White Dragon suddenly felt a warmth in his crotch.
In the next moment, his shoes were wet.
The newly appointed president of the Martial Arts Association, White Dragon had met him, and they were even acquaintances.
Their skills were on par with each other.
Trent Marsh valued the global reach of the Martial Arts Association, so he placed one of his earliest defected martial artists in the president's position.
The facts proved.
This decision was extremely correct.
The Martial Arts Association became the largest guide, helping Trent Marsh stabilize the situation.
It also influenced many wavering martial artists.
But now...
The high-ranking president of the Martial Arts Association has been beheaded?
White Dragon could confirm that this was indeed the head of the president of the Martial Arts Association!
There's no mistake!
"This... how did you manage to get this..." White Dragon was drenched in sweat, his hand trembling slightly.
