Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren stared at the ball in a daze. It was as big as a head, and it looked like a walnut.

"What?! Isn't this the external protective shell that safeguarded me when I was born on the Lothlann Continent? It looks so alike!"

Darren finally recognized it.

Back then, the sphere and its protective properties were responsible for Darren's safe landing on the Lothlann Continent.

However, the existence of the Time Law in the ball led to a distortion in space and time. As a result, Darren had been teleported to two spaces and times, hundreds of millions of years apart. In one space and time, he was Xavier, while in the other, he was Darren.

Nevertheless, the color and texture on the sphere's surface were different from what Darren remembered.

The man in the cyan robe observed it for a while before saying, "It should be that thing."

"Ha-ha. So, I'm right!" Lindsay was relieved. "Sir, but it doesn't seem to be dangerous."

The man in the cyan robe turned to glare at Lindsay. She was so intimidated that she pursed her lips and remained silent.

"I didn't expect you to find it before me, bandit chief! Unfortunately, you lack the strength to take it."

A scornful voice broke the silence in the forest.

Just then, the space beside Darren and his companions fluctuated, and a young man with golden patterns appeared in front of them.

The eyelids of the cyan-robed man twitched involuntarily at the sight of the young man.

"Ha-ha. It's the chief commander of the Tussle Region! Or would you prefer that we call you the Tussle Fighting God? But you have followed me in such a stealthy way. Aren't you more bandit-like than me?" the man in the cyan robe parried. Although he smiled at the newcomer, the cyan-robed man's words carried hints of insult.

"Cut the crap. You are bound to return empty-handed as I'm going to take it." The chief commander of the Tussle Region appeared calm and relaxed. It was evident that his strength was at least on par with the middle-aged man in the cyan robe.

Boom!

The void shook once again, and another great master descended.

"Hey, you two. How can you dream of splitting the treasure and not considering me? Did you think you could cheat me?" remarked a handsome gentleman with a white paper fan in his hand.

Hostility oozed from the three men as they faced one another. The auras they emitted were so overwhelming that Darren and his companions couldn't breathe from the massive pressure. They hurriedly retreated.

"Master Murphy, who are the two men that just arrived?" Darren asked in surprise.

Murphy's expression was grim as he whispered

a fight with any of those great masters!" Akbar almost blew Darren away.

"Ahem." At this moment, Murphy cleared his throat. "Lord Akbar, I don't think you are inferior to any of them. After all, you were once a peerless warrior who was comparable to Lord Starry Sword many years ago."

Astonishment reflected on Akbar's face. He hadn't expected anyone to praise him. Finally, joy surged in his heart.

Lord Starry Sword had risen to fame much earlier than he had. It had been the ambition of many talented geniuses from several eras to surpass Lord Starry Sword. Akbar had been considered as a promising cultivator with the potential to eclipse Lord Starry Sword. So, he had a strong sense of superiority.

"You are such a charmer. But, my strength hasn't improved in many years, and I haven't fought anyone. I'm doubtful of my abilities," Akbar confessed.

"I am confident that you will succeed this time. By the way, this is the armor that you lent to me, Lord Akbar. With it, you will be invincible." Murphy released the armor excitedly.

"You are right. I appreciate the thought." Akbar smiled as he took the armor. He was pleased that Murphy complimented him as it served to restore some of his self-confidence.

"Look, someone else is coming!"

A ray of purple light spread in the sky a split second before a man shrouded in purple mist appeared beside the other great masters. It was none other than the owner of the Ninth Precipitous Mountain!

The appearance of so many great masters in one place overwhelmed all the nearby creatures. Not only was the desolate ancient forest shrouded in a divine radiance, but their cumulative powerful auras also terrified the beasts within a radius of hundreds of thousands of kilometers.