"Young Man!"

Finally, Zane reacted and grinned at Darryl. "Not bad. Even if you could beat these men, you are just an ant and a pool of mud to me."

Zane's gaze turned cold, and he said, "But then, I appreciate your courage. So, you want to be a hero? I'll fulfill your wish."

Then, Zane handed Tanya to the soldier beside him before he approached Darryl.

Buzz!

Zane mustered his internal energy. A strong gush of power permeated from the young man and filled the air. The crowd felt an intense pressure—their expressions changed, and they quickly backed away.

When he sensed Zane's strength, Darryl sighed before the corners of his lips drew into a smile.

'No wonder this kid is so arrogant; he is a level one Martial Emperor.'

"Go to hell! How dare you mess with me," Zane roared as he threw out a punch; he had exerted all of his strength into that punch; he wanted to kill Darryl with it. His brute strength distorted the air—the momentum was terrifying.

However, Darryl did no