Under everyone’s shocked gaze, Harvey hooked his finger in front of Creed.

“Is that so? I’ll let you hit me first, then.”

Creed’s face darkened instantly.

‘This kid crossed the line! How dare he let a King of Arms make the first move? Does he want to die?!’

Creed couldn’t be bothered to talk anymore. He took a step forward, pouncing right at Harvey.

His speed was fast—a lot faster than when he fought Bryar. His goal was clear: to take out Harvey in a single hit!

Slap!

A loud sound was heard.

Without giving the crowd a chance to react, a figure flew straight into the wall.

“Guh!”

Blood spurted out everywhere.

‘One slap? One slap was enough?!’

Everyone instantly froze after seeing it. The person slapped away was none other than the high and mighty expert—Creed himself!

Nobody could tell how exactly he lost. Harvey casually removed his gloves, before casually sitting down and sipping his tea again.

The smooth process was no less than horrifying to the others.

“He took out a