Chapter 657

Zidane recovered pretty fast and gasped. “I—my injury… How did it heal so fast?”

“Grandpa, Kayson healed you.” Vivian spoke up swiftly.

Zidane was shocked as he looked at Kayson in disbelief. What kind of technique was this? He had never heard of it!

Kayson did not explain. He only said, “Grandpa Zidane, the wounds on your face will be fine after applying some cream tomorrow.”

“Okay… Right, but what about Quentin?” Zidane asked gratefully.

Bob, who had been waiting for this question, answered in a hurry, “Master Gould, that guy is dead. You have no idea what happened. Mr. Yarde killed him very easily!

“He was in complete disbelief before his death!”

Zidane was baffled. “Kayson, y-you killed a Warlord-level expert?”

“Quentin wasn’t a real Warlord. He was still a step away, but he was probably stuck there for two to three years,” Kayson answered.

Zidane had never met a real Warlord, so he did not know much about it. Even if Quentin had only been half a Warlord, though, Kayson wa