Chapter 74 - Wolf King's Strength

Demetrio glanced at Samantha who was looking at him with big cute eyes for full five seconds before shaking his head. "Wolf King had long since exceeded King-Class level. And inside the Tower, no one is his equal." Demetrio's face was full of reverence when he said that.

The disciples' mouth opened widely after hearing their master's answer. To think that Wolf King was already beyond King-Class level in strength. How unimaginable!

"Yes, after the King-Class level is the Emperor-Class level. And in this current timeline, perhaps only Wolf King have reached this level of strength."

The disciples eyes turned large like saucers and their jaws dropped to the ground. If Wolf King was the only Emperor-Class level fighter in the world, then that makes him the strongest man alive!  They did not doubt their master's words at all. Any man who could invite so many high level fighters like their master could never be ordinary. Thus when they learned that Wolf King was an Emperor-Class level fighter, they instantly believed that it was true.

"Master, are there still levels after the Emperor-Class?" Sima Fenglun asked curiously. If there was a level after King-Class, then there might be levels after Emperor-Class as well.

Demetrio sighed lightly and was about to answer them when he heard a familiar charming voice reverberate inside the arena.

"There are indeed levels beyond the Emperor-Class. After the Emperor-Class is the Divine-Class and after that is Saint-Class. There were also legends of humans reaching the Immortal-Class level, but reaching that kind of strength level in our current world is as hard as escaping hell. I don't even know if I can reach the Divine-Class level in my lifetime." A man wearing silver wolf mask spoke and shook his head.

His appearance inside the arena surprised everyone greatly. This man was the owner of the Tyrannical Tower, Wolf King! The only man they knew that had reached the Emperor-Class level! 

Demetrio and the other instructors lowered their heads slightly. He then glanced speechlessly at his disciples who were gawking at Wolf King like curious monkeys. His expression turned strict in an instant and shouted at his disciples.

"Everyone, greet Wolf King!"

The disciples instantly stood straight and lowered their heads slightly.

"Greetings, Wolf King!"

Their voices were full of respect and idolization especially after learning that the mysterious Wolf King was actually an Emperor-Class level fighter.

Wolf King smiled and waved his hands, signalling them to stand at ease. "Raise your heads everyone. No need for formalities. I only came here to check on everyone's training. How was your stay and training so far?" He asked lightly as he glanced at the disciples who were gazing at him with sparkling eyes.

Demetrio's body turned stiff for a moment and his palms involuntarily produced globs of sweat. 'I just hope these kids are not petty. I should have been kinder when I was teaching them recently.' Demetrio thought in a bit of regret as he waited nervously at his disciple's replies. He was afraid of disappointing Wolf King as it may decrease his trust towards him.

"Great! Master Demetrio has been a good instructor and the other instructors were also good. Although they are quite strict in training us, but it was only for us to maximize our potentials."

"Yeah, I have learned a lot from them. I even broke through yesterday because of their help."

Demetrio and the other instructors sighed relief. 'What good kids. I will be lenient with them in the future.' Demetrio thought to himself as he produced a slight smile.

Wolf King nodded his head in approval and a satisfied smile was visible on his red lips.

"Good job everyone! Just continue your training, I only came to take a small peek at everyone's progress." Wolf King's sight stopped on a cold and beautiful woman among the disciples for a brief moment before he left.

The woman also smiled briefly before it reverted back to her usual cold look.

Everyone inside the arena stared at the receding silhouette of Wolf King with reverence. 

Demetrio exhaled a breath of relief. He then glanced kindly at his disciples and spoke with a milder tone.

"Let's resume our training."

A young man wearing a disciple's white clothing looked at where Wolf King was last seen. He then muttered in confusion. "How come I feel that I know him? Strange."

"Eilhard are you okay? Master said we will begin training again, so focus or he will scold you." A young man tapped Eilhard's shoulder from behind. 

"Oh, okay."

***

Two days later, inside the Tyrannical Tower.

Cale sat up and caressed the beautiful face of Sima Ying gently. He then stood up silently and a smile can be seen on his handsome face. "It is time go." 

After showering, Cale changed into a noble-looking gray suit. He looked at himself in front of a mirror and did several poses. "How handsome." He muttered narcissistically after seeing his own reflection in front of the mirror.

He then felt a warm embrace enveloping him tightly from behind. "What a narcissist. But my Cale is indeed good-looking." Sima Ying's warm breath tickled Cale's ears gently.

Cale smiled and hugged the ravishing figure tightly. "Practice well little Ying, and don't come out of the Tower without an instructor following you. If you want to go out, make sure to bring Demetrio with you."

"Mmn."

***

Two hours later, in an airport.

A man with black hair and onyx eyes walked with confident steps towards a private jet. Following behind him were two individuals with stoic faces. One was a hulking man who stood seven foot tall and his ripped muscles were bursting with strength. Another was slightly shorter man who stood six foot and six inches tall, he had an overwhelming charisma and including his manly features, many women inside the airport glanced at him from time to time.

Holding the black haired young man's arms was fairy-like young woman. She wore an elegant blue dress that accentuated her beauty. Many men ogled at her, but after seeing the glares of the giant men behind her, they instantly recalled their sights albeit unwillingly.

"France oh France, here I come. Don't disappoint me."