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"Boom!"
Leonard Churchill's fist roared toward Young Master Mick's face.
Enveloped by the destructive force of Earth Roar, ripples that twisted the very air swirled around his fist.
Young Master Mick had been so petrified by this sudden murderous intent that he couldn't move; if this punch were to land, even if it didn't kill him, he'd lose half his life.
However, at this critical moment of extreme danger, a cold snort "How dare you!" suddenly rang out, followed by a fierce Sword Air slashing straight towards them.
Leonard sensed the Sword Air at his waist that seemed to cleave him in two, and a mocking smile that held no surprise edged the corners of his lips.
General Logan truly lived up to his reputation as a seasoned powerhouse; seeing that it was too late to save his own nephew, he cleverly released that strike, diffusing the dangerous situation.
If Leonard didn't dodge, he'd certainly be struck.
Even if he killed the man, he wouldn't get away unscathed.
