At the training grounds of the Doyle family mansion, ten heavily armed elite martial artists were surrounding an unarmed young man.
The man had long, flowing hair and a handsome face with a sharp gaze. His movements were swift and graceful as he effortlessly evaded the attacks from the ten martial artists with his hands clasped behind his back.
What made him more fearsome were the weights he was carrying. Tied all over his body were a bunch of hefty, dark steel weights that could make even the best Divine–level martial artists struggle. Yet the man seemed completely unbothered by the weights as he toyed with the other fighters. The only person who could do something like this was the Doyle family’s genius, Terry Doyle!
“N–no more, Mr. Terry. We give up.” 30 minutes later, the ten fighters had all collapsed onto the floor, panting and sweating buckets. Each of them was a well–known fighter in the martial arts world, yet even with their combined efforts, they hadn’t even been able to put a scratch on Terry.
“You guys have been getting worse. Today’s training was nothing.” Terry humphed, displeased. “Sir, we haven’t been getting worse, you just became stronger again.” Someone grumbled.
“Exactly. We were at least on par with you two years ago. But now, we can’t even touch you despite you wearing those weights that weigh over three hundred pounds.”
“It’s only natural since you’re a genius.”
The fighters began singing praises for Terry, but that didn’t make him any happier. “You bunch of useless things. Scram!” Terry snapped, sending them scampering away in fear.
“How boring. It seems like Tyler Grant is my only rival left in Millsburg.” Terry’s gaze turned determined.
Tyler was a military man, and couldn’t fight in the martial world, which was why his name didn’t appear on The Heavenly Immortals. Still, Terry knew that with Tyler’s strength, the latter could easily make it to the top of the list, so he couldn’t help wondering when they might have the chance to spar against each other.
“Terry!”
Just then, a battered Maggie rushed in, crying. Her disheveled looks and unrecognizable face were ghastly.
“What?” Terry’s stare turned chilling, and he took out his blade and pointed it at the newcomer. Who the hell are you? How dare you trespass into our forbidden training grounds!” Startled, Maggie stopped in her tracks and pulled her hair away from her face. “It’s me, Maggie!” “Maggie?” Terry was astonished. “What happened to you?”
”
“I–I got beaten up!” Maggie’s lower lip quivered before she burst into tears.
“Who would dare to hit you? Did you use my name?” Terry’s face darkened.
“I did, but that only made that person hit me even more!” Maggie cried.
“What? Who is that arrogant bastard?” Terry was angry that someone dared to disrespect him.
“It’s that Dustin guy!” Maggie growled. “I went over to the Flame Dragon Dojo with Bennet to get the gang back, but that guy managed to defeat Bennet and even
beat me up! Ugh!”
“He must be quite strong to be able to defeat Bennet.” Terry was surprised. Even among their family’s martial artists, Bennet was one of their best fighters, and the average martial artist would not stand a chance against that man.
“Terry, that guy is out of his mind. After defeating Bennet, he even challenged you! Take a look at this!”
