The Supreme God of Martial Arts

The young man belonging to the Joy Gang, who had come to confront Austin, was now paralyzed with fear at Austin's threats. The vindictive scowl on his face had long been replaced by a vacant, awkward terror and he now blinked at Austin like a bewildered bird.

He had no idea why the mere sound of Austin's words had terrified him so much. For a moment, he could feel nothing but the pounding of his heart.

The other young man Austin had previously defeated was called Cyrus, and he also belonged to the same gang as this one. But in comparison, Cyrus was at a higher level than this young man. No matter the cultivation base or strength, this young man was no match for Cyrus. And given that Austin had already defeated Cyrus, this young man would only be kicked badly in the ass if he didn't stand back.

Silence fell.

Just as Austin began to threaten the young man again, claps sounded from the direction of the crowd and a voice followed.

"Not bad. | am impressed. It is amazing that you have cultivated this body-refining formula. Plus, with the help of that excellent bodily movement skill, you have indeed accomplished something that you could be proud of." Both Austin and the young man looked for the source of the voice. A pallid and haggard man of about twenty was slowly advancing towards them.

As he walked towards them, the man intentionally released his vital energy and displayed his strength. He clearly had the cultivation base of the premium stage of the Earth Realm. As in such a high realm, the vital energy he released was so dense and powerful that it whirled around his legs, making it look like he was walking on thick clouds. Although his face was sallow, and his manner was defiant and contemptuous, his eyes looked resolute and decisive.

"He is Hasson, a principal disciple of the Peripatetic Sect," a voice in the crowd called out.

Although the words were spoken by a man who was at a distance, Austin's spiritual sense enabled him to hear them clearly.

Every disciple present marveled at Hasson's strength, but also looked at him with cautious eyes.

As to the strength, Hasson definitely ranked in the top ten among all the fighters that the Prince Reuben had recruited.

The crowd didn't have a good impression about Hasson's personality, but they didn't like Austin either. Seeing these two meet each other on the battlefield, they eagerly wished them to fight each other and entertain them.

By now, they had all acknowledged that Austin had otherworldly body strength and an astounding speed. They knew that with the help of these two superior qualities, Austin could defeat any fighter of the medium stage of the Earth Realm.

But now, the situation was different. The person he was going to fight was not weak; he was at the same stage as Austin and to top it off, he was a principal disciple with amazing strength. No one could tell if Austin would succeed or not.

"You are a principal disciple of the Peripatetic Sect, right? What do you plan to do by coming up here? Do you also want to challenge me like the other fellow I just punched to death?" Austin mocked Hasson.

Without waiting for Hasson's reply, Austin continued, "I don't think you are so banal as to come here just to greet me. How about fighting me and we'll see who wins? | don't mind ending another man's life today." The minute the words escaped him, the crowd began an uproar.

People booed at Austin's arrogance.

A fight was definitely on the cards, and they predicted that Austin's bravado and conceit would backfire spectacularly.

It was their opinion that Austin was cocky enough to claim to be able to defeat anyone present. He might be able to defeat every fighter belonging to the medium stage of the Earth Realm because he himself was at the premium stage. But now, with him confronting Hasson, who was also at the premium stage of the Earth Realm, they didn't see any advantages that Austin held over Hasson.

Given the fact that Hasson already had the cultivation base of the premium stage of the Earth Realm and also had been nominated as a principal disciple of the Peripatetic Sect, it went without saying that he had his own prominent strengths. Unlike the other disciple that Austin had just defeated, Hasson wouldn't be an easy opponent for him.

Upon hearing Austin's provocative words, Hasson burst into laughter.

"You have the nerve to challenge me, boy!" Hasson said.

"I am not fond of killing, but I also don't like to be disrespected. If you kneel down to me and beg for mercy for the discourtesy you have just made, I'll think about it, just for the Prince Reuben and maybe just take one of your arms and spare you. How does that sound?" Hasson taunted Austin.

He usually gave people the impression that he was weak and fragile, due to his sallow, haggard face and thin, weightless figure. But as he spoke right now, in a domineering manner, his ginger hair whipping around his face in the wind and shimmering under the sunlight. He looked like a golden Buddha that had come alive, floating on clouds of vital energy.

Undeterred by Hasson's threats, Austin retorted, "I am glad you have such confidence in yourself. But wanting me to kneel down before you? That is ridiculous. How about you kneel down to me and let me think about what mercy you ought to be granted.

I think | will give you a chance to die decently without having your head chopped off and scaring all these people." His voice sounded so firm and resolute that people started to become boisterous again.

Hasson was infuriated at his statement. "How dare you say that?" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with rage.

"You should have learned to be humble if you wanted to live in this world unharmed. Today, | will end your despicable, worthless life. Don't blame me! It is your arrogance and stubbornness that has brought you this death," Hasson ground the words through his teeth.