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“How do you know that?”

The official undercover agent Tyrion Luther chuckled: “1 got lucky and witnessed a Seventh Layer powerhouse take action, so 1 have a bit of understanding regarding the strength of high-order cultivators.”

“Hiss! A Seventh Layer high-order powerhouse, 1 think someone mentioned last time that he’s not even twenty years old.”

“Not even twenty and at the Seventh Layer, what kind of monster is he!?”

“Such a Monster Genius actually became a bodyguard for Mathilda Ward, isn’t her background too exaggerated? What does her family do?”

“I heard that Mathilda Ward’s family has a significant military background…”

Tyrion Luther reminded: “Did you guys notice the young man in the Daoist robe holding the lightning? I feel that he is even stronger than Darren Callum.”

“That guy does look really strong, but he’s not handsome enough, not interesting, I still think that punch from Darren Callum was cooler.”

“Are you guys getting the focus wrong? No matter how strong this guy is, it has nothing to do with us, the question now is whether Mr. Napoleon Knowles can beat him?”

In an instant, the chat group fell silent, and Denny Knowles, holding the video camera, tightened his butt.

Old man, brothers, let’s not talk about this topic, okay? I’m just an Initial Stage of Fifth Layer Heaven cultivator, going head-on against a Seventh Layer high-order powerhouse.

Luckily, no one is paying attention to him now. Those in the Live Broadcast Room have already started releasing their excitement on their social circles.

Soon, with these people sharing and spreading, videos and screenshots quickly spread online, even making their way to some online forums swiftly.

And the images for covers or screenshots all highlighted the Overbearing scene where Damon Lopes, encircled by lightning, stood in the air, wielding a thunderous strike that shattered a demon.

As for the scene where Jack Clark stood on the car roof and blasted away dozens of rockets with a punch, it also spread, but it couldn’t compare to Damon Lopes in terms of popularity.

Especially when terms like Innate Awakened Ones and “guaranteed to become king-level within ten years” were intermixed, they were particularly eye-catching.

It was already six o’clock, and when Doris Clark came home from work and saw Glenn Clark’s shoes at the entrance, she called out: “Jim, you’ve come back so early today?”

“Mom, bro was so badass, at the Seventh Layer, Seventh Layer Heaven!”

“…What are you talking about?” Doris Clark was somewhat baffled as she looked at the excited and thrilled Glenn Clark upstairs.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, and flames burned.

Jack Clark stood coldly on the car roof, his gaze set in the distance.

Then, with a flash of lightning, Damon Lopes appeared at the side of the car, his demeanor free and easy: “Brother Callum, all the enemies have been killed, come down.”

On the car roof, Jack Clark indifferently said: “No rush, I’ll stand here a little longer.”

“You’re really something,” admiration showed on Damon Lopes’s face.

The fight was over, yet he still wanted to stand on the car roof to show off for a while—this thick-skinned approach was so impressive that even I have to admire the king of cool, but this time, definitely without my occasion to shine.

Ha ha… Thinking of this, Damon Lopes felt a sense of relief.

Without minding Damon Lopes, Jack Clark’s gaze grew more serious because those Demon Eyes were still there, watching them continuously through someone else’s eyes.

And the enemy was even stronger than Tyler Lance and the others had estimated. The imperceptible gaze even made him feel ‘a bit’ of danger now.

True to a Demon King Level Strong one.

And besides strength, their methods were also very peculiar.

Because it was ‘refracting’ through another person’s eyes, Jack Clark couldn’t pinpoint its position through vision, only able to vaguely sense the general direction of the other party.

And the other party was very far from him, probably more than ten kilometers away.

However, if he could find and eliminate this King’s Avatar lurking nearby…

Jack Clark’s eyes flickered, and suddenly he said: “Mr. Lopes, take good care of Miss Ward and the others, I need to leave for a bit.”

Damon Lopes’s eyes condensed: “Found something?”

Jack Clark spoke softly: “I have some vague sensations, but can’t lock onto the location. 1 want to see if I can draw it out.”

“We can’t both leave. One must stay to protect Miss Ward, to prevent a possible lurking Akunus. I don’t trust anyone else to do it,” he added solemnly.

Damon Lopes spoke gravely: “Are you confident?”

“As long as 1 want to leave, it can’t hold me,” said Jack Clark, his tone calm, exuding strong confidence.

He didn’t mention killing or suppressing that King’s Avatar; after all, that was a King-level existence, and even if it was just an Avatar, it wouldn’t be that simple.

Who knew what Secret Skills or demonic arts the other party had mastered since defeat and killing were two different concepts.

