Mrs. and Mr. Smith

His five viscera and six bowels have suffered an immense shock, causing him to convulse in pain on the ground.

“Wah!”

A mouthful of fresh blood was violently expelled from Ethan’s mouth! Every part of his body was in intense pain!

Such was the power of the Martial Saint Weapon! Just one random strike and it defeated all of Ethan’s defenses!

“Hmph, let’s see how you run!” Davy Barnett coldly stated.

He retrieved the Prajna Ruler and strode towards Ethan.

Ethan gritted his teeth, forcing his body upright once again.

Then, Ethan summoned all his strength, invoked “Shrinking Ground Into An Inch,” and took off!

Davy Barnett’s face chilled with anger and he exclaimed, “He can still stand! His physical resilience is beyond imagination!”

He coldly looked in Ethan’s direction and sneered, “Even if you don’t die, you’ll be gravely injured. I’d like to see where you can run to!”

Thus, Davy Barnett turned towards several men in black and gold robes and bellowed, “Go and bring him back!”

These black and gold robed men were also severely injured, but they wouldn’t dare disregard Davy Barnett’s orders, so they began pursuing Ethan.

Davy Barnett watched Emily Taylor warily. He didn’t pursue Ethan himself because he feared someone would seize the opportunity to abduct Emily.

On the other side, Ethan was fleeing for his life.

The powerful strike delivered by the Martial Saint left him badly wounded, blood continuously spewed from his mouth.

But even so, Ethan dared not stop. If he were to be caught and brought back, it was certain death!

Thankfully, the black and gold robed men were also badly injured and were not fast; they fell behind Ethan.

After about ten minutes, Ethan could no longer be seen.

The men stood in their original positions, furrowing their brows, “He got away, what do we do now?”

“What can we do? We are also injured. How could we possibly catch up?”

“Let’s go back and report.”

The men exchanged glances, then turned and headed back to Martial Arts Academy.

“President Barnett, we were unable to capture him,” they reported upon their return.

Davy Barnett’s face changed, filled with anger he shouted, “Useless! He was hit by the Martial Saint, gravely injured, how could you not catch up!”

“Mr. Barnett, we too were seriously injured,” the men solemnly stated.

Davy Barnett gritted his teeth and angrily muttered, “Useless, all of you!”

The black and gold robed men stood quietly under Davy Barnett’s rebuttal.

Not far away, the faces of many young nobles were gloomy, none more so than that of Dominic Taylor.

“That black-robed man… it was Ethan Smith!” Dominic clenched his teeth fiercely!

To think that he, the number one young noble, was unknowingly surpassed!

“I thought that black-robed man was some old monster who had cultivated for many years, I did not expect it to be Ethan.” Ricardo Bowman marveled from the sideline.

“To reach such a realm in less than two years, it’s… terrifying.” Darnell Bradley also nodded slightly in acknowledgement.

“I’m afraid we so-called sons of noble families are going to be completely overshadowed by this Ethan Smith.”

Dominic Taylor swept his cold gaze over everyone, he didn’t say anything and turned to leave.

“I, Blaise Rhodes, will definitely surpass that Ethan Smith!” Blaise announced loudly.

Then, he too turned and left the scene.

The young nobles also gradually dispersed, leaving behind three people: Daphne Green, Brian Bradley, and Emmett Middleton.

“I really didn’t expect the black-robed person who has been driving the Capital City Martial Arts Association into a tizzy to be Mr. Smith,” Emmett Middleton quipped.

“Yes, I didn’t expect it either.” Daphne’s beautiful eyes also reflected some surprise.

On one side, Brian Bradley said, “I suppose the two of you should be on par with Ethan’s level of strength.”

Once these words were spoken, both shook their heads and said, “You overestimate us, Mr. Bradley. If Dominic Taylor is not even his match, how could we be?”

Brian Bradley faintly said, “I believe that the two of you have probably already surpassed Dominic Taylor.”

After dropping this remark, Brian Bradley also left the scene.

…

Ethan had escaped all the way back to his own house.

His aura was extremely weak, and intense pain radiated from all of his body. Bones within his flesh were shattered.

Given Ethan’s current state, even a Grandmaster, let alone a Marquis, could kill him!

“It truly is a Martial Saint Weapon…” Ethan was extremely weak and spat out another mouthful of blood.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, trying to heal his injuries.

But his injuries were far too severe to be healed in a short time. It would take at least half a month!

Half a month was far too luxurious for Ethan. There were so many things he needed to do that he could not afford to waste half a month.

Ethan was leaning against the wall, struggling to stay upright.

He took out the two male corpses and inspected them carefully.

Indeed, the two male bodies were intact.

“The two men accompanying the masked woman are so terrifying, I can’t imagine how powerful the masked woman herself is…” Ethan thought to himself.

Then, Ethan put away the two corpses and began treating his wounds.

…

Only half a day had passed since the incident, and it had already spread throughout the Capital City!

The news that Ethan Smith was the black-robed man shocked everyone!

“Ethan has grown this powerful?”

“I originally thought it was Ethan’s Master, but didn’t expect it to be the man himself…”

“It seems we’ve all underestimated Ethan’s talents. The future of this young man, if he does not die, may well be far beyond our imaginations!”

“He narrowly escaped death, he must be destined for greatness! There is a good show to watch, the Great Families must be getting anxious, right?”

The executives of the Capital City Martial Arts Association called a meeting for this matter!

“However we do it, we must get rid of Ethan Smith, even if it means using all available means!” The executives gave Davy Barnett an ultimatum!

At the same time, the executives gave Davy Barnett complete discretion, he could even mobilize the purple-robed men!

If they could get rid of Ethan Smith, any price would be worth it!

…

As evening approached, Ethan huddled in his house, feeling the onset of the cold.

Scars all over his body made him look very weak, and he seemed unable to resist the cold wind.

Ethan, with great difficulty, opened his eyes. He forced himself up, preparing to leave.

“Tsk, tsk, with injuries this severe, you’ll die if you don’t get medical treatment immediately.”

Just then, a familiar voice came over.

Looking up, he saw a figure squatting in the corner.

It was none other than the man with the mustache!

Ethan hurriedly looked at the mustachioed man, anxiously asking, “Have you prepared everything?”