chapter 17 Take revenge and return to the Gu Family!

Outside room. All the Griffin family members looked at the long sword with resentment and fear on their faces, but no one dared to approach it. These days. What Acker did in the Savage Wilderness. Naturally, they heard a lot about it. Now that the Griffin family's main fighting force was gone, they didn't dare to stop him, and they couldn't stop him. But curses of all kinds were indispensable. "Quickly, go inform the grand patriarch!" "What does this bastard want to do? Could it be that he wants to demolish the ancestral hall?" "He is indeed an ungrateful bastard! He is repaying kindness with vengeance!" "Nonsense!" Little Fool couldn't bear it any longer and started arguing with everyone. "The Young Master did not feel sorry for the Griffin family, it was the Griffin family that felt sorry for the Young Master!" But her voice was quickly muffled. "The worst thing Auron did was bring him back!" "Don't mention him, huh, he favors Acker in everything. He is not worthy of being the Lord Griffin. He dies at the hands of this bastard, he suffers the consequences!" "..." "You..." Little Fool was so angry that she burst into tears. "You guys are talking nonsense..." … Inside the ancestral hall. "Father." Acker carefully wiped the dust off the memorial tablet and kept mumbling. "You heard me." "We have worked hard for the Griffin family for so long, and raised the Griffin family step by step to its current status, but they are all blind and cannot see!" "Father, the Griffin family is corrupted!" While talking. He slowly closed his eyes. "Then...there is no need to exist!" … Within the space of consciousness. "Huh?" When the dark figure saw Acker again, his expression perked up. "Boy, you're here again! What, have you figured it out? I told you before that the little girl is my apprentice... eh?" Half the story. He suddenly noticed something strange about Acker. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, so fierce!" Before. Even though Acker was fierce when he spoke and acted, it was nowhere near one-tenth of what he was today! "Unexpectedly." The dark figure looked surprised. "You are a natural cultivator of demons! Think about it, do you want to be my registered disciple?" "I want revenge." Acker got straight to the point. "Do me a favor." "Help you? Why!" "I owe you a favor." "It's a joke, your favor is of no use, I'm not interested...ahem!" Looking at the dozens of sword intents hovering around him. He looked serious. Backing off immediately. "Ahem... tell me, how can I help you? Although I am a demon cultivator, I am also a warm-hearted person!" "My adoptive father." Acker's tone was low. "He was framed! He was framed by the clansmen he trusted the most! So..." Listen to what he said. The dark figure fell silent for the first time. Previously, he had been asleep for most of the time. He only knew that the gold seal suddenly fell into Acker's hands, and he didn't know much about what happened to Auron. "I see!" After a while. He sighed suddenly. "Betrayed by the most trusted person... I understand this feeling! Anyway, I will help you today!" … Skyforce City. In the center of the inner city. There was a Martial Arts Arena built of bluestone with a radius of ten feet. Now, the Martial Arts Arena was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and it was blocked. Ahead. A middle-aged man with a majestic expression and wearing a brocade robe sat in the center. He was the Lord of Skyforce City, James Willow. On either side of him. It was filled with all the patriarchs in the city. However, except for Guido, the other patriarch’s faces looked unhappy. Of course, they understood. This competition was just a formality. With Peso's current strength, it would be extremely easy to win the crown. James naturally didn't care. As a City Lord. He only needed to maintain the stability of Skyforce City, and as for each family...the more fierce the fight, the better. "Report to the City Lord!" At this moment, a guard stepped forward and said, "The time has come!" "Ok." James nodded, a little absent-mindedly. "Then let's get started." With that, he subconsciously glanced at the quiet room behind him. Sitting there. It's the Prince Charles! … "Soul Capturing Technique!" Within the space of consciousness. The dark figure explained to Acker, "Strictly speaking, it is not a magical power, it is just a skill to use soul power! Your soul power is powerful, far better than others..." Speaking of which. His heart was bleeding. These soul powers... all belong to me! This little bastard, nothing good had ever happened to him since I met him! "Okay!" Acker nodded. "I see." This Soul Capturing Technique was naturally carefully selected by the dark figure, and it was perfect for the current situation. "Oh yeah." Before leaving. Acker suddenly turned around. "That favor is still valid!" Pooh! The dark figure cursed secretly. I don’t care about bullshit favors! "But..." He thought thoughtfully, "This boy is quite affectionate and righteous... No, no, no!" Before he finished, he shook his head. "Don't be soft-hearted!" "I still have to find a way to kill him!" … Outside. The Griffin family members became more and more angry as they scolded. Suddenly. The door of the ancestral hall was opened again, and Acker slowly walked out holding Auron's memorial tablet. For a moment. Silence! "Little Fool." Acker ignored everyone and drew his sword. "Let's go." "Yes!" Little Fool wiped away her tears and glared at everyone. "Young Master, these people are so bad, I never want to come back!" "Then we won't come back anymore." Behind. Everyone looked at Acker's back and wanted to crush him into pieces. "Oh yeah." Acker suddenly stopped. "One more thing." Buzz! The long sword trembled