Noticing Jagoan’s expression, Garthor laughed and said, “You’ve never heard of Stormwind Sect, but I’m sure you’ve heard of the hidden sects. Your current capabilities are among the most outstanding in the martial arts world. Due to that, I believe many would follow your lead. However, with your Martial Arts Saint skills, you’d be nothing more than the weakest disciple in Stormwind Sect. Just look at them. Who among them doesn’t have a higher cultivation level than yours?”
As he spoke, he pointed at the Stormwind Sect disciples surrounding Jagoan.
It was true that they were all very skilled. Even the weakest was a Top Level Martial Arts Saint, possessing a higher cultivation level than Jagoan.
“Nonetheless, there’s no need to feel discouraged. You killed Yosef, that bald monk who just advanced to Martial Arts God, with your abilities. That shows your potential, and Stormwind Sect welcomes talented individuals like you!” he added, pushing his offer relentlessly.
“I’m sorry, but I still have some other matters to attend to. Besides, I’ve no interest in joining your sect,” Jagoan replied with a shake of his head, then turned to walk away.
Unfortunately, the disciples of Stormwind Sect blocked his path and showed no intention of letting him leave.
“It isn’t a question of whether you’re interested because no one can turn us down. This isn’t a discussion but an order,” said Garthor, his tone imperious.
Jagoan frowned. “And what if I adamantly refuse to go with you?”
“In that case, I’ll break your legs and carry you off,” Garthor answered without hesitation.
“Well, it’ll depend on whether you have what it takes to do that.” Jagoan narrowed his eyes coldly, his body radiating a fighting spirit.
Garthor howled with laughter. “What an ignorant fool! Don’t tell me you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you’re invincible just because you killed Yosef. He was just a newly-minted Martial Arts God who didn’t even possess a tenth of the capabilities someone of that rank should have. Today, I’ll give you a taste of a Martial Arts God’s true power!”
After saying that, he slowly raised his arm. Although it was only a slight movement, it sent a blast of aura bursting forth from him.
The terrifying aura swept toward Jagoan like endless rolling waves. He felt as though the air around him grew thick and heavy in the blink of an eye. It even appeared to twist and become distorted.
Then, his expression shifted infinitesimally as what felt like the weight of numerous mountains pressed down on him.
Jagoan gritted his teeth as he fell to the floor on one knee. His bones cracked, and his skin started reddening. Due to the immense pressure around him, his blood was seeping into his skin!
His breathing became heavy, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
The sight of Jagoan in that state made Garthor lift the corners of his lips into a slight smile, and his eyes flashed with disdain.
At the end of the day, he’s still just a Martial Arts Saint.
No matter how talented he is, he’ll never be able to fight against a Martial Arts God.
“Remember, I don’t care how high your status is or how famous you are in the martial arts world. To the hidden sects, all that is worthless,” Garthor uttered contemptuously.
Jagoan did not utter a single word. He merely kept his head lowered while cold sweat continued running down him.
“Well? Are you coming with me obediently, or should I break your legs? Those are your two options. Take your pick,” Garthor said to him.
“What if I choose neither?” Jagoan suddenly jerked his head upward, then a surge of aura erupted from his body.
Seeing this, Garthor was dumbfounded.
I never expected him to be able to produce such a strong aura while still being suppressed by me!
However, in the brief moment where he stood stunned, Jagoan unleashed his Sacred Light Fist and sent one of Stormwind Sect’s disciples flying into the air. Then, he ran toward the foot of the mountain, moving as quickly as lightning.
Jagoan had deliberately feigned weakness earlier so that Garthor would let his guard down and he could find an opportunity to escape.
Although I don’t fear facing Garthor in a bottle, I can’t dismiss the fact that he has several Stormwind Sect disciples with him.
If the whole group attacks me all at once, I’m afraid I’d be no match for them.
What’s more, Archer and Skyler were also staring at him with murderous intent. Not knowing what the pair was up to, he decided his only choice was to run.