A jolt of shock shot through Sanderson’s heart, and he hastened to explain, Father, this is not Verity’s fault. It was her brother who committed all those atrocities—she is a victim just like I am.No one could have foreseen that the frail patriarch would raise his hand and slap Sanderson hard across the face.His whole body trembled with rage as he spoke in a frigid, cutting tone, A true man makes decisive choices when he must! He who hesitates when a hard decision is needed shall inevitably be plagued by the consequences! Do you know how I built the Hand family up step by step to its peak of glory? It was not only because I was more resolute than anyone else when forging ahead, but also because I was more unwavering than anyone when it came to cutting my losses and stepping back. Yet you—you lack even the courage to make the painful sacrifices of a gecko shedding its tail or a warrior severing his wounded wrist. Instead, you cling to your broken bonds and struggle on in agony. You n

After all, the Smith family was a top-tier aristocratic clan. From an early age, the scions of the Smith family studied ancient history and delved into the art of kingship—these tactics were practically ingrained in their very bones.Thus, Alan shook his head and said, Killing the Webster father and son would be tantamount to admitting I’m afraid of the Hand family. That would be an act of weakness, and I never show weakness.With that, he spoke calmly, If I’m not mistaken, the Hand family has most likely already dispatched the Eight Heavenly Kings. They might even be on their way to the mountains as we speak.What?! Both Mogos and Berger stared in stunned disbelief.Berger exclaimed in shock, They can’t possibly move this fast! After all, they just lost fifteen men. They should have to pull back, regroup, and bide their time before staging a comeback.No! Alan stated with unwavering certainty. If Sanderson had the authority to deploy martial artists, he would have sent them long ago.

Claude was a shrewd man. Seeing his young master had brought Berger along, he knew Berger had become his young master’s trusted confidant.Moreover, since his young master intended to take Berger to the mountains, he must have planned to reveal his prowess in front of him. In that case, there was no need to deliberately conceal his identity any longer.Berger’s heart trembled violently with shock at this moment. He knew exactly who Claude was, so the moment Claude uttered that word Young Master, he instantly guessed Alan’s true identity.He was utterly stunned.Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Master Alan was not only a supremely powerful grandmaster, but also the eldest young master of the Smith family—the top aristocratic clan of Neon City!His unmatched strength alone was admirable enough, yet his family background was infinitely more illustrious!No wonder people said Master Alan was a true dragon among mortals!With such extraordinary ability and prestigious lineage,

The vehicles pressed onward. The moment they rounded a bend, the driver suddenly spotted a figure standing dead center in the beam of the headlights.The driver sitting beside Travis let out a startled yelp. "Holy shit! Is that a man or a ghost?!"No one could blame him for being scared. After all, they hadn’t seen a single soul along these dozens of kilometers of mountain road. To suddenly find someone standing in the middle of the road like this was genuinely terrifying.Travis was also struck dumb with shock. He stared fixedly at the young man drawing nearer in the middle of the road, blurting out involuntarily, "Th-this really is a person!"The figure standing outside in the road looked remarkably young, a faint smile playing on his lips. He wore thin, light clothing, his hands clasped behind his back, his entire demeanor calm and relaxed—utterly out of place against the frigid, snow-blanketed backdrop of Changbai Mountain.This man was none other than Alan!At that moment, Claude

If it weren’t for his friendship with the Patriarch of the Hand family and the exorbitant sum of money offered, why would someone as powerful as him condescend to stay in a backwater like Peffers City?He asked himself inwardly—he had faced countless opponents in his life, yet never had he felt so utterly powerless as he did at this moment!In that split second just now, he hadn’t even seen clearly how this boy had struck before he was dealt a devastating blow!To a martial artist, nothing is more important than one’s arms—especially the right arm.If the right arm is crippled, the man is done for.After all, with only one arm, the body is constantly thrown off balance. Not to mention fighting others for supremacy—even running would lead to a noticeable loss of equilibrium. If a person’s center of gravity can’t stay aligned in the middle of their body, how can they ever hope to become a master?With a single palm strike, Alan sent seven men flying backward, filling the hearts of the E