slightly, and two fierce sword energy suddenly flew out! Boom! Under the desperate and resentful eyes of the Griffin family, the magnificently built ancestral hall instantly turned into a pile of ruins! … In the Martial Arts Arena. Boom! A red color flashed across the spear in Peso's hand, and it hit his opponent instantly! The man spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell directly outside the ring! "Come on!" Peso didn't look at him and waved his spear. "Next!" " Young Lord Peso is so awesome!" "Whoever dares to step in is no match for him!" "Tsk, tsk, it seems that there is no suspense about this Martial Arts Academy qualification!" "..." Around the ring. Everyone was talking about it, which satisfied Peso's vanity to the extreme. To the opposite. On the seats in front, the patriarchs were all very upset. First came Acker! Now there was another Peso! What kind of luck did the Griffin family have? "Good." James nodded and looked at Guido Aside. "He has potential!" "You praise Peso far too much." Although he was scheming, Guido could not hide the smile on his face, "If Peso can go to the Martial Arts Academy, it will be a blessing for our Skyforce City and even for you!" "That's the truth." Naturally, James would not refuse his overtures. "I still have some old friends at the Martial Arts Academy. Before Peso goes, let him come to the City Lord’s manor!" "Thank you, City Lord!" The smile on Guido's face could not stop. James was also from the Martial Arts Academy. With his recommendation, even if he was not appreciated by Prince Charles, his future would be bright! "Hehe." Suddenly. A strange voice came. "Although Peso is excellent, he is still a little behind Acker!" "It's not a little worse, it's a lot worse!" Two people talking. They were patriarchs of the Zimmer and Wheat families in the city, and their families were also the only two wealthy families that could barely compete with the Griffin family. "What do you mean!" Guido’s face darkened. "This kind of sinner who kills his father must be punished! No matter how genius he is!" "But your Griffin family has offered such a huge reward, and he is still alive!" "Haha, your Griffin family, you have to be careful!" Naturally, the two of them were not complaining about Acker. It's just that I feel angry and want to make Guido feel sick. "Huh!" Guido sneered. "You two don't have to worry about it now. No more than half a day, that evildoer will die!" On the stage. Peso was calm and relaxed, looking at the room behind James from time to time. That noble man... He should have seen his potential, right? … Inside the room. "Ahem..." The Prince Charles coughed violently twice, and his face became even paler. "Your Highness!" Behind him. Alfred hurriedly stepped forward, and the spiritual power was injected into his body as if it were free of charge. "Okay." The Prince Charles waved his hand. "Save your strength, it's useless." "Your Highness." Alfred was extremely distressed. "What's so interesting about this Martial Arts Academy qualification competition? You are so weak, why not go to Master Xavier's place and see if he has figured out a way?" "Hehe." The Prince Charles smiled. "If he can think of it, he has figured it out a long time ago. Alas, it has been difficult for Master Xavier over the years." "While I can still move." He looked outside. "We should see more of the wonderful scenery in this world! Besides, this person looks young, but his strength is really good. I never thought that a small Skyforce City could have such a talent!" "He?" Alfred sneered. "Can such a person be considered a talent? In terms of someone with real potential, Master Xavier and I met someone in the Wild Forest..." Thinking of Acker. His face darkened. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, nothing! Your Highness, let's go back to Master Xavier's place. This competition is almost over. There's nothing to see anymore." "Oh, that's fine." Prince Charles slowly stood up. "This time, I'm going to trouble him again." … Outside the room. "How?" Peso smiled proudly when he saw that no one had come on stage for a long time. "Is there no one left?" "Haha, they are indeed a bunch of useless things!" Below. Being so humiliated by him, the disciples of all races clenched their hands and turned red. However, due to Peso's strength, no one dared to go up to the ring again. "City Lord." Regardless of the sour faces of the other patriarchs, Guido smiled proudly. "In my opinion, there is no need to continue this competition." "It's not necessary." James stood up slowly. "In that case, then the Martial Arts Academy qualifications..." "Wait!" Suddenly. A low and hoarse voice came from a distance. "Who is speaking?" Everyone looked at each other, but there were so many people here that it would be difficult to find the owner of the voice for a while. "Hmm?" James recognized the voice that had just spoken. With his cultivation in the Third-level Realm of Primordial Gathering, he could easily discover the source of the sound. "Acker!" "It's him!" The ones who discovered it later were Guido and the patriarchs. "Acker? Which Acker?" "Nonsense, who else could it be?" "What does it mean that he is back now? Does he still want the Martial Arts Academy qualification?" "What the hell! Can the city lord tolerate a man who killed his father?" "..." There was a lot of discussion. However, the crowd separated into a corridor on their own. Acker held Auron's memorial tablet in his left hand and held Little Fool in his right hand. He walked slowly to the edge of the ring with an expressionless face under various eyes. "Acker!" In the arena. Peso's face suddenly darkened! "Martial Arts Academy Qualification." Acker looked at him calmly. "It's mine. If you want it, you have to ask me first!"