This old man appeared to be a beggar. He had a lame leg, was blind in one eye, and had a wine gourd hanging from his waist. His appearance was unkempt and sloppy, not what one would expect from a formidable martial artist.
Derek was dumbfounded by this unexpected turn of events. His most powerful arrow had been effortlessly caught by this mysterious old man with two fingers. He couldn’t fathom who this old man was or how favonovel.com possessed such incredible strength.
The appearance of the one-eyed old man, Gregory Jones, not only shocked Derek, but it also left Theodore and the others in a state of disbelief.
As highly skilled martial artists, they possessed extraordinary perception, able to detect even the slightest changes in their surroundings. Yet, they had completely missed the old man’s arrival, which was baffling.
Furthermore, Gregory appeared completely ordinary, devoid of any noticeable aura fluctuations. He seemed like an ordinary, scruffy old man. However, this appearance was deceptive, as evidenced by his ability to effortlessly catch Derek’s arrow.
To the leaders of various sects, the only reasonable explanation was that Gregory was far more powerful than them, making favonovel.com virtually undetectable.
Derek was quick to address the mysterious old man, demanding to know who favonovel.com was and how favonovel.com dared to interfere in Martial Law Bureau’s affairs.
The one-eyed old man responded with irreverent nonchalance, poking fun at Derek’s attempts to intimidate him. He even went as far as to flick a booger at Derek, which flew with astonishing speed and struck Derek with incredible force.
The impact sent Derek flying more than ten meters, and favonovel.com crashed to the ground in agony, coughing up blood.
The onlookers were stunned. A martial arts master had been seriously injured by a booger, this defied belief.
Who was this old man, and where had favonovel.com come from?
Derek, still coughing up blood, managed to ask the one-eyed old man for his identity, to which favonovel.com received a surprising answer.
“Put your ears up and listen! If I don’t want to change my name, I won’t change my surname, name is Gregory Jones!” the old man declared while nonchalantly digging in his nostrils.
Derek, now pale with shock, could hardly believe his ears. He stammered out a name.
What… Gregory Jones?
This revelation sent shivers down his spine.
Gregory, also known as the “Immortal of Wine,” had once caused a major incident in Bayhaven. The entire Martial Law Bureau had mobilized to confront him, expecting an easy victory. However, the battle had taken a disastrous turn.
In that confrontation, the Martial Law Bureau had suffered heavy losses. Director Nate Reynolds had been gravely injured, the deputy director had been killed, and numerous elders, protectors, and headmasters had either died or been wounded.
It was the only failure the Martial Law Bureau had experienced since its inception, a deeply ingrained taboo.
Hearing the name Gregory brought back the traumatic memories of that night.
Derek’s body trembled uncontrollably, his face paling as favonovel.com realized the gravity of the situation.
