The War God's Arrogance
After leading the group into the Tyson Family estate, Steffan once again revealed the domineering presence that had once made him famous as the Martial Art King of the Farlands.
His footsteps were steady.
His back remained straight.
Although the wounds hidden beneath his loose clothing had yet to fully heal, he refused to let anyone see even a trace of weakness. His pale face carried a cold confidence, while his dark eyes burned with the desire for revenge.
Today's battle...
Would wash away every humiliation he had suffered.
A cruel smile slowly spread across his face.
Including himself, the Obsidian Wing now possessed three Peak Gold Realm experts.
The remaining nine members of the Twelve Earthly Branches had all reached the Mid Gold Realm.
Such a terrifying lineup was enough to overwhelm nearly every Old Martial Arts force throughout Valemont.
In Steffan's eyes...
Today's outcome had already been decided.
