Chapter 93: Grandmaster Ron

Well, the old man was in for a surprise this time, for David knew the technique like the back of his hand.His face remained calm as he faced the old man's punch.

"Momentum Reversal," David lightly said and threw a punch of his own.

When the old man saw David's actions, he coldly snorted—it was too late.

In the next moment, their punches collided in mid-air.

Suddenly, the old man's wrinkled face stiffened. He felt as if he had punched an iron block, and in the blink of an eye, his body was blasted backward like a cannonball.

The blood vessels in his body had ruptured, blood started to flow from his mouth, and in the next moment, he died of excessive blood loss.

The old man died a painful death, or so David thought, but the reality was completely different. The old man himself didn't know how many times he had died in his long life; he had become numb to pain after so many deaths.

Of course, David didn't know this. He only knew this was the first time that the old man had died because of him.

However, at this time, David was too busy to care about the old man.

When the old man died, a strange energy merged with David's body, and as a result, the range of his Second Crystallization of Life had increased, although only by a few centimeters.

David frowned, not understanding the reason behind such a change.

In the Pandora world, the range had barely increased even after years of hard work, but now, here, it had suddenly increased.

David suddenly remembered Mary's words from that day.

"Was the legend real?" David couldn't stop himself from thinking, but at this time, he had too little information to draw any conclusions. He could only wait for the old man to come back again.

While David was thinking, a white light flashed in the room, and the old man appeared once again, his body as good as new.

He appeared even younger than before. The wrinkles on his face had completely disappeared as if they had never existed in the first place.

"You! How did you do that?" the old man shouted, his eyes opened wide in shock.

He couldn't believe how easily David had killed him. The old man felt furious and wanted a rematch. David was more than happy to fulfill his wish.

The old man was even more vigilant than before, not because he was afraid of death.

If he died too quickly, he would not be able to learn anything new.

This time, their roles were reversed. The old man only defended while David took charge and repeatedly attacked.

Suddenly, David's eyes flashed, and in the next moment, his punch turned slightly illusory. The old man could only watch with wide-open eyes as the punch landed squarely on his face, sending him flying once again across the room.

And in the next moment, he died again.

The same process repeated five times: the old man died and came back again and again.

And each time the old man died, the range of the Domain of Zenith Sovereign increased. By the fifth time, it was close to six meters with David at the center.

The white light flashed, and the old man appeared once more.

His face was blacker than charcoal, and he looked at David with his soulless gaze.

Ron's pride, built over decades of hard work, had completely shattered today.

Never, even in his wildest dreams, had he imagined he would be defeated by someone.

And in such a one-sided way at that.

Ron felt glad that the match occurred behind four walls. If people were to see him in such a state, he would become a laughingstock in the whole world.

He would never be able to show his face in the martial arts community ever again.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he suddenly had an idea.

"Young man, would you like to participate in the World Martial Arts Championship?"

Ron's mood had improved considerably when he thought about the idea, and he spoke with a smiling face. "I, as one of the Grandmasters, can recommend you if you are interested. You know…"

Before the old man could continue, David rudely interrupt him and said, "No," with a poker face.

However, in reality, David was also interested in the idea, but he couldn't directly accept the old man's offer.

After saying no, David walked towards the chair placed by the window in the room and sat down.

He turned his head back and signaled the old man, Ron, to join him.

Ron was obviously interested, so he moved and sat down on one of the empty chairs.

"Old man, come here and enjoy this coffee and calm yourself down. You are getting too excited," David said, handing him a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Ron's face turned sour as he held the cup in his hand.

He had never eaten anything in his life because he didn't feel the need to eat or drink. Moreover, he loathed those people who did nothing more than eat and drink all day.

He would rather train his martial arts than waste his time eating these things.

What was the need to eat when they didn't need to?

The bodies of Eternal World natives were strange; they never felt hungry. Ron himself hadn't eaten anything in years.

But it wasn't like they couldn't. There existed a group of people who spent their entire day eating and cooking various exotic dishes.

And in the list of top ten most-watched shows, cooking was always in the top five, signifying its popularity, ranking just below Martial Arts.

Ron gritted his teeth and took a small sip.

Instantly, the bitter taste assaulted his taste buds. Ron felt like throwing up, but only with great difficulty did he manage to swallow the black bitter liquid. seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

David, on the other hand, was looking at his reaction with great interest.

Ron's face was like that of someone who had just been made to eat something revolting like shit for example.