“How is that possible?” Everyone’s jaws dropped. Even Herman hadn’t been able to withstand a single strike from the Dark Lord, so how was the feeble old man still standing?
“I-is this really happening? Mr. Robinson blocked the attack with his body?” Jacob’s eyes were wide.
“Holy shit! When did he become so powerful?” Trent gulped, his face stunned in disbelief. Although Hector didn’t say anything, the shock was written all over his face.
“I didn’t know there was someone so strong in the Harmon family!” Herman and Leon were secretly in awe. Even if the Dark Lord hadn’t used all his might, his attack was still more than what most people could withstand.
“What?” The Dark Lord staggered backward, flabbergasted. He had used eighty percent of his strength just now, yet Mr. Robinson had blocked his attack like it was nothing.
“You should stop now.” Mr. Robinson shook his head, a clear warning in his eyes.
“Shut up! I’m going to kill you!” The Dark Lord’s gaze hardened. He took out a red ball and flung it at Mr. Robinson, which exploded midair.
“Watch out! That’s Demon Fire! It can burn anything and kill you instantly!” Hector paled and cried out a warning.
Demon Fire was an infamous weapon in the martial world. Anything it touched would immediately turn into ash, and its killing power was incredible.
Mr. Robinson was unfazed by the flame. With a gentle puff, a strong gust of wind raked by, putting the fire out instantly.
“What…” Hector was taken aback. How did such a terrifying weapon get put out so quickly? Was this even humanely possible?
“How is this possible?” The Dark Lord paled. Demon Fire had been his trump card. It was so powerful that even Grandmasters would have a hard time defending themselves, yet Mr. Robinson had blown it out so easily. How terrifying!
“You’ve had your turn. Now, it’s mine.” Mr. Robinson slowly raised his hand and pointed.
Bang! The Dark Lord’s body slammed backward with tremendous force, blasting through trees, a fake hill, and the gazebo before eventually crashing into the snow somewhere back, unconscious.
“Holy shit!” Everyone was stunned and tongue-tied into silence. The Dark Lord, who was a Grandmaster, someone countless martial artists yearned to become, had been defeated by a single attack from Mr. Robinson. That’s incredible!
“W-who are you?” The Dark Lord staggered to his feet. His hair was tousled, and blood trickled out of his nose and mouth. He looked as though he would collapse at any moment.
“Michael Robinson,” his opponent answered frankly
“M-Michael Robinson?” The Dark Lord paled and stammered, “Y-you’re Michael Robinson, one of the five ultimate grandmasters in Balerno?”
