Chapter 382

Conrad gave a sinister chuckle. This was his trump card. It was a profound-grandmaster-level technique that crowned him the fastest among his peers. Despite being only a third-grade profound grandmaster, his speed matched that of a fifth-grade profound grandmaster. Cautious of Scarlett, he aimed to end Steven's life with his unmatched swiftness. In a modest locale like Levix City, the appearance of a profound grandmaster was already unexpected. The Dark Realm encompassed nine grades, each exponentially more challenging to ascend. He couldn't believe that Scarlett had the strength of a fifth-grade profound grandmaster. Suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief as if witnessing a ghost. Scarlett appeared suddenly before him, her demeanor serene and otherworldly, untouched by even a speck of dust. He couldn't grasp how she had moved so effortlessly. "You..." He was utterly shocked, unable to finish his sentence as a pale palm rapidly filled his vision. With a resounding thud, Conrad was sent hurtling backward at a velocity surpassing his own, crashing through several trees. Blood gushed from his mouth, and several bones cracked under the impact. Ignoring his injuries, he stared at Scarlett in horror and gasped. "You're a fourth-grade profound grandmaster! No, a fifth-grade profound grandmaster!" As a third-grade profound grandmaster with unparalleled agility, he realized that only a fifth-grade or higher profound grandmaster could effortlessly defeat him in an instant. "You couldn't even properly gauge Ms. Fischer's strength, yet you dared to provoke trouble? How laughable!" Witnessing Scarlett effortlessly destroy him left Steven in awe. While he knew of Scarlett's capabilities to defeat Conrad, her seamless and graceful victory surpassed his expectations. With such effortless grace, she flicked her hand as though swatting a mosquito, delivering a fatal blow with ease. Such an overwhelming sense of security! As the self-proclaimed king of freeloaders, he sneered at Conrad with disdain. "Alfred Silva's freeloading skills aren't worth a damn compared to mine. Does he dare to challenge my prowess in freeloading?" "You bastard, you're asking for death!" Conrad spat out another mouthful of blood, his injuries worsening in his rage. "Should I end him for you?" Scarlett asked Steven calmly, as if killing a profound grandmaster was a trivial matter to her. "You think you can take me out just because you're a fifth-grade profound grandmaster? If you dare to touch me, you'll make an eternal enemy of the Silvas! They'll wipe out your entire family!" Conrad's voice turned harsh and menacing, resorting to the most derogatory threats he could muster against a woman. In his view, Scarlett should have shown some caution, given the high value placed on the life of a profound grandmaster. If he was merely injured, there could have been room for negotiation. However, if she actually killed him, the Silva family would surely seek relentless revenge. Yet, it seemed his threats were ineffective. Scarlett casually plucked another willow leaf. Feeling the cold killing intent emanating from the leaf, Conrad's nerves jolted. He quickly changed tack, pleading, "Please, don't kill me! I surrender!" "Didn't I instruct you to kneel and beg your way around the Red Dust Restaurant?" Scarlett reminded him. "I'll do it! Just don't kill me. We can work something out!" But Scarlett's expression remained indifferent as she replied, "That was the earlier condition. You've missed your opportunity." Seeing her poised to flick the willow leaf, Conrad desperately attempted to evade with his Ladder Cloud Leap Technique. Yet, his injuries were too severe, leaving him immobilized. He was utterly rattled. Despite his status as a profound grandmaster, Conrad trembled uncontrollably at Scarlett's soft-spoken words, overwhelmed by a mix of dread and remorse. No wonder Steven had dared to mock him so brazenly. Damn it, he had someone backing him all along. No wonder he was so fearless. He and Alfred had thought they were the hunters. But it turned out they were the prey! But who could have imagined a fifth-grade profound grandmaster lurking in Levix City?