Chapter 383

"Old Nuisance, are you regretting it now?" Steven sneered. Conrad had insulted him countless times, and now was the perfect moment to strike back. Otherwise, wouldn't all his efforts to please Scarlett have been in vain? "Grandmaster Lewis, I was wrong. I deserve to die a thousand deaths for my ignorance and disrespect. Please treat me as nothing more than a passing wind!" Conrad, despite his injuries, struggled to kneel, his aged face filled with humility as he repeatedly banged his head on the ground and pleaded for mercy. "Old Nuisance, where did you learn to be so thick-skinned?" Steven gasped in shock. Conrad not only possessed the martial skills of a profound grandmaster but also had an equally thick skin. His groveling was exceptionally smooth and natural. "I was foolish to serve Alfred Silva! Grandmaster Lewis, I beg you to spare my life, considering my foolishness!" Conrad, devoid of any dignity expected from a profound grandmaster, desperately kneeled down in front of Steven and begged. Despite being a profound grandmaster, his forehead was bruised and bleeding, showing the force of his pleas. However, Scarlett's nonchalant remark struck him to the core. "How utterly spineless. Your life is worthless. I might as well end it." "No! I have some value!" Conrad hastily pleaded. "My 13 Techniques of Inner Harmony are revered in the Profound Grandmaster Realm. Grandmaster Lewis, you can benefit from that!" "You want to teach me? Who do you think you're disrespecting?" Steven approached, delivering a confident and audacious slap across Conrad's face. "Do you think that someone like you can teach me? The only ones capable enough are the Medicine Saint Master and the enigmatic Scarlett Fischer! "Who do you think you are, trying to teach me martial skills? Furthermore, with my double pupils' eidetic memory and ability to replicate martial arts, I've long mastered whatever skills you possess." Conrad was a profound grandmaster and, thus, physically robust. A slap across the ear wouldn't cause him much pain, but it was profoundly humiliating. However, he didn't dare to provoke Steven further. Upon hearing Steven's disdain for his martial skills, Conrad grew increasingly anxious. "I also possess a weapon, and it's divine!" He retrieved a dagger from his cloak. Carefully, he explained, "This is a profound-grandmaster-level weapon bestowed upon me by the Silva family, known as the 'Deadly Dagger,' and forged from Froststeel, which is a metal known to inflict Frostbite Poison upon those it wounds!" Steven took the dagger from Conrad and drew it from its sheath. The dagger gleamed with a frosty light, and Steven could feel an icy chill emanating from its blade, sending shivers down his spine. Conrad didn't need to elaborate on how terrifying Frostbite Poison could be. Steven was a Miracle Doctor, naturally sensitive to the strength of Frostbite Poison. Even for him, managing such a potent toxin would prove quite challenging. "Grandmaster Lewis, are you satisfied?" Conrad cautiously inquired. In response, Steven swiftly delivered another slap across his face. "If you had such a valuable item, why didn't you show it earlier? Were you planning to use it against me?" Steven felt slightly apprehensive. He realized that he had been somewhat careless in his approach earlier. It could have been dangerous if Conrad had launched a fierce attack against him. He wouldn't have died, but it would have delayed his upcoming duel with Caspian in just two days. Conrad's intentions deserved severe condemnation. "I wouldn't dare!" Conrad was nearly brought to tears by all the slapping. He had considered an ambush, but with a skilled observer nearby, he hadn't found the opportunity. In their recent battle, he hadn't even had a chance to draw the dagger before being defeated. "However, Old Nuisance, you've hidden it quite well. This dagger is certainly something valuable..." Steven examined the dagger, visibly pleased.  Weapons were ranked from highest to lowest as such: divine, heavenly, earthly, mystical, and yellow. A yellow-grade weapon was considered divine by ordinary people, as it was capable of cutting through hair and iron effortlessly. However, for profound grandmasters, it posed no real threat as they could project energy to form defensive barriers, rendering yellow-ranked weapons ineffective against them.