Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 209 High Rank Martial Artist

The primary reason was that they were not core members of the Bjorn family and did not have access to core information.

Could he really subdue this arrogant young man alone?

This led everyone to harbor doubts about the man’s ability.

Emrys was also taken aback, his gaze fixed on the middle–aged man. He sensed the aura of a martial artist from the man, but its intensity was nowhere near a frightening level.

His individual strength isn’t particularly strong, so that must mean he has an impressive identity.

Finnley strode forward, exchanging a few words with the middle–aged man. He then pointed toward Emrys. Following this, the middle–aged man nodded, his gaze exuding authority as he approached Emrys.

Huxley roared eagerly, “Mr. Lambourne! Save me! Kill this d*mned b*stard!”

Bang!

Emrys landed a kick on Huxley’s head.

A cold glint flashed in the middle–aged man’s eyes as he commanded sternly, “Release him immediately!”

His tone was stern, filled with an undeniable sense of authority.

Emrys merely gazed at the middle–aged man without a word, not at all intimidated by his imposing demeanor. Instead, he wore a thoughtful expression.

After a moment of silence, the middle–aged man said, “I presume you’re still unaware of my identity.”

He deliberately paused for a moment, drawing out his words as he uttered, “I’m Owen Lambourne, one of the Four Guardians of the Jazona Martial Arts Alliance.”

As his voice trailed off, complete silence ensued.

After a long while, a tremendous uproar erupted. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

This man is actually a member of the Jazona Martial Arts Alliance, and one of the Four Guardians at that? The Bjorn family’s backer is the Jazona Martial Arts Alliance?

This news was nothing short of shocking for the members of the Bjorn family.

The Martial Arts Alliance was an entity they could never hope to get associated with in their lifetime.

A smug smile played at the corners of Finnley’s mouth. Clearly, having Owen as his backer filled him with immense pride. The money he had given to Owen over the years had not been spent in vain.

Actually, if Emrys hadn’t crossed the line, Finnley would not have revealed this trump card. After all,

Chapter 209 High Rank Martial Artist

Owen’s identity was sensitive.

“Now can you let him go?” Owen’s voice, as always, was domineering. It was as if his words were commands, and his status alone was enough to bring anything under control.

Huxley scooted forward by a fraction.

Emrys remained motionless.

Huxley was overjoyed, thinking that Emrys was intimidated by Owen. Thus, he moved forward a bit more, but Emrys still did not take action.

Haha! He’s scared! I’m going to make him pay! I’m going to do away with this jerk and have a good time with

Cordelia in bed!

He grew increasingly smug as those thoughts filled his mind, and he crawled toward Owen while dragging his leg desperately, as if reaching Owen’s feet was akin to arriving at a safe harbor.

As he made his way toward Owen, he even glanced back at Emrys. The sharp, ferocious glint in his eyes conveyed to Emrys that he would surely settle the score with him.

At this moment, Emrys finally spoke.

“No wonder Huxley was bailed out. Turns out you were the one who was pulling the strings, you brainless idiot.”

As soon as Emrys spoke, the entire place fell into pin–drop silence.

Brainless idiot? This young man just insulted one of the four guardians of the Martial Arts Alliance by calling him a brainless idiot? He must be out of his mind!

All the Bjorns were rendered utterly speechless.

Huxley was exclaiming and gloating inwardly. Good! I’d like to see how Mr. Lambourne deals with him. Haha…

Hence, he added fuel to the fire. “Mr. Lambourne, did you hear that? This punk’s so arrogant that he doesn’t show you any respect at all!”

Owen was already furious after he was insulted by Emrys, and Huxley’s words only served to make him fly into a rage. After all, he was a man of high status, and apart from the chief, no one had ever dared to disrespect him. His aura instantly swelled like an inflated balloon ready to burst, exploding with intensity.

Surprisingly, he was a high–rank martial artist.

Martial artists from the first to the third rank were considered beginners; those from the fourth to the sixth rank were regarded as elites; and those from the seventh to the ninth rank were seen as extremely formidable entities, which was the level at which Owen currently stood.