章 322: Metal Style!

In the frontyard of the Fang's School of Martial Arts.

Two figures were bloodied with robes filled with blood stains and cut marks. They suddenly stopped fighting after a sudden appearance of scream.

''Eh?'' Grandmaster Fang flinched and snapped his head towards the direction of the sound, ''New... Martial King?''

Genocide stopped attacking and frowned as he felt the aura of Abyss and Supreme Leader disappearing, also the appearance of the new Martial King made him baffled.

''Who... Could it be?'' Grandmaster Fang pondered with narrowed eyes, and he was certain that none of his disciples could have reached it.

'It can't be Young Ichiro or Aether... They are too far...' He had a sinking feeling that it might have been one of the attackers, which would make the current situation much direr.

Back in the dojo.

Xenor stood up with a pale face. He knew that if he showed any weakness, he would die.