The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"Sir, why do you think this ghost race was seeking to carry out an attack against our fire source beast race?

Is it because there has been a long-established animosity going on between our race and theirs?"

the fire source beast asked for clarity.

"There's none to my knowledge.

We didn't hold any grudges against that race.

Luck wasn't on our side.

Perhaps we were too powerful back then; that's why he had fixed his sights on us.

He had journeyed around in search of spowerful races or remarkably dominant forces. If he's drawn to them, he will take

measures to subdue and transform all existing members into his avatars.

The ghost race is known for being high and mighty. They are perceived as the most power-hungry creatures among all living things.

His biggest objective is to convert all powerful beings into his avatars to do his bidding.

The logic behind his advances on our fire source beast race was due to our solid strength. After he saw how tough we were, he

made it his goal to turn all of us into an embodiment of himself,"

revealed the old man.

"That damn bastard!"

Unbridled anger fueled the fire source beast to curse in extranger after hearing the explanation.

"I must get back at him and make him pay for his acts of evil!"

the fire beast roared in a tone loaded with murderous intent.

"I get your wrath, but regrettably, it will be difficult for you to retaliate, given your current strength.

Believewhen | say there's nothing you can do for now, because even | am incapable of exacting revenge.

To put an end to this ghost race, you're compelled to meet one requirement.

You need to possess brilliant mind power.

Such race looks on the mind power energy as its arch-enemy that could prove to be its downfall!"

The old man let out a deep breath.

As he spoke, his wondering gaze fixed upon Austin.

"So the brilliant mind power can ruin them!

Sir, are you stating that Austin could probably slay that man from the ghost race?"

inquired the fire source beast.

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"You got that right.

Among all the powerful people that I've faced, Austin has the strongest mind power that | have ever laid eyes on.

Moreover, | can see that Austin is very skilled in terms of mind power.

If you can keep on developing it and increasing its proportion, | have a strong belief that one day, you will wipe out the entire ghost

race,"

the old man responded with a pleased look.

"Sir, | will naturally make every effort to cultivate my mind power.

However, the focus of cultivation is about perception, and there's no need to rush.

If one grows impatient in cultivating mind power, the progress will be more delayed,"

Austin explained logically.

"Yes, that's correct.

It makes perfect sense.

The mind power, identified as one of hardest energies in the space, is indeed a laborious skill to cultivate,"

answered the old man with a slight nod.

"Austin, | suggest you concentrate on practicing the fire-controlling skill until such tthat it makes a qualitative leap. Once

you've achieved that feat, | will take you to a specific place that might be more beneficial for your mind power energy's

development,”

the old man stated further.

"Is that so?

Is it necessary forto make headway first in my fire-controlling skill first before I'm allowed to visit that place?"

Austin stared at the old man in incredulity after hearing his statement.

"I'm afraid so.

That place is the fire source beast race's forbidden ground. Many terrifying fire energies and fire laws existed in that place. Thus,

only a fire source beast can gain access there.

If the creatures coming from other races force their way in, their lives would be put in extrdanger.

Austin, if you can intensify your fire-controlling skill to a certain degree, which is our race's main technique, then you won't have

any trouble accessing that prohibited area,"

the old man went on to explain meekly.

"I get what you mean.

Well, letassure you that | will put extra effort into cultivating the fire-controlling skill in the coming days."

Austin nodded with a determined look.

At this point, on the horizon, the ghost race army was still laying siege to the TChamber Sect's twelve leaders.

At the start, the twelve leaders had the advantage, forcing the opponents to send in more defense units.

The ghost race suffered many fatalities, and there were constant explosions everywhere.

However, a new batch of the ghost race armies constantly emerged, like bulks of rice crops, to substitute those who had already

perished.

"Not bad.

You have durable strength.

Probably, in the outside world, you're the influential personalities who dominate society.

However, you're a long way from home. You shouldn't have entered this place.

Entering this realm is easy, but the big challenge is how for you to get out,"

Henrik spoke nonchalantly, his flat gaze looking at the twelve masters.

"Go fuck yourself! I'm going to kill you!"

an old leader yelled out as he crushing toward Henrik.

Before, he had sought many attempts to kill Henrik, but many ghosts would immediately rush out from behind Henrik and pounce

on him with no let-up.

This old man's strength was admittedly terrifying. With one swift movement of his hand, he had blasted a large swath of the ghost

race as he kept closing in on Henrik.

‘Good job.

Each of these twelve beings must have held an elevated status outside this place, especially the four old ones.

Although their strengths are imperceptibly more flaccid compared to the three Lords of Darkness, there's not much difference.

If | can conquer them and transform them into my avatars, then my strength will increase by a large margin.

When the tcomes, | will use these twelve avatars in preventing that human kid called Austin from leaving."

From afar, right in the middle of the netherworld, the man in white stared at the twelve masters, revealing an expression of

satisfaction.

'Alas, even if Henrik is already my avatar, his consciousness has always tarried with him.

| can't utterly remodel him into my liking.

This is something that I'm truly regretting.

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To be honest, Henrik is one of the most powerful avatars under me.

Unfortunately, | don't have full control of him."

The man in white shook his head and exhaled loudly.

'Oh! | asked Henrik to test the twelve creatures’ strengths and gave him a chance to subjugate them.

His let-down could only mean that he didn't exert his best effort.

He is working againstat every turn.

Forget it then. It's better if | take action myself.’

The man in white observed the situation for a while and eventually realized that Henrik would not likely support him in handling the

twelve masters.

So he stepped out of hell and moved toward the direction of the twelve masters.

Soon, he arrived before them.

Meanwhile, the twelve leaders were busy fighting against the ghost race. Surprisingly, a man in white loomed before them from

out of nowhere.

The eight young leaders kept on fighting and didn't pay him any notice at all.

However, the four old ones appeared shocked to see the man's unwelcpresence.

"You...

There's something familiar about..."

One of them seemed to recall something as he reached out and pointed at the man in white. With a shaky voice, he tried to speak

up, but he couldn't finish his words.

"l remember it, too!

| have heard from the three Lords of Darkness as they talked about you before,"

blurted out another old leader.

Their statements also seemed to stimulate the other two's memory. They both stared at the man in white with frightened eyes;

their bodies were trembling slightly in fear.

"Wherever the ghosts pass, everything will be wiped out!

It's you! You cfrom the ghost race!"

Finally, one of them shouted in a terrified voice.

"The ghost race!"

When the other three heard this, they all shuddered and took a few steps back in shock.