“Marcelo, you shouldn't look down on others. The Zagorski family aren't pushovers,” Austin declared confidently as he brandished the halberd.
“Austin, you must be tired of living...” Narrowing his eyes, Marcelo pulled out a hand fan from his sleeve.
Golden light shone as he unfurled the fan made out of gold. The aura emitted by the hand fan was utterly terrifying.
Austin's expression clouded over when he saw that the hand fan was also a sacred martial arts relic. In addition to that, the elderly man who stood beside Marcelo also emanated a strong aura.
He was a Top Level Greater Martial Arts Marquis, an existence that was the closest to the Martial Arts Saint.
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