Yaakov was an eighth-ranked grandmaster but had sustained countless injuries from previous battles.

While he was distracted by the attacks from James’ Thirteen Heavenly Swords, James seized the opportunity and went behind him.

He pressed the Blade of Justice against Yaakov’s back.

Yaakov froze.

He could not believe that he would lose to a youngster like James.

“It’s your loss, old man.”

A voice as cold as the blade pressed against his back came from behind him.

James’ sword did not pierce through Yaakov’s body but could easily do so if he exerted the slightest force.

“I lost?”

Yaakov’s jaw hung open.

Members of the Lee and Sullivan family watched this scene in grim silence. Their faces were all clouded over.

Yaakov Johnston, who held an image as the peerless grandmaster for over a hundred years, had just been defeated by a man a fraction of his age.

The other martial artists that rushed over to watch the battle in the dark also had concerned expressions.

Strong.

James wa