As Kingpin had once been, the henchmen were now all terrified out of their wits.
Even now, they could not accurately remember what had actually happened. A tiger—an image of a tiger had
appeared above the crazy ba****d’s head. And that image of the tiger had then injured them all with one swipe of
its claws, far more dangerous than any real tiger.
There was no way it could have happened unless... unless they had stumbled across a King Class warrior, just like in
the legends. But... it was impossible. No King Class warrior would bother to visit their unimportant little base. It was
so unimportant that it would barely display as a blip on any map.
Sesame Cookie, who was blissfully oblivious to the existence of the King Class warriors, continued to firmly believe
in his theory that Zeke was a God who had descended from Heaven.
Finished with this place, Zeke nodded at Sesame Cookie curtly. “Come on, let’s head to the next place.”
“On it,” Sesame Cookie agreed hastily.
After leaving the Mount Ymir Sect, Sesame Cookie indeed brought Zeke to track down the other two sects who had
been following Missy’s movements last night.
It was none other than the Twin Sect and the Beasts Sect. Zeke had proceeded to slaughter every single man who
had followed Missy last night, down to the last person.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs he travelled between the sects, Zeke had discovered what seemed like a suspicious plot in the works.
The names of the Four Hidden Sects and the Four Great Martial Houses shared too many similarities to be a sheer
coincidence. Their names were all seemingly connected.
The Carter sect lived on Mount Final, whereas the Ancient Tomb Sect could also trace their origins to Mount Final.
As far as Zeke knew, the Fields sect secluded themselves on the peak of Mount Ymir. And yet, as their names
suggested, the Mount Ymir Sect originated from Mount Ymir.
Next was the famed Killingsworth sect who lived in the Twin Peaks, the very mountains which had also given rise to
the Great Martial House of the Twin Sect.
And how could he forget the Drake sect who lived on Mount Fang? The Beasts Sect were also a famous Martial
House who had originated from Mount Fang.
Even a fool would be hard-pressed to not find any connection between the Four Hidden Sects and the Four Great
Martial Houses.
“So, the legend of the Four Hidden Sects secluding themselves from the world to hide on their mountains is nothing
but a lie,” Zeke mused. “The Four Great Martial Houses must be their puppets. Everything that the Four Hidden
Sects needed doing in the outside world would be done through them. Well, well, well, none of them are going to
escape this time.”
Once again, Zeke notified Hunting Wolf to begin his cleanup operations before bringing Sesame Cookie to
rendezvous with Mr. Collins.
Unexpectedly, he walked in on Mr. Collins coaching Missy in stance training.
The old man was teaching Missy the horse stance. Despite her small age, Missy was doing well. She held her stance
steadily, her form looking perfect.
But her face showed the strain of her exertion. Sweat dripped down her red cheeks, but she did not make a single
sound of complaint, only gritting her teeth and looking adorably focused.
Upon seeing Zeke’s return, Mr. Collins hurriedly ran over to meet him, and in a shocking gesture, he knelt before
Zeke.
“Great Marshal,” he said sincerely. “I have but one bold request to make. I hope you will consider it.”
Zeke nodded. “Let’s hear it.”
Mr. Collins said, “I’d like to take Missy as my apprentice and teach her everything I have ever learned in my life.”
Zeke laughed and gently helped Mr. Collins up. “Why the sudden suggestion, Mr. Collins?”
“I tested Missy on her martial arts ability just now,” Mr. Collins began slowly. “From every single aspect, including
speed, dexterity or power, Missy far exceeds anyone of her same age group by at least ten times. She’s been
holding the horse stance for one and a half hours now. I haven’t even heard her complain once. Honestly, her
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmstamina is beyond what most adults even have. I also need to mention that she’s as smart as a whip, our Missy. She
picked up everything I taught her easily after I explained it a bit.”
Mr. Collins shook his head and smiled. “She’s a one in a thousand—no, a one in a million martial arts prodigy, Zeke.
If she doesn’t learn the arts, Eurasia will mourn the loss of such a talented warrior.”
Zeke was slightly surprised. While he knew Missy was a born martial arts prodigy, he had never expected her to be
so talented to the point where she could earn Mr. Collins unceasing praises.
“You know I can’t make that choice for her,” Zeke said. “I respect Missy’s decision.”
He walked over to Missy and wiped away the sweat beading on her forehead tenderly, feeling his heart ache slightly
at the sight of his daughter practicing so earnestly. “Why don’t you take a break, Missy? You look tired.”
“No, daddy,” Missy said resolutely, gritting her teeth. “Grandpa Collins said only a true martial arts warrior can hold
the stance for two hours. I’m going to prove that I can be a true warrior!”
“Alright, kid.” Zeke smiled. “Can you tell daddy why you want to be a martial arts warrior?”
Despite the strenuous position she was in, Missy smiled. Her smile was so pure that it made Zeke’s heart thump
wildly all over again. “I want to be like you and Grandpa Collins, daddy. I want to be a hero who can catch all the
bad guys in the world!”