Lord Of Martial Arts

Just as they were about to set foot in the transmission array, a dozen figures descended from the sky and landed behind them.

The old man frowned, turned around, and retracted his arm to throw a punch at the newcomers.

"Sherman, I see that you haven't changed. You still like attacking people,"

a middle-aged man with white hair on his temples said to the old man. A large smile was present on his face.

"Ned Yan?" The old man was forced to perform a double-take. After raking over the middle-aged man carefully with his eyes, he was certain about his identity.

Ned was the number one warrior of the Yan Clan, and he had earned that reputation.

The old man was struggling to remain where he was standing.

Dealing with the most powerful warrior of the Yan Clan would not be easy. Since Ned had come all that way, the old man wanted to find out the reason before he made any rash decisions.

"Ha-ha! I thought you had forgotten me. Decker, come over here and greet your Uncle Sherman!" Ned called to a man behind him. He looked even older than Ned.

The man's name was Decker Yan. He was Ned's eldest son.

"Uncle Sherman." Keeping his face straight, Decker cupped his hands and bowed slightly in greeting.

"Are you serious?" the old man snorted. "Ned, why are

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"Puff!"

As he stepped out of the transmission array, the old man hunched over and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Father!"

"Grandpa!"

Apollo and Kenneth ran towards him, holding him up.

"Leave me. I'm fine." The old man waved them off. "Ned has ten metal meridians. If I didn't pretend I had that many too, he wouldn't have let us go so easily."

The truth had come out. The old man was not at the level of a grade-nine Fate Character and ten metal meridians. Instead, he had used a skill to forcefully display the aura of ten metal meridians so that the members from the Yan Clan would fear him and let them go.

If Ned had insisted on taking Darren, the old man would have not been able to protect him.

"Thank you, sir,"

Darren said. Of course, he had already understood the old man's plan.

"Don't be so formal with me, Alex. From this moment on, I want you and Kenneth to stay in our clan. I think the Yan Clan will be watching you. And who knows what else may happen,"

the old man said, looking up at the sky with a worried expression on his face. Then, he sighed. "I'm afraid a disturbance is going to happen."

Something felt off to him. The royal family had lost so many princes, but they weren't looking for revenge. The peace was eerie.