Chapter 1398

Wyatt glanced at Gideon's hands. They were a dark bluish-black with bulging veins, exuding an impression of explosive power. Thick calluses covered his palms, evidence of years of rigorous training. His skill with his hands was indeed commendable. Of course, no matter how powerful Gideon's Steel Fist was, even if it were 100 times stronger, it couldn't harm Wyatt in the slightest. When Gideon saw Wyatt staring blankly at his hands, he assumed the young man was scared stiff. Laughing heartily, he smugly remarked, "Kid, you'd better stick to working a regular job. Stop pretending to be some martial expert and fooling people." The other three bust into laughter at his comment. Wyatt smiled as well, looking at Gideon with a calm expression. "What’s the matter? Are you afraid?" "Are you that eager to die?" Gideon retorted. His smile vanished at Wyatt's calm provocation. Rage flared in his eyes, and a murderous aura began to emanate from him. Without another word, Gideon, a straightfo