Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere
Chapter 1539: Defeat Your Master!

Chapter 1539: Defeat Your Master!

"Now, even if I use thirty percent of my power, you still won't be my match. Give up already!" Faris said expressionlessly to the Second Elder.

Upon hearing Faris's words, the Second Elder smiled faintly and retorted coldly, "I've already said it before, my duty is to protect Sect Leader McDonald's safety. So, if you want to kill him, you'll have to kill me first!"

"Ignorant fool!" Faris's expression showed disdain, and his tone was contemptuous.

The Second Elder took a deep breath and began to circulate the energy within his body.

After a few seconds, his skin gradually turned golden.

Seeing this, Faris's expression showed some surprise, and he murmured, "You actually practice the Mystic Ascetic Refining Technique?"

"If I didn't have some skill, how could I dare stand in your way!" the Second Elder responded in a low voice, then continued to charge towards Faris.

This time, his speed was noticeably much faster than before, and his aura had changed significantly.

Connor turned his head and asked Waverly in a hushed tone, "What's the Mystic Ascetic Refining Technique?"

"The Mystic Ascetic Refining Technique is the unique skill of our Purple Cloud Sect. It allows a martial artist's body to become as tough as a diamond. The Second Elder's mastery of this technique has reached its highest level, making his physical strength comparable to that of a Grandmaster. With the use of this technique, and considering Faris is only using thirty percent of his strength, the Second Elder still has a good chance of defeating him," Waverly explained.

"I see." He nodded lightly, his attention focused on the battle between Faris and the Second Elder.

It was evident that the Mystic Ascetic Refining Technique had significantly enhanced the Second Elder's combat strength. Although he had been at a disadvantage against Faris earlier, he was now gaining the upper hand.

"The duration of the Mystic Ascetic Refining Technique is quite short. If the Second Elder can't defeat Faris before the technique ends, he will definitely lose," she whispered.

"I hope the Second Elder can defeat Faris," he replied under his breath.

"Take this punch!" Suddenly, the Second Elder shouted and raised his fist, striking powerfully towards Faris's chest.

This punch was exceptionally powerful, like a bomb about to explode.

"A boom!"

A loud sound echoed as the Second Elder's fist struck Faris's chest.

Surprisingly, Faris took three steps back to steady himself.

Before, the Second Elder had been unable to budge Faris no matter how much force he used. However, this punch had made him take three steps back, revealing the terrifying power of the Mystic Ascetic Refining Technique.

The Second Elder's face showed a hint of helplessness. Even though he had used all his strength for that punch, it hadn't achieved the desired effect. Though it forced Faris back, it was clear that this level of attack wouldn't defeat him.

"That punch you just threw was somewhat interesting," Faris smiled at the Second Elder.

The Second Elder remained cautious, silently watching him without saying a word.

"Alright, it's about time to end this," Faris sighed softly, then his figure flashed, appearing directly in front of the Second Elder. He raised his right hand and struck his chest with a fierce punch.

Although this punch from Faris seemed ordinary, its power was astonishing.

"Thud!"

A loud noise resonated as his fist seemed to hit a bronze bell, emitting an eerie sound.

The Second Elder's expression changed, and he was sent flying, crashing down some dozens of meters away before coming to a stop.

"Second Elder!" Connor shouted loudly and rushed to the Second Elder's side.

"Spurt…"

The Second Elder spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden color on his body gradually faded.

"Second Elder, are you alright?" Connor asked anxiously.

"Sect Leader McDonald, I apologize. I am powerless; I couldn't protect you," the Second Elder weakly said to Connor.

"Second Elder, don't say that. Please hold on, you can't die, do you hear me?" Connor nervously replied.

"Don't worry, I haven't used my full strength just now. He won't die," Faris said calmly as he approached, reassuring Connor.

Connor glanced at Faris and gritted his teeth. "Don't continue fighting. I admit defeat. As long as you spare them three, I'll let you do whatever you want today."

"Sect Leader McDonald!" Waverly shouted upon hearing Connor's words.

"Shut up!" Connor scolded her, then turned to Faris and said, "Did you hear what I said? As long as you let them go, you can kill me if you want."

"Kill me?" He suddenly looked at Connor and sneered. Then, he calmly stated, "I've changed my mind!"

"Changed your mind?" Connor was bewildered by Faris's words. "What do you mean?"

"My original plan was to kill you to avenge my grandson, and then leave Oprana to find a place to live in seclusion. But now, I suddenly feel like there's one more thing I haven't done," Faris said slowly.

"What is it?" Connor asked.

"I haven't defeated your Master yet," Faris replied in a low voice.

"Defeat my Master?" Connor's expression showed surprise.

"Yes, I've always wanted to become the number one martial artist in Oprana. But unfortunately, I met your Master, and at that time, I was too naive and dared to challenge him with only my high-level Profound Stage strength. In the end, I lost to him. That became the biggest regret of my life. Since I'm still alive and I've already tangled with your Purple Cloud Sect, I might as well take this opportunity to challenge Jorge once again. If I can defeat your Master, then I'll have no more regrets in this life," Faris explained.

After finishing his words, Faris turned his gaze toward Yelena and asked calmly, "I heard that you risked your life to come to Honduria because of this woman, right?"