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Quite a few of the Shadow Clan trembled at Emmanuel's words.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Alyssa even clenched her legs together as she was overcby an inexplicable chill.

"Hah, do you think we'd be scared of you?" Drakon found himself in a predicament. As the mighty head of the Shadow Clan, if I were to be cowed by a mere warning or two, how will I ever live it down? But as soon as he finished speaking, Emmanuel unleashed the Dragon-Breaking Palm, deliberately angling the strike just wide of Drakon.

Even so, the power of the strike left Drakon breaking out in a cold sweat, despite believing he had dodged it on his own.

Boom! The thunderous impact of the Dragon-Breaking Palm gave the stone wall a devastating blow, causing it to crumble and collapse.

Terrified, the commoners of the Shadow Clan fled in panic.

With their heads drenched in cold sweat, sof the highly skilled representatives were too scared to even risk making a move. 

"I've made myself clear. What you do next is entirely on you!" Emmanuel proceeded to walk away. Wherever he went, everyone parted to clear a path for him, intimidated by his formidable presence.

"D*mn it!!" Drakon gritted his teeth, agonizing over the complete and utter ruin of his prestige.

"Boss, this warning simply cannot be ignored laiding Alphonso couldn't help but persuade Drakon. We've had a taste of his strength firsthand, and he's no easy opponent. Not to mention Vachon-" "Afraid of him? As if!"

 Drakon uttered sempty platitudes as he aggressively slapped his leg. He was still tormented by the sense that all of his honor had been irrevocably lost.

Only after a few of the clan members persuaded him did he let out a cold snort. "D*mn it! In that case, we shall make the utmost preparations. Once we vanquish the Black Wolf Team, we shall savor Quell, Aurora, and Bella!" Emmanuel had been in a bad mood ever since he returned from the Shadow Clan.

He had witnessed the darkest depths of human nature on this island. He thought, It turns out that without the constraints of the law, people truly will commit atrocities! "Aqua, what's wrong with Mr. Emmanuel?" 

Aurora, accompanied by Ironskull and Ostrich, arrived at the Black Wolf Team's arena and found Emmanuel practicing maniacally by himself.

Aqua shook her head and pouted. "Since his return, he has immersed himself in relentless solo practice, insisting that he needs to prepare thoroughly for the Grim Reaper's Duel against the Shadow Clan." "He must be giving himself too much pressure given that Quell and TriSec are not participating!" Ironskull sighed.

"What are you talking about? Even if Quell and TriSec don't participate, with Mr. Emmanuel and Mr. Vachon, we're still guaranteed to win. There's no need for Mr. Emmanuel to push himself this far!" Ostrich immediately refuted his opinion. Emmanuel could hear them talking, but he continued his practice in silence.

I'm aware that my opponent isn't from the Shadow Clan and this is just the beginning.

My true enemies are the Airspace Group, the Queen of the Dark Night Islands and the modernized warrior unit that supports Yasmine Morgan! My abilities right now are truly lacking! I can't even guarantee that I can lead the Black Wolf Team all the way to the end! Emmanuel had reached the peak of perfection with his techniques, but he needed more power. However, his meridians were fundamentally beyond reconstruction, rendering him at a complete loss right now.

"Guys, go back and letpractice in peace!" Emmanuel suddenly stopped mid-practice. He went to sit in the middle of the arena and started meditating with his eyes closed.

Aqua and the other three exchanged glances. In the end, they heeded his words and 10.40 Thu, Jul 25 My Abilities Now Are Lacking left the scene.

It was unclear how much thad passed when it started snowing and th wind began picking up speed again.

Suddenly, a voice cfrom behind Emmanuel.

"Why? Why would you go through with this, knowing full well you have no chance of succeeding?" Emmanuel opened his eyes. He turned his head around and saw a woman in a white E cloak.

"Quell! It's you!"

Quell did not reply. She continued to say, "The truth is, Mr. Xarri Gad also this, My thought about doing this very thing years ago. He wanted to restore freedom for all of us!" 

"Mr. Xarri?" Emmanuel had heard this non countles occasions. This time, he finally caved in to curiosity and asked, "Who is he exactly?"

"My boss!" That's an ambiguous answer, Emmanuel thought, but that's not what's important! "He knew he couldn't accomplish it himself, yet he claimed that the person who succeeds him will bring his aspirations to fruition, Quell Said as she turned around and gazed up at the moon.

There was a trace of astonishment visible on Emmanuel's face. He grew even more curious about the true identity of Mr. Xarri.

Are there really prophets in this world?  That Mr. Xarri is truly steeped in legend! "Should you be weighed down by the mere challenge of facing off against the Shado Clan, you can call uponto join the fray!"

Facing Emmanuel, Quell's eyes conveyed a touch of derision surely being the objec of my disdain is still better than losing the duel, isn't it?"