dusty tform, no need to go hungry."


    "We couldn’t eat without seeing the Mountain Lord!" This Marthew Abernathy’s follower dered righteously: "We’re Skilid City people, proud to the bone! Now that I’ve seen you, Mountain Lord, I feel invigorated."


    Pranay Martinez’s expression suddenly changed upon hearing this.


    He patted the shoulder of the Abernathy follower, sighed, and said: "Truly one of my men! Since seeing me makes you not hungry, perfect, from now on, stay by my side, and don’t eat for a month, or if I catch you eating, I’ll feed you directly to the dogs."


    Finishing his words amidst terrified eyes, Pranay Martinez and Julius Reed proceeded up the mountain.


    "Oh no, did the Mountain Lord discover we secretly ate something?" The Abernathy follower approached Hiddy with a mournful expression.


    "Check yourself in the mirror before you speak next time. You still have leek flowers on your teeth, who’d believe you didn’t eat?"


    Hiddy handed over her mirror and then turned to follow Pranay Martinez.


    No one wants to know the answer more than she does.


    The Prophet...


    He was her father.


    The father who gave her the chance of immortality.


    She always thought her father was dead, but now it seems...


    Not necessarily.


    Dusty tform stood at the highest peak, and the whole mountain was exceptionally tall!


    Many martial artists came here for travel and training, in groups.


    Compared to before the great battle, they were barely impacted.


    As for Dusty tform, while the events were already spreading, no one really witnessed it, even though so many died.


    More of it, are legends.


    Julius Reed and Pranay Martinez traveled over ten miles before finally spotting Merrill Caldwell and her group.


    Among them were some Julius Reed recognized, they were master fighters from Boulevard Caldwell Family.


    Merrill Caldwell, holding a cat, led from the front.


    Most martial artists along the way chose to evade them.


    This proved Merrill Caldwell’s killing spree wasn’t a mere day or two, or else how could she inspire such dread?


    "What do we do?" Pranay Martinez asked Julius Reed.


    Indeed very strange.


    Merrill Caldwell’s aura was too distinct.


    "You go probe." Julius Reed lowered his voice, his eyes fixed on the group ahead. "Probe briefly to see if it’s really Merrill Caldwell. From what I know, this guy is very cunning. Moreover, extremely dangerous, a slight mistake can cost lives."


    From upying Old Eight’s body first, to Trenton Smith, even the Martial Arts Association President, indicating the high level of danger.


    Old Eight was understandable, an ordinary man, a popr host.


    But Trenton Smith was somebody.


    How could he easily have his body upied?


    As for the Martial Arts Association President, even more absurd.


    At least, this thing had to deceive the president without revealing a w!


    Furthermore, it needed exceptionalbat prowess to sessfully upy.


    But the oues for those guys were horrible, Julius Reed didn’t see those traits on Merrill Caldwell.


    The current Merrill Caldwell, although seemed like apletely different person, acted like a normal human.


    Could be called a human.


    And not a thing.


    "So dangerous, and you want me to go?" Pranay Martinez frowned slightly, muttering: "Western Emperor, not fair enough, huh?"


    "You’ve got the experience." Julius Reed poked his chest, his eyes constantly on Merrill Caldwell not far ahead, speaking faster: "Even Osher Reed hasn’t defeated you, let alone such a small game?"


    "That’s right." Pranay Martinez liked that feeling, the feeling of being recognized by the Western Emperor.


    Bear in mind, he heard Julius Reed calling the Guilt Emperor garbage, even chasing him for a fight.


    Though he wouldn’t admit it, who wouldn’t enjoy acknowledgment from a saint master?


    "I’ll probe lightly, if anything’s off, you must strike immediately." Pranay Martinez stood up and strode forward.


    "Miss!"


    He shouted.


    The people ahead showed no reaction.


    "Miss, hold on!" Pranay Martinez quickened his pace, shouting: "I want to acquaint myself with you."


    But the people ahead seemed not to hear, even the followers did not pay attention.


    Not even altering their pace.


    Steadily climbing the mountain.


    "Hey, I’m talking to you!" Pranay Martinez faintly felt something amiss. "What’s going on! I just saw you in the tavern, you kill at will. Come, grandpa also wants to be killed."


    He shouted loudly from behind, attracting stares from passersby, treating him like a fool.


    Yet Merrill Caldwell ahead, still showed no sign of turning back.


    Very strange indeed.


    Pranay Martinez took three steps in two, quickly reaching Merrill Caldwell and stretched out his hand to block!


    Upon Merrill Caldwell touching his arm, she fell stiffly.


    Lightly.


    "Fake?" Pranay Martinez looked at the person in red on the ground, surprised.


    This wasn’t actually a person!


    Inside the clothes was a mannequin.


    From the back, it looked human.


    Looking from the front, none of the group were actually human!


    "Come back."


    At this moment, Julius Reed suddenly spoke below.


    Pranay Martinez turned swiftly, discovering Merrill Caldwell had somehow appeared beside Julius Reed.


    A group surrounded Julius Reed.


    Merrill Caldwell pet the cat in her hand, expressionless.


    Pranay Martinez looked down, the mannequin at his feet was still repeating the motions of standing, falling, standing, falling.


    "Sneaky, clearly not a good person." Merrill Caldwell focused entirely on the cat, holding it with one hand, gently stroking with the other. "What, in such a hurry to die?"


    By the sound.


    She seemed not to recognize Julius Reed.


    Nor recognize Pranay Martinez.


    "Youngdy, do you recognize me?" Pranay Martinez ignored the mannequins, walking toward Merrill Caldwell.


    "Stop." Merrill Caldwell didn’t turn, even with her back to him. "One more step forward, you’ll die, and in a... terrible way. Ha ha ha..."


    Following which came an unsettlingugh.


    Pranay Martinez’s skin crawled.


    "You’ve long noticed we were following?"


    He didn’t proceed, choosing to stand in ce to test the situation.


    "I sensed you from the moment you left the Love Tavern." Merrill Caldwell turned, her piercing gaze seeming to see through Pranay Martinez. "You seempetent, tell me, what’s your intention."


    Unlike her previous quick action to kill, this time Merrill Caldwell didn’t choose immediatebat.


    But rather calmly opened a dialogue.


    "Then I’ll be direct." Pranay Martinez dismissed Merrill Caldwell’s words, striding forward, pointing to Julius Reed: "My brother wants to date the Prophet, so tell me, are you the Prophet?"