Chapter 961: Chapter 961: Jackson Harris Descends!_1
Not far away, an old man slowly walked towards them.
Although his face seed aged, his spirited and lively deanor resembled that of a young man.
Compared to the last ti they t, Jackson Harris appeared to be a few years younger this ti.
He walked with light steps, approaching Calvert Rose step by step.
“It’s really Jackson!”
So people in the room recognized Jackson’s figure.
No one expected Jackson to show up at this ti.
“It seems he has entered the Martial Saint Realm!” soone exclaid.
Ethan Smith was extrely excited. Judging by Jackson’s state, he must have entered the Martial Saint Realm!
Marc Fraley’s eyes slightly narrowed.
He looked at Jackson and sneered, “You ca just in ti. I’ll kill you along with him.”
As he spoke, Marc looked at Star.
“I’ve let him escape several tis before. This ti, kill him in front of ,” Marc said coldly.
Star gritted his teeth. He’d let Jackson go several tis before, but this ti, it might not be possible.
Jackson took one step at a ti towards Calvert Rose.
He ca to Calvert’s side and helped him up.
At this point, Calvert was extrely weak. He had intended to self-destruct but didn’t expect to get a second chance at life.
“Rest now,” Jackson said.
Calvert attempted to speak but was silenced by Jackson’s wave of his hand.
“Another one’s co,” the nurous Martial Saints couldn’t help but mock.
“Do you want to die too?” soone asked.
Jackson ignored them and scanned the crowd. He said coldly, “Leave.”
Everyone was stunned, not quite understanding what Jackson ant.
“What did you say?” Christopher Morales picked his ear and took a step forward.
Jackson repeated, “Leave this place.”
“Hahahaha!” Christopher burst into laughter upon hearing this.
“And what if we don’t leave?” Christopher raised his eyebrows, tauntingly.
Jackson glanced at him and said indifferently, “If you don’t leave, you won’t be able to.”
A hint of ridicule flashed across everyone’s faces.
Could this man be so arrogant as to think he could single-handedly take on Nine Martial Sages?
“Old man, your head must not be functioning right,” Christopher sneered.
“A rookie in the Martial Saint Realm dares to utter such arrogant words!”
Jackson ignored Christopher and turned his attention to Marc Fraley in the distance.
“Will you leave or not?” Jackson asked.
Marc raised his eyebrows and said with a faint smile, “I’ve long heard how Jackson Harris was the foremost genius in the world. It’s true that your reputation precedes you, but I have yet to witness your skills.”
“Why not give us a little demonstration now that we’ve t?”
Jackson’s expression turned cold, saying, “I’ve given you opportunities already.”
“Go to hell!”
Christopher roared in anger and charged towards Jackson!
His pair of iron fists directly aid for Jackson’s face!
Jackson dodged effortlessly, avoiding the attack with ease.
Before Christopher could even react, Jackson had aid a palm at his chest!
The incredibly fast speed even left a trail of afterimages in the air!
“Bang!”
A crisp sound rang out.
Christopher’s body was sent flying!
Not only that, the penetrating force of the palm strike went straight through Christopher’s chest!
Everyone’s eyes widened, and their faces changed drastically!
Just a single palm strike had taken care of Christopher Morales?! How powerful was this technique?!
In the room, Ethan Smith and the others couldn’t help but shout excitedly!
No one could have anticipated that Jackson, who had entered the Martial Saint Realm, would be so powerful!
Unlike Calvert Rose, Jackson’s moves were extrely sharp and filled with murderous spirit.
Anyone who made contact would be wounded or killed!
If truth be told, Calvert was not inferior to Jackson; it was only that Calvert’s adherence to his personal principles always left him pulling his punches!
Christopher’s primordial spirit tried to escape, but Jackson waved his hand and instantly crushed it!
Everyone in the room couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Jackson’s thods were so cold and ruthless?
Ethan Smith in the room seed to sense sothing as well.
Jackson, who had previously secluded himself, was soone Ethan had experienced before.
Back then, Jackson would never have been able to execute such clean and efficient moves.
Now, he had crushed Christopher’s primordial spirit without a second thought.
This went to show that Jackson had found his own path!
The faces of the Martial Saints present turned somber.
They retreated one after another, cautiously watching Jackson.
“He’s quite capable,” soone whispered.
“We can’t hold back any longer. We must find a way to kill him imdiately.”
Marc Fraley directly issued an order, shouting: “No matter what ans you use, kill him!”
The seven Martial Saints roared and displayed their respective trump cards, charging towards Jackson!
Jackson raised his palm, facing the seven Martial Saints with an unfazed deanor.
“Boom!”
Outside, thunderous sounds echoed continuously as Jackson fought fiercely against seven opponents without losing ground.
With mysterious glimrs surrounding his palm, Jackson created dozens of afterimages as if striking nurous palms in an instant!
These palm afterimages seed to rely be remnants left behind, but once they made contact, it was either fatal or crippling!
What was even more shocking was that the afterimages could converge upon Jackson’s palm, unleashing an incredibly terrifying force!
With just this pair of palms, Jackson remained undefeated without even moving!
“Bang!”
As everyone watched in astonishnt, Jackson suddenly vanished.
Before they could react, Jackson had already appeared behind one of the n, his palm crushing the opponent’s head!
“What a fast speed!” everyone exclaid.
Ethan Smith recognized this move!
It was the line word formula from the Nine Secrets!
Jackson had actually applied it in combat!
The incredibly fast speed was elusive like a ghost, impossible to grasp!
Jackson had pushed the line word formula to the extre; with his nimble steps and vicious moves, he killed four Martial Saint fighters in the blink of an eye!
Seeing the four fallen warriors, the other Martial Saints couldn’t help but be afraid.
They retreated behind Marc Fraley, implicitly yielding their fighting spirits.
Marc’s expression was rather unpleasant.
Just as they were about to succeed, Jackson appeared out of nowhere, and his strength was overwhelming!
“Lord Star, it’s up to you,” Martial Saint said.
Star’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking at Marc as if waiting for his command.
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