Master S stood indifferently on the open ground, a black veil covering his face. He watched Parker, who was unable to move, with a cold, detached gaze.
He raised his hand to look at the blood on the back of it, pursed his lips in slight dissatisfaction, then took out a handkerchief and gently wiped himself clean.
Parker lay on the ground for a long time before he seemed to regain consciousness and slowly got up. Remembering the terrifying power he had just experienced, he looked again at Master S not far away.
"Who... who are you?!"
Parker slumped on the ground, his face full of horror, with none of his previous arrogance remaining.
Master S had used only three moves to render him completely defenseless. The opponent's strength was far beyond his own.
He believed that if Master S wanted to, he could easily kill him.
But the question was, how could such a skilled Warrior Arts master be hiding in the small town of Riverstone?