Scott however, smiled and shook his head. Haskins noticed and asked,”Son, What do you by that head shake?” Scott sigh," Even with such tricks in play, they wouldn’t last more than two moves under sister‘s attack." This! “Hmph.” Patrick overhead their conversation and scoffed. “Ignorance is no sin. Even a useless adopted son can now claim to be an expert in analysis." "Oh, do you doubt my judgement, Mr?" Scott turned a playful gaze at Patrick. "What.. how dare you address me in such manner? do you believe I can deal with you?" Patrick shamelessly scolded. "Mr, how else should I address you?" Scott played the ignorant type. Patrick grinned,"Damnit, kid. Are you pulling strings on me. I'm your uncle. You should show a bit of respect." He shamelessly proclaimed. "I'm sorry, but I've never heard of having such uncle. However Mr, since you've taken a bet with my father, why not add another to feel up the gap?" "I bet, your son's wouldn't last more than two moves."

A week passed in the blink of an eye. The day everyone had been looking forward to. The D-Day> .... The Grand Tournament Day! Many aura’s rushed towards the suburbs area of Mooresville. A magnificent building, claiming hundred years of solitude, stood proudly at it peak. The unique structure of it architectural design was superb. Three powerful words above it, read: Peerless Dragon Tournament.. ... Loud noises came from the crowd at the entrance of the building, enveloping the atmosphere. Everyone were eager to see the tournament begin. However, although they were this eager, there are rules for everything. And the tournament also has it own rules. “Alright, on a single straight line please?” A voice so loud, and too domineering came down thunderously. It was the registrar voice, and was full of power. To enter the tournament hall, one must pay a pass f*e. For ordinary citizen, it’s a cost of a whooping some of 65 taels of silver per person which was too out of their

Selene couldn't bring herself to understand what Scott was playing at. Blood essence isn't something to take so lightly, it took years of hardship to develop a single drop. If she really did go head with Scott instruction, she could lose years of vigorous martial arts. Taking out a drop of blood essence will not only drain someone's realm but will also affect the foundational aspect things involved. If this happens to be the fate of Selene, she could have a major set back in her martial arts foundation. But when she saw the calm, confidential expression on her fifth brother, Scott, face. Selene couldn't help but found him mysterious by time. She didn't asked anymore question, but decisively stepped forward. "Alright, I'll trust you on this." Selene's lifted her finger for a bite- "W'what are you doing, Junior sister Selene!" "What does it seems to you? Moreover how many times would I tell you. Stop addressing me in such manner. We aren't that close." Selene's reply

“Hmph.. you‘re just a rogue martial artist. However, your opponent is me..! A Youngmaster of a prominent family. There‘s a world difference. Don't you think?" Carter snorted. “ I‘d advice you give up now and save yourself the trouble?” Carter said proudly, with airs of superiority. Hearing this self proclaimed arrogance of Carter, Mad Fist laughed crazily and cursed,”World difference.. what bold proclamation. You‘re arrogant. But compare to martial artists like us, who forged our way up through spilling of blood, without relying on a family to cry too, do you think you’re worthy? Mad Fist glared intently at Youngmaster Carter, his aura rising to it peak. “Arrogance is not a sin. Today, I’ll show you the difference.” Swish.. Carter, charged forward, a gust of wind howl in his wake, breaking through the air. A sly smile crept into Mad Fist lips, “It‘s just about time, I was starting to get bored.” He said. With that, he stumped his feet against the ground and bounced for

Certainly! Selene, for some unknown reason, had began to rely on Scott. She felt her 5th brother, Scott, wasn't as simple as he appeared to be. She believe he could see things clearly more than her. "I'm afraid not." Scott said calmly. "What.. he'll lose also?" Selene eyes widened. She felt bitter in mind. "Not only will he be defeated. He'll be crippled if care is not taken." "What! " Selene panicked, her beautiful face filled with fear. "It's okay, he wouldn't die." Scott reassured. "But he'll feel a pain worst than death itself." Scott smiled inwardly, his inner thoughts beat nothing but coldness towards Desmond. This brothers of his, are ruthless enough to kill him, so if he did the same, there's no harm in it. ... On the stage, was 3rd brother Desmond, and he appeared to be holding his own against the opponent. However, they had only exchanged few rounds before he was being kicked off his feet, swaying backwards. His opponent, a ruthless fighter with