Chapter 345 Charley Yu

As soon as Zachary appeared, the other disciples glared at him. They knew about the recent event that Zachary had injured two of Charley's subordinates.

"Charley, it's him. He attacked us!" shouted Peter, who had lost one of his hands, to a tall, strong man next to him. The man wore tight, red clothes. He had a square face, a high-bridged nose, and narrow eyes. His face had a sinister expression.

Jimmy glanced at the man before turning and whispering to Zachary, "He is Charley." His face immediately darkened.

Zachary turned his head and gazed at Charley. He sensed that Charley's strength was at the medium stage of King Level, which was a little higher than his.

Concurrently, Charley glared at Zachary with a cold expression. A malevolent glint flashed in his eyes as he raised the knife in his left hand and swung it in the air as if warning Zachary of imminent danger.

Jimmy, who was beside Zachary, shivered and stepped aside to avoid being involved.

Soon, the disciples around Charley stepped forward, intending to surround Zachary. They wanted to avenge their fellowmen's injuries.

"Ha-ha..." At this moment, wild laughter burst out. It came from another group of disciples, who were confronting Charley.

Charley and his men also glanced in the direction of the laughter, only to see a burly disciple with an imposing manner step forward from the crowd. He wore an iron mask and had an imposing manner. In place of his left hand, the man had an iron arm. The strong aura of the premium stage of King Level was enough to frighten everyone.

"What are you laughing at, Tyson?" Charley shouted.

"Nothing. I just think that the guy is a newcomer. Why do you have so many people to welcome him? People who don't know what is happening might think that you are bullying the newcomer!" Tyson said sarcastically.

"He injured two of my men. It's clear that he doesn't take me seriously, which is why he thinks he can disrespect me. There are rules in the Dark Prison. If he hurts others and I let him go unpunished, what will people think of me when they hear about this incident? How can I expect to maintain my reputation," Charley retorted.

"Your reputation? Do you think the people in the Dark Prison care about such a thing? With your actions, you might

he wasn't very strong, then they would have considered him to be a master.

When those disciples rushed to the wooden statue's position, Zachary changed his position again. This time, he moved to the center, where he was doing push-ups with only one finger against the ground.

Seeing that Zachary was prostrate, the disciples thought that he would be unable to escape this time. So, they pounced on Zachary like hungry tigers seeing their food.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

In an instant, there was a burst of noise, and the disciples piled up on Zachary's location like a small mountain.

"Did you catch him? Punch him hard!" Charley shouted.

But when the disciples struggled to separate to check, they found nothing under their bodies.

"Okay, I finally finished warming up." At this time, a mocking voice echoed through the space.

The disciples turned and found that Zachary had returned to his original position, unnoticed.

By now, Zachary had completely infuriated Charley and his disciples. They felt that Zachary was taunting them. So they stared at him with ferocious expressions and pounced on him again.

With a display of their martial arts, the disciples approached Zachary, ready to attack. However, Zachary, who had been still all this while, suddenly moved. Numerous phantoms appeared and overlapped. It was difficult to tell which one was the real Zachary.

Simultaneously, several needle shadows shot out. Before the disciples could move, they felt their bodies stiffening.

Bang! Bang! Bang!