On Visiora, martial artists were everywhere. You could bump into one just walking down the street. However, just like there were many talented fighters, there were also plenty like Quentin, who had zero aptitude.

Still, he relied on his family background and looked down on lower-level martial artists. In the end, money still called the shots.

"Get him!" Quentin ordered.

Just as the three of them were about to strike, a loud boom rang out. They all turned to look and froze.

About ten yards a