Harris nodded vigorously upon seeing Manta’s doubts. “If you don’t believe it, let’s go back and pick up his weapon. You’ll know after taking a closer look!” Harris suggested. Manta nodded. It was a good idea. “Wait here. I’ll take a look.” Manta left the two of them in the room. He did not dare to let them roam free. Everyone was talking about this incident now, and all eyes were on them. The Spada Guild's second and third apprentices had been defeated very badly. This juicy gossip would last for quite a while. Manta arrived at the city gates and looked around solemnly. Sure enough, he found a cleaver not far away. He reached out and picked it up. A butcher hurried over at this time. “Hey, how could you steal from others at such a young age? The cleaver belongs to me!” the butcher shouted to Manta in a panic. His cleaver had been taken from him earlier. Although they claimed to borrow it, he doubted he would see it again. Now that the members of the Spada Guild
Manta had never received such treatment before. He felt aggrieved and humiliated. “Go to hell!” Manta grabbed the butcher. A rush of energy wrapped around the butcher’s neck, lifting him into the air and strangling him to death. After dealing with this worthless butcher, Manta took the cleaver and quickly returned to the guild. He could not wait to examine the cleaver. Although he did not see how Philip turned the cleaver into a spiritual weapon, he could tell from the remaining aura that the cleaver was extraordinary. Even his weapon was in awe of this cleaver. Manta felt that his weapon was showing signs of submission.He was not happy with this unpleasant feeling. The weapon he had worked so hard to obtain was so humble in front of this cleaver. However, he also felt that the aura on the cleaver was gradually weakening. Maybe the cleaver would return to normal in no time. Manta observed the cleaver solemnly and was surprised to find that the cleaver had only become so
Manta knew Harris ended up in this situation because of him. If he had not given Harris the task of intercepting Philip, he would not have landed in this trouble. Thus, Manta had to carry this responsibility. At the same time, he was extremely angry. ‘Philip is so annoying. This matter would be over if he had just killed Harris,’ Manta thought vehemently. He would not have to worry so much if Philip had simply killed Harris. Instead, he had to pretend to be the good guy and beg someone to make something to repair Harris’ energy core now. After hearing Manta's consolation, Harris was so moved that he hugged Manta while bawling his eyes out. His physical body had returned to normal after the treatment, and he could move freely again. However, a cracked energy core could not be recovered by ordinary means. If no one could help him, he could only live on with this current situation. If others found out that his practice level had dropped, his enemies would surely hunt him d
More terrifyingly, Philip showed no signs of stopping. If Manta had not saved him in time, maybe it would not have been as simple as breaking his energy core. If his energy core had been blasted into pieces, no one could save him then. Harris felt a lingering fear and felt even more resentful of Philip. After leaving the room, Manta headed to Jewel Hill. The biggest and most evil crooks in the guild were imprisoned on this mountain. Jewel Hill was a place with a natural barrier. Moreover, the elders and guild leader had set various traps so the captives had no way to escape at all. The crooks imprisoned here were still allowed to practice. The guild neither gave up on them nor deprived them of their right to practice but gave them the chance to grow instead. The purpose had to be out of the ordinary. As soon as Manta stepped into Jewel Hill, he saw a bunch of people bored out of their minds. They were sitting at the entrance of the barrier with their legs crossed as if wa
Manta left them some instructions, and everyone was astounded. No one thought that a gentle and elegant person like Manta would kill his fellow guild member. “Manta, isn’t this a little unethical? He’s a fellow guild member!” “Our usual tasks are killing bandits or disobedient practitioners. It’s a little far-fetched to kill someone of our own.” Some people were curious and expressed their opinions. No one had taken up this task so far, maybe still pondering over it. In fact, everyone knew that in-fighting was commonplace. However, they were unwilling to take the blame for Manta. If it were a personal grudge, killing the other party was simply taking revenge. Doing it for Manta would be a stretch. “Stop your pretentious act. Have you not killed anyone before? You were imprisoned here because you harmed your fellow guild members.” Manta felt so angry at their righteous act that his whole body shook. These shameless people dared to point fingers at him, taking the moral hig
Some of them had women they liked, but these women were often engaged in an unsavory line of work. When they finally had time to see the women they loved but they were taken by other customers, they would get angry and cause trouble. Although Manta was exasperated, he could only put up with it. After all, there was nothing he could do. These people had a special status. He had to please them if he wanted their help to complete some questionable tasks. He quickly shared the details of the mission. Then, Byron took his weapon and left Jewel Hill with a smile. With Manta's token, he could leave Jewel Hill without a hitch. After leaving the mountain, Byron breathed in the fresh air around him. “The air doesn’t seem that good. I think Jewel Hill is better. The land is vast and sparsely populated with outstanding people,” Byron marveled. Manta just glanced at him silently. He did not like such talkative people. “Hurry up and complete the mission. He’s in that room. You can ha
Byron was lucky enough to barge in, so he heard the conversation between the two. His arrival caused a bout of panic. Harris and Lark scuttled around to hide, trying to pretend that the room was empty, but the room was so small that it was futile. Harris scowled at the sight of Byron. “Why are you here?” Harris knew who Byron was, so he was shocked to see Byron out of Jewel Hill. In his position, Harris did not know about the guild's dirty dealings, so he subconsciously thought that Byron had sneaked out. “You’re one weird guy. It’s none of your business why I'm here. But I overheard your earlier conversation. Who's the man you were talking about? I may consider not killing you if I’m happy with your answer,” Byron threatened. He did not have a good impression of Harris, who looked so ugly that Byron was sick to the stomach at the sight of him. Byron was very concerned about beautiful appearances and would usually deal with good-looking people. It would be an insult t
Byron sneered at Lark’s pathetic display. “What a loser. As I said, I won’t kill you.” After saying this, Byron turned and left with his head held high. Byron had always followed the rules and would never kill anyone outside of the mission. Manta gave him two days of freedom just to kill Harris. He would not gain anything by killing Lark. “T-Thank you.” As Byron turned to leave, Lark knelt to Byron as thanks for not killing him. Without further ado, Byron went to Imperial City as quickly as possible. This place was not far from Imperial City. As a member of the Spada Guild, it took him no time to enter the city. Members of major guilds had an exclusive passage to enter the city without queueing up. After entering Imperial City, Byron searched around for traces of Philip. According to Lark's description, he glanced around the street but did not see a handsome man. Byron pondered over Lark’s words. Philip’s clothes were significantly different from the locals, obvious