Swish! Swish! …
Figures flickered. Marshall Morgan, Ronan Griffin, Fenton Corvus, Felix Bradford, and Charles Sullivan stood separated in the void, confronting each other, momentarily ceasing their attacks.
The others were still engaged in fierce combat.
"Ronan Griffin, growing bolder, huh? Looking for another beating?"
Marshall Morgan glared displeased at Ronan Griffin.
"Boy, don't get cocky!"
Ronan Griffin retorted icily.
He used True Qi to fix his teeth, avoiding the embarrassment of letting air seep through while speaking.
Beside him, Felix Bradford and Charles Sullivan glanced seriously at Marshall Morgan.
They had obviously noticed Ronan Griffin's miserable state.
Could he have been beaten by Marshall Morgan?
If that was the case, they'd have to reevaluate him.
"Everyone, this guy is very cunning, he has a hidden weapon that's hard to defend against. I was tricked by it. I propose we join forces and kill him first, then compete for the Dragon Scale."
