"Lock this place down immediately—no outsiders can see this," the other Weller family elder commanded gravely. "That young man is at least a junior grandmaster-level fighter. We cannot provoke him again carelessly."

Cold sweat broke out on Harvey's forehead. Andrew, a junior grandmaster? It had to be some cosmic joke.

"He's no damn grandmaster! You must be mistaken," Harvey snarled. "Everyone, follow me! We'll cut him off and end this now!"

He refused to believe that someone so young could hold such power in Jayrodale.

"You'd better listen to me," the elder warned. "If you rush to your death, neither of us will step in to save you."

The elder was already frustrated with Harvey's arrogant behavior since taking over. Even with one elder being critically injured, the new leader was still trying to pick fights.

Harvey's face turned red with fury, but looking at the elder still bleeding on the ground, he had no choice but to back down.

Without the elders' support, he did no