Chapter 397 I Come Here To Fight (Part Two)
An hourter, there were only sixteen people left on the tform, and all were vying for Hailey''s hand in
marriage. The sixteen remaining warriors were definitely the best of the best. Everyone''s cultivation
level reached at least the supreme stage of Wonder Realm. By the way they stood, it is clearly visible
that they were men of courage and exceptional skills, all of which were fit to be a groom for Hailey.
Moreover, in terms of appearance, they were all dashing and noble. They really deserved the spot and
the title of young talents.
"Hey guys, do you really want topete with me for the rare beauty? She is mine. How about giving
me a favor? Please go down the tform and save yourselves from the humiliation," Hunk uttered
boastfully.
"Hunk, don''t you know how to be ashamed? It''s not just the cultivators from the easternnd who came
here for that fairdy. Do you think if you give your name, we will be afraid of you? Think again, man,"
countered another young martial artist. "You are just the supreme disciple of your sect, not the whole
world. Who do you think you are?" figured another martial artist in an annoyed tone.
"My name is Timothy Shaoyan. I am not afraid of all the supreme disciple from the three big sects of
the easternnd," dered a young man named Timothy Shaoyan.
As he was saying that, Timothy looked at Hunk with his eyes full of disdain. He seemed to be
challenging Hunk and saying that he would not yield to him whatever might happen. By this time, a
tensed air hanged by the atmosphere of the arena, the remaining warriors exchanged heated res
and arguments against each other. Timothy used a secret power to spread what he had just said all
over the entire arena. So almost everyone in the square heard his deration, and it caused a heated
discussion in the crowd.
"Timothy? I''ve heard about him. He is the strongest disciple from the Western Desert Ind. It is said
that he nearly listed on the Sky Chart of the Talent Roll at his age of thirty. Unfortunately, when he was
ready and became strong enough, his age exceeded the requirement of the Sky Chart. At present, he
is about thirty-two years old. I can''t imagine how powerful he is by now," whispered an onlooker to the
man beside him in a low voice.
"His family is the overlord of the Western Desert Ind. With the power of a single-family, they are
dominating the border area. They must be mighty. Furthermore, Timothy is the strongest man among
the younger generation of his family," narrated another middle-aged man.
Then just from behind them, another voice butted in, saying, "You are right. There are so many talents
from the Chasm n and the Heavenly Pce Sect of the southernnd, the three big sects of the
easternnd, and the Talent City of the North Desert. But I think that Timothy still can list in the top ten
among them."
Unmoved and at peace, Darren stood quietly on a corner and deliberately released his spiritual sense
and listened to those discussions. When his eyes swept over Timothy, he felt the man''s extraordinary
influence at once.
After hearing Timothy''s name, Hunk, the first one to speak, said nothing but snorted against him. In
terms of identity and character, Timothy was the strongest man among the young generation of the
whole western region. He himself was just the first supreme disciple of one of the three big sects in the
easternnd. Therefore, Hunk was certainly notparable to Timothy—he was far too inferior.
"I admire you all. You''re all great, and you''re all famous. My name is Abrd. I am an unknown person,
a nobody, so I dare not hope to scare you with my name. However, I have a suggestion. Since we all
dere ourselves to be the strongest, why don''t we all have a real fight? By then, in case you all get
trampled under my feet, won''t I be famous, huh? Let us see who will emerge victorious in the end. Who
will end up famous and popr? Would that be okay with you?"
The man named Abrd was handsome, but he looked too sloppy in the way he dressed. There were
several patches on his coarse linen robe, and he was carrying a rusty, notched tomahawk on his back.
Judging from his looks, he was like a woodcutter with his old tomahawk.
Although he appeared not so attractive, the sixteen young martial artists present had raised their
vignce, including Darren.
All of them were under the age of forty, but they all reached remarkably high cultivation levels. Darren
thought he should not underestimate some of them. One of them could probably be his
formidable opponent.
Notably, the "woodcutter" carrying a rusty tomahawk, Darren thought that he was not that simple as a
contender. He had a strange and powerful aura within him that Darren could noty his hands upon.
"Good! I like your courage. I''ll stay with you to the end, ha ha ha!" Hunkughed at Abrd.
"No problem," echoed one martial artist.
"I agree," responded another young warrior inside the arena.
In no time, everyone agreed with Abrd''s suggestion. Fighting for the beauty was why they were
there, after all. Though, some people just came to fight for fame, yet now was the most crucial part. It
was now or never since there were only sixteen of them left. There should only be one man standing.
Each one of them must prove their worth to gain such credentials, plus the radiant maiden Hailey as his
wife.
But to their surprise, as everyone had already agreed, a man wearing a bronze mask stood silently, not
saying a single word.
The eyes of the other fifteen warriors naturally turned to him. They wanted to know if he was with or
against the suggestion.
"Hey, man. Could you please say something?" encouraged a fellow warrior. "If you don''t fight, please
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get out of here!" mocked another young warrior.
They had all witnessed the mighty power of the olive-ck force from the bronze-masked warrior in the
previous round, so they dared not provoke Darren too much.
"Nonsense! Of course, Ie here to fight. How soon will we get this started?" Darren made a cold
and harsh response, with a voice as confident as a mountain, tall, unmoved, and invincible.