Chapter 532

Sebastian could very well come from one of the nine prestigious sects.

At the thought of that, Marco's face darkened.

"What, Mr. Rivera? Is this all you've got? If that's the case, we should rename the Riverville Warrior League to the Ballard Warrior League, after my surname." Sebastian chuckled.

Marco was infuriated as anger roiled within him. He yelled, "Brat, you've gone too far thinking you're some hotshot! I didn't want to kill you, but it seems like the only way for you is death!"

He gathered his energy and attacked Sebastian once more.

This time, Sebastian didn't hold back.

Within three moves, Marco was punched in the chest. It sent him flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He slammed into the floor and tumbled away before stopping at a distance.

Blood dripped down his chin as he coughed more out.

"Mr. Rivera!" the Riverville Warrior League members cried in horror.

None of them would have ever expected Marco, their leader and the top martial artist in River