"Aeridor Swordsmanship, you're a disciple of the Aeridor Sect, stop."
Mortimer Owens shouted in alarm.
"You think you can just tell me to stop and I will?"
The young nobleman sneered, his sword flashing incessantly, forcing Mortimer to retreat repeatedly.
Thud!
Finally, the young nobleman's sword left a long wound on Mortimer's arm, blood flowing freely.
Only then did the young nobleman sheathe his sword and stand proudly, "This is a lesson for you. Next time, it will be death! Remember, I am Finnian Fletcher, a core disciple of the Aeridor Sect. What blood hand? In the Aeridor Sect's eyes, you're nothing but trash."
"So, a core disciple of the Aeridor Sect, no wonder he's so powerful. This Mortimer, truly asking for trouble."
Marshall Morgan suddenly understood, then shook his head with a slight smile.
In the Eastern Region of the Solarian Empire, the Mystic Origin Sword Sect is naturally the supreme overlord.