When there’s only a slight difference of one or two lesser realms in the strength between two sides, the weaker one can escape with injuries if they are willing to flee, unless they choose to fight to the death.

Jack Clark continued: “Don’t worry, 1 won’t be reckless. Even if I lock onto its position, I’ll only tie it down and wait for the high-ranking powerhouses to arrive.”

In order to prevent the enemy from fearing to show up, the military did station Eighth Layer Experts at each base, but they typically remained a hundred kilometers away.

A distance of over a hundred kilometers was merely a few minutes’ journey for an Eighth Layer Expert.

“Be careful.”

Damon Lopes said no more, for he knew that Jack Clark’s strength was not inferior to his, and holding off the King’s Avatar for several minutes was not a problem at all.

As the imposing figure of Les approached, Jack couldn’t help but point in the direction of Napoleon Knowles and his companion: “Major Les, there are two more over there.”

“Don’t, don’t kill us.”

“We surrender, we were just passing by.”

“Yes, just passing by…”

No sooner had Jack spoken than Napoleon Knowles at the edge of the forest on the hillside and Kasa a few dozen meters away lying behind some weeds stood up in a panic.

Both men held their hands high in a gesture of surrender.

Helpless, for these guys were too fearsome, they worried that if they surrendered too late, they’d be straightaway blasted by the enemy as attackers.

Looking at the two men, Jack’s feet thundered beneath him.

Boom! Jack leaped hundreds of meters into the air, his silhouette traced an arc and smashed into the forest three hundred meters away, the dirt exploded beneath his feet, and the ground trembled.

In an instant, a Demon Cultist lying on the ground twenty-odd meters away, who was concealing his aura and retreating, was taken aback.

Boom!

With a punch from Jack, the terrifying pressure of the fist exploded instantaneously, the air in front directly compressed by the horrifying strength into a ten-meter diameter golden fist imprint.

Boom!

Under the unrivaled domination of the golden fist imprint, the Earth collapsed, dirt flew, and trees within tens of meters range were violently snapped under the fierce energy, with raging winds howling.

And that Demon Cultist was directly obliterated, leaving not even a trace of flesh and blood, including the high-definition video camera he carried.

In the midst of the raging wind wave, Jack stood quietly and steadfast.

“Those eyes are gone, but I still have a slight feeling.” Jack looked into the distance, his hand by his ear, pressing lightly.

“This is Darren Callum, and I’ve vaguely sensed some traces of that demon king; I’m preparing to make a move myself to see if 1 can draw it out.”

“What!”

Everyone at the rear base stood up, they hadn’t expected Jack to actually detect Kautorus’s traces.

The middle-aged man with eagle-like eyebrows spoke gravely, “Tell him to prioritize his own safety. If he really encounters the enemy, just hold on; support will arrive very shortly.”

“Notify General Lake immediately, send Darren’s coordinates to him, and have him maintain a distance of fifty kilometers.”

For a Demon King’s Avatar, the threat posed by an Eighth Layer Expert was too great; they couldn’t get too close, or else they would be detected by the King’s Divine Soul’s subtle senses.

Jack’s figure moved, instantly turning into a dark shadow that shot out, vanishing from the forest in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the powerful’ aura of a Sixth Heaven Middle Stage burst forth unrestrained.

And as Jack, emitting his aura, approached the small town over ten kilometers away, a fleeting aura blinked far in the distance, more than ten kilometers away from him.

Whoosh!!

Jack’s figure burst into the small town ahead, the heavy steps on the asphalt cracked it, and the winds he brought with him caused many screams of terror.

In just a few breaths, Jack crossed the small town with a trail of afterimages.

At that moment, that seemingly nonexistent aura blinked again, ten kilometers away.

“Luring me over, are you.”

Jack’s eyes flashed, not hesitating; he crushed the ground beneath him and shot out at a balanced and constant speed with the other, while his voice resounded in his earpiece.

“The enemy is leading me there, towards Mason City.”

A serious voice came through Jack’s earpiece, “Watch out, try not to engage in the city.”

“1 understand.”

With the combat power of Jack and a Demon King’s Avatar above the Seventh Layer, engaging in a battle within the city would cause tremendous destruction, and the fallout would result in countless deaths and injuries.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!

On another road, Jack’s figure appeared, sprinting at high speed and overtaking car after car, causing the drivers to cry out in shock.

In just over a few minutes, Jack, with a normal speed of two hundred meters per second, had crossed over thirty kilometers and entered the bustling Mason City.

But because of the distant, Jack could still only vaguely sense and could not pinpoint the exact location of the other party without being seen.