Flynn gasped in shock and disbelief. Soon, he became irate and madly circulated his energy to remove his sword from Sebastian’s fingers and cut Sebastian into pieces.
At that moment, Sebastian’s fingers suddenly trembled, sending a shockwave through the sword to Flynn’s palm.
Flynn instinctively released his grip on the sword because he was bleeding incessantly from his palm. Gripping the blade, Sebastian tossed it in Flynn’s direction, causing Flynn to jump out of the way in shock. The sword, aiming for Flynn’s neck, narrowly brushed against it.
Flynn sensed a cold sensation on his neck. When he touched his neck, he felt a searing pain, and his hand came away bloody. The sight sent a shiver down his spine.
“Die!” Despite finally realizing Sebastian’s capabilities, Flynn was blinded by rage and unleashed a flurry of punches at him.
Sebastian smirked. He swiftly seized Flynn’s wrist and twisted it, causing an instant fracture. He followed with a forceful kick to Flynn’s stomach.
With a dull thud, Flynn collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach and grimacing. Despite his pain, he gritted his teeth and suppressed any groans.
Approaching Flynn, Sebastian raised his foot and was poised to stomp on his chest. Panic washed over Flynn as he turned pale. He knew that he might cough up blood or worse, face death from Sebastian’s attack.
“Stop!” a voice boomed from a distance.
Simultaneously, Sebastian felt a sword thrusting toward him. It was menacing and deadly, ready to tear apart anything in its path.
Sensing imminent danger, Sebastian leaped aside, narrowly evading the attack.
A figure sprinted into view, showing up in front of the two participants of the duel.
As Sebastian regained his footing, he focused on the intruder. It was a threatening, homicidal man in his 40s.
“Flynn, are you alright?” The man helped Flynn off the ground, his tone fraught with concern.
Flynn shook his head while glaring at Sebastian.
The man in question was Flynn’s father and the patriarch of the York family-Bradley York, renowned as one of the supreme grandmasters of his generation.
“You jerk! How dare you hurt my son?” Bradley’s voice boomed as he threw a lightning-fast punch at Sebastian.
The punch was direct and devastatingly fast. Stunned, Sebastian couldn’t believe Bradley
had swiftly turned from saving Flynn to attacking him.
Sebastian keenly felt the lethal force behind Bradley’s strike. Given his current martial prowess, he knew he stood no chance of defending against it.
On top of that, Bradley attacked him from close range, giving him no time to evade. He clenched his jaw and braced himself for the impact.
Just as Bradley’s fist neared Sebastian, another figure suddenly appeared and intercepted the punch. The collision echoed like mountains crashing together, sending both men stumbling backward.
At the same time, a shockwave rippled out in all directions, stirring up dust and sparking alarm.
“Bradley York, as a senior, how could you hurt a junior practitioner?” Bruce confronted Bradley.
Bradley replied icily, “Bruce Sanders, you should stay out of this.”
