Vincent’s arrival brought energy to the once-quiet scene. The crowd saw him as a hero, thrilled at the idea that with Vincent in the mix, defeating Marco would be easy.
“Great! Now that you’re here, I can finally relax!” Quincy exclaimed with relief as he watched Vincent step forward. As the guardian of the Celestial Alliance, he was familiar with Vincent’s skills.
Vincent, at just 25, was already halfway to becoming a grandmaster-a standout talent in the entire Celestial Alliance. Only exceptional individuals like Fenley could match his strength. 2
Vincent declared confidently, “We can’t let warriors from Kimboku act recklessly on Sacred Wrym Summit, whether it’s morally or logically, in public or private. We, the Celestial Alliance, can’t just stand idly by!”
He added, “Even if the younger generation may lack experience, we aim to bring glory to our nation and eliminate evil for the world!”
“Well said! With young talents like you in the Celestial Alliance, our sect is bound to thrive,” Quincy praised with a pleased expression.
If Vincent were to face Marco, it would significantly boost the reputation of the Celestial Alliance.
“I didn’t expect Vincent to show up. This will be interesting,” Dalen said with a light smile, gently casually waving his folding fan.
While Vincent might not match up to Fenley’s exceptional skills, he still stood among the top young disciples of the Celestial Alliance and presented a fitting challenge for Marco.
Crystal let out a small sigh of relief.
Finally, she could let go of the idea of challenging Marco.
Her cultivation level surpassed Vincent’s, who was only halfway to becoming a grandmaster. The chances of Vincent winning against Marco were much higher than hers.
“Is that Vincent, the Spearhawk? He looks really handsome!” Ruby admired Vincent, the tall guy in white with a silver spear. Her heart fluttered at the sight.
Unlike Dalen’s beauty, Vincent was handsome and charming, emitting a heroic presence that appealed to Ruby. Vincent stood out in looks, charisma, and talent, perfectly fitting the image of her dream lover.
“I’m Vincent from Celestial Alliance. I’ve come to challenge you!”
With Quincy’s approval, Vincent confidently advanced, lifting his silver spear. His sharp eyes and imposing presence released an invisible pressure, directly hitting Marco and his butler.
Marco squinted, signaling the butler to pause before he advanced to confront Vincent.
“Heh! Finally, Dragonmarsh has a decent martial artist!” Marco assessed Vincent, nodding with satisfaction. A spark of determination flickered in his deep-set eyes.
Vincent said indifferently, “In Dragonmarsh, there are many martial artists like me, and others are stronger than me. It just happened that today, I ran into you first.
“If you’re smart, surrender now and apologize. That way, you can keep your life. Otherwise, once the battle starts, I won’t hold back!”
“There’s a saying in Dragonmarsh, “To the victor go the spoils.’ If you can beat me, I’ll apologize willingly,” Marco retorted.
“Fine! Since you’re so stubborn, I’ll keep fighting until you give up!” Vincent cut the talk short.
With a flick of his feet, the spear’s shaft bounced up. Holding it with one hand, he fiercely thrust it toward Marco.
An explosion resounded, accompanied by a burst of energy as the silver spear thrust forward. In an instant, silver light overflowed, and a silver dragon roared toward Marco. It was a deadly move.
