“An Island Nation swordsman?”

Harvey frowned.

Samuel grinned. “This man here is indeed an Island Nation swordsman. He owns a kendo hall in Mordu. He teaches kendo in public, but in secret, he’s been doing heinous things nobody was privy to.”

“Did Josh hire him?”

“That’s right. Look at it as two birds with one stone. He planned to have this swordsman challenge you to a duel to the death if I didn’t kill you.”

“If you lose, you die. If you win, you’ll cause more trouble for yourself and attract other Island Nation swordsmen.”

Harvey narrowed his eyes without saying a word.

Five disciples of Longmen emerged from the shadows, all of them brandishing long swords.

The Island Nation swordsman touched the long blade strapped on his waist. The next moment., a bright light shone.

The disciples trembled. Seconds later they fell to the ground, clutching their throats.

Their faces showed resentment and disbelief, as they never imagined this man could be so powerful.

“Island Nation Kendo.