This speed was definitely more than he could handle!
Sheron Perri's alarm bells rang loud in his mind, and he immediately retreated without any intention of acting tough.
If he couldn't beat his opponent, he would retreat first; he was in the City Lord's Mansion, and he assumed this mysterious person wouldn't dare to act recklessly here.
But he had only run a few steps back when the masked man caught up with him and began to spar with him barehanded.
Sheron Perri had now cultivated to the Saint Seat Eighth Level, and most people were no longer a match for him, but facing this masked man, he still felt greatly strained.
He was certain he hadn't offended anyone recently; he just didn't know if this person had come for the City Lord.
If that was the case, he would definitely prioritize protecting the City Lord's safety above all else.
While sparring with the masked man, Sheron Perri realized his opponent's strength was absolutely superior to his own.
