Chapter 2307
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Sergio said, “The Blood-Eye Chairman of Tristars Group, and Sorya’s top fighter, the invincible Waylon Sloan… These two are prominent figures on the world stage. Their combined force: Waylon’s Aether Balance martial path and the Blood-Eye’s financial storms, has swept across the globe, leaving countless victims in its wake."
“Although you’re a promising talent in the Harding family, in my eyes… Kyrie, you’re nowhere near Ezekiel’s level!”
Kyrie’s anger flared as he shot back, “Grandpa, among all the families and factions in Chetvine, you’ve always ranked me dead last! This time, I will prove to you that I am second to none!”
Sergio waved dismissively and said, “Go then. Talking won’t change anything! I only have one requirement: keep yourself alive and don’t throw your life away recklessly!”
Kyrie felt bitter resentment as he headed toward the Martial Tower with a dark expression.
Despite Sergio’s small stature, he seemed as imposing and unmovable as a mountain itself at that moment. He mused, ‘Compared to the Robertson family, the Cunningham family, the Reyes family, and the royal Lloyd family, our family’s rising generation is clearly inferior… It wouldn’t be wrong to say we’re experiencing a shortage of talent!’
However, his eyes hardened with resolve. ‘But just because my son is worthless doesn’t mean I am. As long as I remain standing, the Harding family will continue to stand tall and unstoppable!’
It was worth noting that among Chetvine’s five great clans, Sergio ranked first in power among the family heads and was known as the “Pseudo-Invincible“. The title of “True Invincible” belonged to Sorya’s strongest warrior, Waylon.
Sergio had once fought Waylon in an overseas battle and suffered a narrow defeat. Nonetheless, whether pseudo or true invincible, Sergio’s invincible status was undeniable. After all, he was just one step away from becoming a martial god.
Meanwhile, over at the Cunningham residence, Conrad opened his eyes in the harsh, frozen wasteland of the far north. His upper body was bare, and he wore only shorts below. Yet, the freezing environment had no effect on him.
His meridians were visible beneath his skin, true power surging through them. Clearly, he was in peak condition with abundant energy and maximum battle readiness.
Conrad muttered, “Ezekiel Beckett, a Soryan and Waylon’s prized student. If I face him head-on, what are my odds of victory?”
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Conrad was not like Kyrie, blindly confident, because he had already clashed with Ezekiel before and had suffered a loss. Their encounter had not been a straight-up fight but a skirmish, yet it was still a defeat Conrad preferred not to mention.
His brows furrowed as he contacted the Cunningham family headquarters in Chetvine.
“Conrad!” came Otto’s voice, the family patriarch.
Conrad nodded. “Grandpa, should I return to Chetvine to stop Ezekiel?”
Otto shook his head. “No need. Philip’s troubles are not ours to clean up.”
Conrad pressed firmly. “But besides being a Cunningham, I am also a soldier. Ezekiel openly challenging the Martial Tower is just as much an insult to me.”
Otto replied calmly, “And what of it? Philip’s command is full of talent, and they do not lack one more man. Besides, Andrew is also a soldier. One way or another, it is about time he gave his life for the country.”
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