Chapter 196 - 196: 196: On the Eve of the Great Battle_1

Chapter 196 - 196: 196: On the Eve of the Great Battle_1

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Regarding Emily Taylor’s message, Cato Cain dared not neglect it.

He hurriedly picked up his phone and opened the message.

The content of the message was very brief, with only a few words: Keep an eye on Ethan Smith. If necessary, you can kill Conrad Schroeder or even wipe out the Schroeder Family.

Cato’s expression became solemn, and he quickly replied: “Yes, Miss Taylor.”

After replying, Cato couldn’t help but take a few strong puffs of his cigarette.

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“What kind of fortune did this Ethan Smith accumulate in his past life...” Cato shook his head.

On the other side, after Ethan Smith finished his challenge, he rushed directly to the Eastern Cemetery.

This place was desolate and full of dark energy, giving those who stepped inside an uncomfortable feeling.

Ethan Smith first went around the cemetery, then left and went to the market.

He strolled around the market, causing many people to gather and watch.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

“Isn’t that Ethan Smith? He actually has the leisure to go shopping in the market?”

“Quickly stay away from him, or else we might get ourselves in trouble.” As for the gossip of outsiders, Ethan Smith remained unmoved.

He bought many strange and peculiar items before returning to the Eastern Cemetery.

In the following days, Ethan Smith didn’t leave the Eastern Cemetery. He stayed there all day, and nobody knew what he was up to.

Uncle Armando observed Ethan Smith quietly from the shadows.

“Hmm, what does this Ethan Smith want to do?” Uncle Armando couldn’t help but frown when he saw Ethan’s peculiar actions.

“Uncle, do you want me to go down and test him?” asked someone beside him.

Uncle Armando was silent for a moment, and then said coldly, “I will do it myself. ”

Then, he walked into the Eastern Cemetery with his hands clasped behind his back.

At this time, Ethan Smith was sitting in the Eastern Cemetery, breathing in and out.

Everything seemed extremely calm.

It wasn’t until Uncle Armando came by that Ethan slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Uncle Armando with a face full of dark energy, Ethan said coldly,

‘You must be the Schroeder Family’s loyal dog.”

Uncle Armando’s face changed, and the person beside him seemed ready to make a move!

“You seem to have a lot of leisure,” Uncle Armando sneered.

Ethan glanced at him and said indifferently, “Just say what you have to say. I don’t want to see people from the Schroeder Family.”

He never expected Ethan Smith to be so arrogant!

Uncle Armando said with pain, “Family Head, my cultivation is destroyed, you must avenge me...”

Conrad Schroeder glanced at Uncle Armando and coldly said, “Don’t worry, I will peel his skin and extract his tendons, cut him into thousands of pieces!”

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, only one night remained before the two faced off.

That night, Ethan Smith slowly opened his eves.

“Foundation Building Stage 3, almost no chance of winning against a Grandmaster,” Ethan Smith softly muttered.

He flipped his palm and took out the bronze sword and the stone statue.

“I wonder if this bronze sword can give me a surprise.” Ethan Smith held the bronze sword in his right hand, muttering to himself.

The next morning.

The Eastern Cemetery was crowded.

Many martial artists came to witness the event, fearing they’d miss the show.

They didn’t dare to approach, surrounding the area from all sides.

Keith Moore also arrived at the scene, his face a mix of emotions as he looked at Ethan Smith, who was sitting cross-legged.

“Look, Ethan Smith is already here.”

“What’s he doing sitting there like that? It’s like he’s meditating.”

“Don’t you guys think it’s weird, ever since I stepped into this Eastern Cemetery, I feel a sense of oppression.”

“Right, there’s too much dark energy in the Eastern Cemetery. It conflicts with our inner strength, naturally reducing our strength.”

“Is it Ethan Smith’s deliberate plan? But he would be affected too.”

For a moment, the surroundings were filled with discussions.

Cato Cain and another Grandmaster, responsible for protecting Ethan Smith’s safety, also arrived at the scene.

This Grandmaster was Miguel Pratt. Although his strength wasn’t as great as Cato Cain’s, he was still a top-tier Grandmaster.

He was far beyond the likes of the newly promoted Grandmaster, Conrad Schroeder.

The two concealed their auras, observing from the dark.

“Brother Cain, my inner strength also seems to be feeling a suppression,” Miguel Pratt said in a low voice.

Cato Cain nodded slightly and said, “No matter the level of strength, there will be some suppression, but the stronger one is, the less affected they’ll be.” Miguel Pratt exclaimed, “Then isn’t Ethan Smith digging his own grave?” Cato Cain was also puzzled.

He knew that Conrad Schroeder was a Grandmaster, surely the suppression he would feel would be far less than Ethan Smith’s.

Just as the two were confused, a Rolls-Royce arrived ostentatiously. As soon as the car stopped, Conrad Schroeder stepped out of the car..