Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 913: 913’s battle with Martial Saint

Ethan Smith’s face suddenly darkened.

Cautious as he was, Ethan had already investigated the surroundings before arrival.

But to his shock, the Martial Saint’s methods far exceeded Ethan’s expectations.

They concealed their breath, leaving Ethan completely unaware.

Ethan retreated two steps, a hint of seriousness flashing across his face.

“Ethan Smith, this…”

“Mike Taylor, you should stay inside the house.” Mike Taylor hadn’t finished speaking when Ethan interrupted him.

Tyler Wright sneered, “At this point, you’re still concerned about others?”

Ethan responded coldly, “Tyler Wright, how do you know about my relationship with Mike Taylor?”

Tyler Wright mocked, “Do you think I am as foolish as those nitwits, spinning around aimlessly? I have fully investigated your background.”

Ethan took a deep breath.

The cunningness of Tyler Wright was beyond his imagination.

“I ask you, you were the one who murdered everyone in Green Moon Villa, right?” Ethan Smith said coldly.

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Tyler Wright casually responded, “Indeed, they have certainly tasted various ways of dying.”

“You truly are a beast.” Ethan remarked coldly.

Tyler Wright replied squinting, “They died because of you, when it comes down to it, you’re no better than me.”

At this point, Tyler Wright changed his tone and said with a faint smile, “Tell me where Emily Taylor is, and I might just spare your life.”

Ethan sneered, “Emily Taylor is no longer with me, as for where she went, I have no idea either.”

At that moment, it seemed Ethan realized something.

He corrected himself, “Oh, I heard that Emily went to the Secret Realm of the Taylor family. You can check it out if you want.”

“Secret Realm of the Taylor Family?” Tyler Wright frowned with a hint of confusion on his face.

Clearly, Tyler Wright knew nothing about the Secret Realm of the Taylor Family.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tyler Wright’s face darkened.

“The Taylor family is a worldly family, how could they have a secret realm!”

Ethan was secretly astonished at his reaction.

Even Tyler Wright doesn’t know about the Secret Realm of the Taylor Family? What exactly is this Secret Realm of the Taylor Family? Or does it even exist at all?

“Ethan Smith, I’m done wasting words with you, once I beat you to a pulp, I’ll question you at my leisure,” Tyler Wright said as his face turned ice-cold.

Finishing his speech, Tyler Smith retreated one step and ominously declared, “Ethan Smith, today is the day you meet your doom!”

The two Martial Saints immediately advanced, emitting a murderous spirit.

Although their aura did not seem overly strong, the invisible pressure they emitted was utterly irresistible.

Ethan watched them cautiously, revealing all his cards in a split second.

Ethan well knew that facing a Martial Saint, if he did not deal with them seriously, he might not even stand a chance to survive.

“Do we need to make a move?” the two Martial Saints coldly inquired.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he chuckled, “Of course not, I am willing to go back with you.”

“This child is cunning and deceitful, we should cripple him first.” Tyler Wright suggested coldly from the side.

The two Martial Saints no longer said anything, one of them advanced.

This man was someone Ethan had met before; back at the Exchange Meeting, he had an encounter with Ethan.

Old grudges and new hatred were ignited in this moment.

“Ethan Smith, you relied on your Dark Heart last time, stolen all the limelight, disgracing us. This time, I’ll make you compensate, a hundredfold!” the Martial Saint said coldly.

“Alaric, stop wasting words with him, finish him!” Tyler Wright urged.

The man known as Alaric no longer spoke. He strode forward, his massive palm covering Ethan Smith!

His palm errupted with a tremendous force, like an enormous mountain, rolling towards Ethan!

The power arrived before the palm!

This force was terrifying, as if a raging tidal wave making the ground beneath Ethan’s feet crumble directly!

“Ten Thousand Spell Breaking Punch!”

Ethan Smith dared not delay! He let out a roar, and a dazzling Golden Light surged out of his body, rushing along his arm!

All the strength gathered at one point on his fist, and then like a flood, it burst forth!

“Boom!”

The splendid and bright Golden Light, like a scorching light column, fiercely slammed into that palm!

World-shaking power erupted in an instant!

Under Ethan’s Ten Thousand Spell Breaking Punch, the palm was forced to retreat!

“Ah!!!”

Ethan’s brows knitted in pain, veins bulging like he was mobilizing all the Qi Jin in his body!

“Boom!”

Finally, that palm, condensed by Martial Saint, was shattered by a single punch!

Seeing this scene, Tyler Wright couldn’t help but twitch, his face grave.

Meanwhile, Alaric also looked slightly surprised.

It should be known that beneath Martial Saints, all were as insignificant as ants, only those who stepped into the realm of Martial Saints could transcend. But the seemingly insignificant ant before him was able to break his condensed palm; how could he not be shocked!

“You have some skill.” Alaric raised his brow, there was a hint of appreciation in his voice.

Ethan was panting heavily, his face dripping with sweat the size of soybeans.

Compared to Alaric, he was calm and unaffected, not a single injury visible.

“Alaric, hurry up and get rid of this child!” Tyler Wright urged again.

Alaric nodded. He looked coldly at Ethan, “I must admit, you have some abilities, but you’re still too weak now.”

Ethan didn’t have the energy to listen to his nonsense; he hurriedly tapped into his body’s Qi Jin, preparing to face the next strike.

But at this moment, Ethan spat another mouthful of fresh blood, his vision swirled, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Damn, the wound’s acting up now…” Ethan cursed under his breath.

He wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly climbed up from the ground.

Ethan watched the Martial Saint in the distance with alertness, involuntarily taking two steps back.

Meanwhile, Alaric’s palm started to pulse with waves of Qi Jin, his palm seeming to be a swirling dragon.

His every move seemed to contain tremendous power. His majestic moves could be executed within mere breaths!

This was the ability of a Martial Saint, completely superior to a Marquis!

“Earlier, I only used fifty percent of my strength, now I shall use eighty. Can you still withstand it?” Alaric grinned, revealing his white teeth.