<h4>Chapter 2174: Chapter 2174: The Weak Strike Back</h4>


    Pranay Martinez’s bones, they’re not ordinary steel, but rather fused within the skeleton.


    In other words, it’s impossible for them to rust.


    Surely, the Prophet must have done something to them, causing those swords inside him to change.


    "City Lord, we shall capture that person immediately!" One of the Marthew Abernathys pointed at the rear door, speaking angrily.


    "No need, he must have a reason to leave if he’s thinking of plotting against me." Pranay Martinez shook his head.


    The urgent issue now is how to solve this problem, not to chase the uncatchable Prophet.


    "Send Hill Leocadia away, our Skilid City needs to temporarily vanish for a while to help me resolve this issue." Pranay Martinez clenched his fists, his eyes filled with indescribable hatred.


    "Even the little brat wants to cooperate with me? Wishful thinking."


    Boom!


    He smashed his fist onto the ground and slowly closed his eyes.


    Outside Gonzalez City.


    Trent Marsh sat cross-legged in the forest.


    His people are arriving soon.


    Before that happens, Trent Marsh must defeat Julius Reed to prove to the world.


    Previously, sweeping through the martial arts world felt less tiring than it does now.


    But this small Gonzalez City, somehow makes him feel powerless.


    It seems suddenly, the stubborn forces of the whole world are manifesting in this coastal city.


    "Wuda, how is the situation inside the city?" Trent Marsh asked with his eyes closed, recognizing Sutton just by the sound of footsteps.


    "It’s alright, Hill Leocadia failed to assassinate Julius Reed, and I heard even Skilid City has disappeared." Sutton reported all the information he knew.


    Trent Marsh’s men still have a sizable presence in Gonzalez City, although his previously most relied upon Dwayne Lake was taken away by Dragon Dance, leaving him temporarily without reliable personnel.


    But for now, Sutton is still usable.


    This is an extremely ambitious guy.


    "Third Master, are you injured?" Sutton asked.


    "I wouldn’t call it injured, just got plotted against, needing to recover." Trent Marsh said calmly.


    He is indeed injured now, and very seriously.


    However, with Trent Marsh’s robust body, recovery would only take a few days.


    Facing the Prophet previously, Trent Marsh also forced himself.


    It’s the same now.


    "Third Master, I’ll stay by your side." Sutton’s eyes gleamed increasingly red.


    Seemingly losing control.


    The presence of mice on him grows increasingly evident.


    Sutton often hears the squeaking of mice in his ears.


    Vaguely, he can feel the pain of being bitten by mice in the middle of the night.


    The forest returned to quietness once again.


    "Third Master, are you sure your injury isn’t severe?" Sutton asked again.


    "What are you implying?" Trent Marsh raised an eyebrow, displeased: "Hoping for something to happen?"


    "No, Third Master, you’ve misunderstood." Sutton smiled, slowly drawing the blood sword from his waist.


    Instantly, the pungent smell of blood assaulted one’s senses.


    Extremely eerie.


    It seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing beside his ears.


    "Be clear, even injured, you’re still no match for me. Wuda, are you nning to use the sword I gave you to kill me?"


    Trent Marsh opened his eyes, watching Sutton coldly.


    He governs his subordinates not through loyalty, but through absolute power!


    Years ago, he single-handedly dominated the martial arts world, statues of him built wherever he went.


    Martial artists can see Trent Marsh’s heroic statue pointing towards the sky as soon as they step outside!


    The entire martial arts world is under his dominion.


    Even now, facing Sutton, it’s still the same.


    As long as he’s strong enough, Sutton will obey without harboring treacherous thoughts.


    Whoever harbors treachery, will die.


    But right now, the situation is very delicate.


    In an extreme scenario, he inexplicably got injured.


    And the injury is very severe.


    Yet until now, Trent Marsh hasn’t figured out how he got injured.


    "Third Master, aren’t you curious how you suddenly got injured?" Sutton asked again.


    "I’m curious, do you know?" Trent Marsh retorted.


    He’s trying to buy as much time as possible.


    Every second he buys, is another second he can recover.


    Underneath Trent Marsh is a rich source of Spiritual Power, also the same source of Spiritual Power for all Gonzalez City.


    Coincidentally, not far from him is where Julius Reed once sealed Osher Reed at the eye of the Divine Dragon Tripod’s formation.


    "Pranay Martinez sent you to find someone who has a treasure. It’s called the Mirror of Time and Space."


    Sutton spoke leisurely: "The Mirror of Time and Space can temporarily freeze time and allow the user to return to a previous moment. Here, everything is frozen. If the man controlling it kills you during the frozen time, once the countdown ends, the real you will suffer bacsh. You fell for this trick."


    "How do you know it so well?" Trent Marsh narrowed his eyes, his hair standing on end!


    He possesses Divine Power, a strong physique; as the former War God of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, he hasn’t regarded anything inferior.


    But this so-called Mirror of Time and Space caused him to capsized in the gutter.


    Impossible to defend against.


    "How do I know? Because someone told me, he told me your injury was serious." Sutton grasped his sword, eyes growing increasingly red!


    "Third Master, stand up." As soon as he finishes speaking, he swings the blood sword directly down!


    In the forest, cries and howls of wolves and ghosts resounded!


    As if countless vengeful souls were iming lives!


    "You’re too arrogant!" Trent Marsh exerted force with his legs, springing up from the ground!


    White light entangled his palm, pping towards the blood sword!


    Boom!


    A loud crash!


    The entire forest trembled!


    Numerous birds flew away in fright.


    The leaves were shaken and continuously fell.


    Trent Marsh retreated several steps, a sh of incredulous surprise in his eyes.


    How could Wuda be so strong now?


    Or is his injury truly so severe?


    "I’ve been waiting for the opportunity, even prepared to endure humiliation for hundreds or thousands of years for it! I refuse to believe you have no weaknesses." Sutton’s eyes turned blood-red, pupils even resembling a mouse’s.


    "Didn’t expect the opportunity toe so quickly. Heaven rewards those who work hard, Trent Marsh, let’s go!"


    He grasped the sword with both hands, shing forward!


    Dust flew everywhere!


    The ground was deeply gouged out!


    The blood-red wave shows no sign of stopping, continuing to rush towards Trent Marsh!


    Sutton seemed crazed, rushing to Trent Marsh’s side!


    "Break!" Trent Marsh pointed with one finger!


    Boom!


    The blood mist exploded!


    The blood sword followed closely.


    ng!


    Trent Marsh’s finger tapped on the blood sword, easily nullifying Sutton’s unstoppable strike.


    However, this move further worsened his already severe injury.


    Yet Sutton’s mouth curled into a victorious smile.


    He was waiting for this moment.


    "Third Master, you were careless."


    Swoosh!


    Sutton stepped back, plunging the sword into the ground at Trent Marsh’s feet!


    In an instant!


    The power surrounding the forest seemed drawn in, pressing directly onto Trent Marsh!