Chapter 1906
Master Mackenzie''s face appeared ashen, not much better than Master Loaders. The former felt a
foreboding premonition that the battle might not turn out in their favor. Before setting out, he swore
that he would do anything in his power to im their victory but he did not expect Fane Woods
would be able to advance to the ninthgrade soul-prating level in such a short time.
To him, it was impossible to advance so fast in such a short time. However, he was not aware of
Fane Wood''s genius talent in making pills. After all, Fane Woods was the only person in all of
Cathysia who held the status of a fourth-grade elementary alchemist. When Master Mackenzie saw
that Master Loador kept staring icily at
Fane Woods, he could not help but say, " Even if you use all your aura to suppress him, he would
still not feel a thing. I''ve already told you that he is much more powerful than you thought and yet
you didn''t listen to me!" Master Mackenzie rejoiced at his insistence to mobilize all the force in
Alliance Guard for it was obvious they would have lost if they only sent out their minions likest
time.
That would give Fane Woods more time to advance further which would be disastrous to them.
Master Loader''s expression became uglier by the second at the thought of how naive he had been
before. "Who would''ve expected that brat to be able to advance to the same status as us in such a
short period of time?"
Master Mackenzie took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, “I''ve already told you that this
brat is no ordinary fighter!" Even Master Hackford felt ashamed at what he had said before—about
how Master Mackenzie was making nothing out of something by mobilizing the entire Alliance
Guard. Now, all he could do was keep silent.
Fane Woods gave out a coldugh as their words had traveled to his ear. "Are you all done? If yes,
come to me! But let me give you some advice—if you wish to prolong your death, I suggest you
fight me one by one."
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Upon hearing that, the ninth-grade soulprating level fighters on the Alliance Guard side became
even more irritated. Not to mention Master Hackford had be red with fury. How dare this little
brat speak to them like that? How dare he act so insolently when theirrge troops were just outside
his gate?
"You insolent fool! Don''t think you can take us all down just because you’ve reached ninth-grade
soul-prating status! We can snuff you out just like that!" Master Hackford was not acting out of
bravado, he truly believed that Fane Woods would taste inevitable defeat if the three of them
attacked him at the same time.
"Yeah! You won''t be bragging for much longer! You and the rest of the people in there would never
live to see tomorrow!" added Master Loador coldly. Then, he rushed toward Fane Woods and
unleashed his power. A fire dragon emitting eyepiercing red light appeared on his left hand,
disying the true power of a ninthgrade soul-prating level fighter.
The disciples of the lesser realm were forcibly pushed back by the overdomineering force although
the attack was aimed straight at Fane Woods who only gave a coldugh as he clenched his fist
tightly. Golden coloured light flowed out of the cracks between his fingers and a loud ear-piercing
screech could be heard by everyone in the vicinity. It seemed as if two raging dragons had
intertwined themselves along the length of Fane Woods arms and fists.
With a kick from both legs, he sprang forward like a torpedo, aiming straight at Master Loader. They
collided at that very moment as the red light and the golden light made a crashing sound. The red
light shattered and was swallowed up by the golden light and the next sound that could be heard
was the painful scream of Master Loador. He was hit squarely in the chest by Fane Woods which
sent him flying across the air like a kite whose string had been cut.