Chapitre 262: Rank 3

In the middle of a battle arena, a burly man was practicing his martial skills. It had been quite some time since he was doing this and he usually used to practice for weeks without any breaks.

But only a few minutes later, he halted his practice as he felt some disturbance. The man looked in a certain direction and muttered softly,

"Who is it?" 

Saying so, he vanished from his spot and teleported out at a place high above the clouds. 

He narrowed his eyes and gazed at the thing closing in on him from afar and saw a red streak of light containing heaven defying power charge towards him.

The burly man raised his hand and curled his palms in a holding position in front of him and in an instant, a black club appeared in his hand. 

The burly man swung it a few times and pointing it towards the red streak of light, he said, "come."

The red streak of light, as if understanding what the man had said, increased its speed even further.