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Chapter 158 Digging Your Own Grave
Seeing Emrys‘ attitude, Zeke roared in anger. However, Erwin waved his hand, signaling him to step
back. Then, with an amused look, Erwin turned to Emrys and said, “Young man, you seem to carry
quite an air of arrogance, don’t you?”
Emrys did not respond.
Erwin continued, “It’s normal for young people to have pride, but excessive pride is like digging your
own grave. Do you think anyone will come to save you today?”
Erwin gave a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. He suddenly fixed a sharp gaze on Emrys,
Emrys, however, seemed completely oblivious. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, “Why
should I wait for someone to come and rescue me? Can’t I save myself?”
“Save yourself?”
Erwin and Zeke exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.
Almost choking on his laughter, Zeke said, “Haha, kid, you’re really trying to make me die of laughter.
You don’t seriously think your little tricks can match my dad’s skills, do you?”
Zeke had witnessed Emrys‘ skills back at Tulip Valley, which were indeed impressive, but that should
not have made him proud.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven if an ordinary person had exceptional fighting skills, in the face of a trained martial artist, they
would merely be a laughingstock.
“Is it that funny?”
Just when Erwin and his son thought they heard the biggest joke, Emrys‘ words made their laughter
abruptly stop.
“Ignorant child, now I understand why Lydia despises you so much. It’s because you are indeed
ignorant and reckless!”
Erwin’s gaze finally turned serious, revealing a fierce expression. The dominating aura that had pushed
Richard back earlier surged forth again.
Boom!
In an instant, the hall seemed shrouded in a terrifying shadow. Even Zeke couldn’t help but feel his
heart pounding.
However, Emrys suddenly laughed.
“Erwin, do you know why I asked Delia to leave just now? It’s because I was afraid that your blood
would taint her beautiful eyes!”
As Emrys spoke, he took a step forward. The imposing aura released by Erwin, instead of forcing him
back, extinguished like a candle in the wind.
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Then, with a thunderous sound, an even more terrifying and unmatched momentum surged out.
However, this aura did not originate from Erwin, but from Emrys.
“Y–You are also a martial artist?”
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Erwin and Zeke were instantly struck with terror. If Erwin’s released aura earlier was like a mountain,
the aura emanating from Emrys now was like the sky collapsing.
The difference between their strength was immense!
“A martial artist?”
Emrys chuckled lightly, his palm forming a blade to form a casual stroke in the void. A sharp blade of
energy burst forth in an instant. It cleaved through the air, severing one of Erwin’s arms, and even split
the high–backed chair on which he sat, into two.
Before Erwin could react, his arm was severed, flying through the air. Blood spurted out, splattering all
over Zeke, who was standing next to him. Zeke was drenched in a gruesome shower of blood.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Ah!”
Erwin fell to his knees with a thud, his screams filled with boundless terror. His son, Zeke, had long
collapsed to the ground in terror, unable to utter a word.
Gathering energy to form a blade and attack from afar.
That showed he was a Manifestor!
“A Manifestor grandmaster. Manifestor grandmaster…”
Erwin’s head hung low, the pain from the severed arm barely registering compared to the
overwhelming fear in his heart.
“A Manifestor grandmaster?”
Erwin thought that this was the limit, but Emrys laughed again. He pinched his fingers, and another
burst of energy shot out, piercing Zeke’s shoulder and creating a half–inch wide hole.
Zeke was not as resilient as his father. The force of this single finger strike was so powerful that it
directly caused him excruciating pain, making him pass out.
“You’re not a Manifestor grandmaster. You’re a cultivator!”
Erwin’s eyes widened as if his eye sockets were about to split open. His eyes were filled with bloodshot
veins, presenting a terrifying and ghastly sight.
The difference between a Manifestor Grandmaster and a cultivator lay in the fact that the former
utilized strength, while the latter utilized energy.
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