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Novel Catalog
Chapter 197
Felicity’s patience wore thin as she pulled out her ID card with a grimace. “I’m Sagen’s Deputy Chief Inspector. I suspect there’s a criminal hiding in this area. Please cooperate with us!” Her tone was sharp, demanding.
The old man, unperturbed, snorted dismissively. “I don’t care who you are, girl. Even if God himself comes, I won’t let him in!”
Realizing the stubbornness of the old man, Nash and Angelica took a few steps back, anticipating trouble.
Bang!
Without hesitation, Felicity launched a punch, shattering part of the wooden fence. She moved swiftly, grabbing the old man by the collar, her grip firm.
The old man furrowed his brow, and the tobacco pipe he had been holding dropped as he regarded her warily. Felicity’s frown deepened as she took in the sight of him. “I didn’t expect you to be a martial artist…”
With a swift movement, the old man spun his tobacco pipe like a weapon, swinging it toward Felicity’s throat. She instinctively tilted her head to dodge, narrowly avoiding the attack.
The old man stood up fully, then, with surprising speed, smashed the remaining part of the fence with a single punch. Felicity reacted in kind, her fist shooting out toward him in retaliation.
Boom!
The force of the blow sent Felicity stumbling backward several steps, but the old man remained still, his feet planted firmly on the ground.
The old man let out a low laugh. “Girl, you’re too weak… come back after you’ve trained more!”
Felicity stood still for a moment, her eyes wide with shock. “You’re a great-grandmaster…”
She was a stage nine grandmaster, yet she couldn’t even make the old man flinch. The realization hit her hard: the old man was at least a stage three great-grandmaster.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Stage three…” she whispered under her breath.
In the martial arts world, there were two paths: physical energy and inner energy. Those who practiced physical energy focused on strengthening their bodies through martial techniques, while those who cultivated inner energy sought to develop their spiritual strength.
The martial arts community divided both paths into stages, each with nine levels: Gathering Energy, Grandmaster, and Great-Grandmaster. Few had the talent or perseverance to reach the Grandmaster Realm, and even fewer could ascend to the Great-Grandmaster stage. The mere thought of encountering someone at that level seemed almost impossible—until now.
A stage three great-grandmaster? Felicity felt a mix of awe and disbelief.
Nash, always the diplomat, took a step forward, trying a different approach. “Sir, we really need to enter the cemetery for important business. Please, cooperate with us.”
The old man took a long puff from his tobacco pipe, chuckling deeply. “Aren’t you three a bit crazy? Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance. Come at me all at once, and if any of you can simply graze my clothes, I’ll let you in.”
Felicity’s warning came quickly. “Nash, don’t underestimate him. This guy is strong. Just forget it!”
But Nash, never one to back down, sighed. “Then please come out. I’ll fight you!”
With a leisurely motion, the old man opened the door and stepped outside.
Felicity was about to speak, but the old man wasted no time. Before Nash could even react, the old man swung his tobacco pipe with blinding speed, landing a solid strike to Nash’s head.
Bang!
The sound echoed in the air, followed by a dull splash.
Nash’s body went limp as he was sent hurtling into the water below.
Felicity stood frozen, her mouth agape in disbelief. “What the hell…?”
She turned slowly to look at Angelica, who was equally stunned.
“You’re not dreaming,” Angelica said with wide eyes. “Mr. Calcraft is just that strong!”
It was then that Felicity recalled the last time she had seen Nash fight, back during the incident at Rococo Technology Co., when he had effortlessly defeated dozens of elite bodyguards hired by Helena. He had done it with astonishing speed and skill, leaving everyone in awe.
Now, standing on the shore, the old man coughed up water and climbed out of the lake, his eyes wide with horror. “You… You’re from the Profound Reality Realm?”
Nash, grinning, wiped the water from his face. “Can we enter now?” he asked, his tone light and casual, as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
The old man stared at him for a long moment, his expression slowly changing from disbelief to respect. Finally, he nodded stiffly. “You may enter.”