Theron then vanished in a flash, leaving Tyson to turn and look at Ezra.
"What do you think?" Tyson asked Ezra before him.
Grinding his teeth in anger, Ezra responded, "Asking me to beg a crude Cynean martial arts practitioner is absolutely out of the question. Lord Tyson, I'm sorry. I can't do this..."
Suddenly, Theron, who had disappeared a moment ago, reappeared before Ezra. Despite his small stature, the formidable presence be emitted caused Ezra's eyes to widen instantly.
"Master Theron, you... You haven't..."
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