Chapter 942 Disregard Burial

The long spear, forged from refined steel, instantly turned into dust.

Under the sunlight, it flickered with specks of starlight.

Bang!

The next moment!

Julius Reed's palm followed through, landing directly on Alexander Grey's right shoulder!

This prodigy of the Martial Arts Association hadn't even had time to recover his senses.

His body had already heavily slammed onto the ground.

In the courtyard of the Dragon, a deathly silence ensued.

The students held their long spears, but not a single one dared to step forward to help Alexander Grey up.

"Worthy of the Martial Arts Association."

Julius Reed, with his hands behind his back, looked at the shocked youths before him and said indifferently, "Even the one standing guard has some skills. Please call out your Great Commander, I have a favor to ask."

Standing guard?

The students all cast their eyes toward Alexander Grey.

They wanted to know how this highest authority of the Dragon Branch would respond.