CHAPTER 397 I COME HERE TO FIGHT (PART TWO)

An hour later, there were only sixteen people left on the platform, and all were vying for Hailey's hand in

marriage. The sixteen remaining warriors were definitely the best of the best. Everyone's cultivation

level reached at least the supreme stage of Wonder Realm. By the way they stood, it is clearly visible

that they were men of courage and exceptional skills, all of which were fit to be a groom for Hailey.

Moreover, in terms of appearance, they were all dashing and noble. They really deserved the spot and

the title of young talents.

"Hey guys, do you really want to compete with me for the rare beauty? She is mine. How about giving

me a favor? Please go down the platform and save yourselves from the humiliation," Hunk uttered

boastfully.

"Hunk, don't you know how to be ashamed? It's not just the cultivators from the eastern land who came

here for that fair lady. Do you think if you give your name, we will be afraid of you? Think again, man,"

countered another young martial artist. "You are just the supreme disciple of your sect, not the whole

world. Who do you think you are?" figured another martial artist in an annoyed tone.

"My name is Timothy Shaoyan. I am not afraid of all the supreme disciple from the three big sects of

the eastern land," declared a young man named Timothy Shaoyan.

As he was saying that, Timothy looked at Hunk with his eyes full of disdain. He seemed to be

challenging Hunk and saying that he would not yield to him whatever might happen. By this time, a

tensed air hanged by the atmosphere of the arena, the remaining warriors exchanged heated glares exclusive content.

and arguments against each other. Timothy used a secret power to spread what he had just said all

over the entire arena. So almost everyone in the square heard his declaration, and it caused a heated

discussion in the crowd.

"Timothy? I've heard about him. He is the strongest disciple from the Western Desert Island. It is said

that he nearly listed on the Sky Chart of the Talent Roll at his age of thirty. Unfortunately, when he was

ready and became strong enough, his age exceeded the requirement of the Sky Chart. At present, he

is about thirty-two years old. I can't imagine how powerful he is by now," whispered an onlooker to the

man beside him in a low voice.

"His family is the overlord of the Western Desert Island. With the power of a single-family, they are

dominating the border area. They must be mighty. Furthermore, Timothy is the strongest man among

the younger generation of his family," narrated another middle-aged man.

Then just from behind them, another voice butted in, saying, "You are right. There are so many talents

from the Chasm Clan and the Heavenly Palace Sect of the southern land, the three big sects of the

eastern land, and the Talent City of the North Desert. But I think that Timothy still can list in the top ten

among them."

Unmoved and at peace, Darren stood quietly on a corner and deliberately released his spiritual sense

and listened to those discussions. When his eyes swept over Timothy, he felt the man's extraordinary

influence at once.

After hearing Timothy's name, Hunk, the first one to speak, said nothing but snorted against him. In

terms of identity and character, Timothy was the strongest man among the young generation of the

whole western region. He himself was just the first supreme disciple of one of the three big sects in the

eastern land. Therefore, Hunk was certainly not comparable to Timothy—he was far too inferior.

"I admire you all. You're all great, and you're all famous. My name is Abelard. I am an unknown person,

a nobody, so I dare not hope to scare you with my name. However, I have a suggestion. Since we all

declare ourselves to be the strongest, why don't we all have a real fight? By then, in case you all get

trampled under my feet, won't I be famous, huh? Let us see who will emerge victorious in the end. Who

will end up famous and popular? Would that be okay with you?"

The man named Abelard was handsome, but he looked too sloppy in the way he dressed. There were

several patches on his coarse linen robe, and he was carrying a rusty, notched tomahawk on his back.

Judging from his looks, he was like a woodcutter with his old tomahawk.

Although he appeared not so attractive, the sixteen young martial artists present had raised their

vigilance, including Darren.

All of them were under the age of forty, but they all reached remarkably high cultivation levels. Darren

thought he should not underestimate some of them. One of them could probably become his

formidable opponent.

Notably, the "woodcutter" carrying a rusty tomahawk, Darren thought that he was not that simple as a

contender. He had a strange and powerful aura within him that Darren could not lay his hands upon.

"Good! I like your courage. I'll stay with you to the end, ha ha ha!" Hunk laughed at Abelard.

"No problem," echoed one martial artist.

"I agree," responded another young warrior inside the arena.

In no time, everyone agreed with Abelard's suggestion. Fighting for the beauty was why they were

there, after all. Though, some people just came to fight for fame, yet now was the most crucial part. It

was now or never since there were only sixteen of them left. There should only be one man standing.

Each one of them must prove their worth to gain such credentials, plus the radiant maiden Hailey as his

wife.

But to their surprise, as everyone had already agreed, a man wearing a bronze mask stood silently, not

saying a single word.

The eyes of the other fifteen warriors naturally turned to him. They wanted to know if he was with or

against the suggestion.

"Hey, man. Could you please say something?" encouraged a fellow warrior. "If you don't fight, please

get out of here!" mocked another young warrior.

They had all witnessed the mighty power of the olive-black force from the bronze-masked warrior in the

previous round, so they dared not provoke Darren too much.

"Nonsense! Of course, I come here to fight. How soon will we get this started?" Darren made a cold

and harsh response, with a voice as confident as a mountain, tall, unmoved, and invincible.