A Man Like None Other Chapter 6371 Sir did you call me Shall We Try It
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- A surprising alliance is proposed.
- Underestimation leads to a test of strength.
- Hidden capabilities are revealed.
A surprising alliance is proposed. Underestimation leads to a test of strength. Hidden capabilities are revealed.
Lin Yuan pointed to David, “This is David, someone Master from Fifteenth Heaven found. He said he could help us overthrow the God Clan Alliance.”
Old Zhao opened his mouth, then laughed out loud, “He? Second level of the True God Realm?”
He turned towards Lin Yuan, his expression as if he was watching a joke. “Chief, are you sure you’re not mistaken? Whoever you randomly picked from the Free Valley has a higher cultivation level than him. What can he do for us? Serve us tea and water?”
Several people followed them into the hall; they were all key members of Free Valley.
A tall and thin man, a rank six True God, wore a gray Daoist robe and held a folding fan in his hand. He seemed very educated.
A middle-aged woman, a fifth-order True Immortal, with two short swords hanging from her waist, had sharp eyes.
There was also a gray-haired old man, whose cultivation was at the seventh level of the True Immortal Realm. He leaned against the door frame, squinting as he studied David.
They all laughed when they heard what Lao Zhao said.
It wasn’t an evil laugh, but rather a laugh that felt absurd.
A young man at the second level of the True Immortal Realm came to Sixteenth Heaven to say that he wanted to help them overthrow the Gods Alliance. This is like an ant saying it wants to help an elephant move a mountain.
David didn’t laugh.
He looked at Old Zhao, his voice calm, “You think a fifth level True Immortal Realm expert is that strong?”
Old Zhao was shocked. “What do you mean?”
David motioned to him, “Just do it, use all your strength.”
There was a moment of silence in the hall, then Old Zhao’s face became gloomy.
He couldn’t stand being belittled, especially by a rank two True God.
He rolled up his sleeves, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
“Kid, if I hit you like this, you’ll probably be bedridden for three months.”
You can’t hit me.
Old Zhao stopped wasting words.
He stepped forward, his fist enveloped in a layer of earthy yellow light, and smashed it towards David’s chest.
His martial arts style is earth-based, heavy, and steady; a single blow from him could even penetrate a city wall.
The air in the hall shook from the force of his blow, and the map on the table rustled loudly.
David didn’t shy away.
He didn’t even raise his hand.
He just stood there, watching the fist get closer.
The fist stopped three inches from David’s chest.
Not that Lao Zhao stopped himself; he just couldn’t keep up.
The fist he punched felt like it hit an invisible wall, a wall that was extremely hard and remained completely still.