Chapter: 958

Gar Mojam gathered internal energy on the Water Dragon Sword.

Woong!

He was trying to look for the moment when the sword would come in contact with him and he already had a nervous expression, but someone blocked it for him.

‘?’

The back view showed a man with white hair and a red sword on his back.

He was Noh Do-kyung, one of the 6 Martial Masters of Blade God Six Martial clan.

Thanks to him, Wang Jing, who was about to throw his sword towards Gar Mojam, stopped.

“Phew...”

Gar Mojam, who was nervous, breathed out a sigh of relief without realizing.

Noh Do-kyung, who saved Gar Mojam from the crisis, began to release intense energy and spoke to Wang Jing.

“A man who aims for the weak to seem strong to others. Pathetic.“

Although he was a little mean, Gar Mojan couldn’t help but frown at the words that called Wang Jing weak.

However, Noh Do-kyung wasn’t concerned about it at all and gestured to the back to send a message.

[You should go and attack the podium by attacking with the remaining Yulin warriors who are divided into two groups. Leave this to me.]

There was no choice given.

Gar Mojam nodded his head and led the 17 River Families¹* and one hundred warriors and advanced towards the podium.

‘Is he one of the Six Martial Masters that the Lord spoke of?’

Wang Jing’s eyes sparkled.

A person who wasn’t the head of the clan, but one of the leaders, was in front of him.

Although he hasn’t competed with this man, Wang Jing knew right away that his ability was similar to his own.

“I never realized that there was such an old person in Wulin.”

“Huhuhu, you are a person who is valued. You are one of the Five strongest warriors of Wulin. Only as I grow old will I be able to overpower you.”

They were arrogant words wrapped up in a polite manner.

For a moment, neither of them spoke and they only looked at each other, not a single person took a step ahead.

They needed a proper provocation to move ahead.

“If you want a fight with a great opponent, how about you go fight with our Lord?”

At those words, the face of Noh Do-kyung went stiff.

He wanted to say something, he knew that he wouldn’t win in a one-on-one battle with the monstrous Lord of the Demonic Cult.

“Your mouth is the only thing that is strong. Our Lord has something specifically prepared for him, so you will have to fight me!”

Clang!