Looking at Harvey's confused expression, Ares sighed quietly in his mind. Expressionlessly, he crushed the tiny eavesdropping device hidden in his palm into fine powder. The two of them had only clashed very briefly, but Ares fully understood why Zeon would lose to Harvey.

Ares took a deep breath and slowly said, "Mr. Harvey, maybe I've been wording this wrongly. Allow me to put it another way. My grandson Zeon is in some serious trouble, and he needs the help of a martial arts elite. The martial arts that I'm trained in can't help him.

"In short, I'm hoping that you are willing to help him. I believe that with your level of power, you can no doubt save my grandson. If you are willing to extend a hand, no matter what the outcome is, I will forever be grateful. No matter what happens in the future, White Peak will forever stand by your side."

Even Ares himself was unsure what he was feeling in his heart as he said those words. He was a martial arts elite. After Zeon started to show s