Chapter 31: Mysterious Combat Technique

The wooden box glimmered softly under the setting sun. Its patterns looked real, though the grayish-green hue made them less appealing. Upon inspection, there seemed to be nothing extraordinary about the box's exterior. Connor reached out to grasp the stone lock that secured the box. He squeezed with force as he channeled his battle energy, releasing a faint glow. Even the thickest iron could be crushed, yet the lock remained unscathed. "It's so hard," Connor muttered, knocking on the wooden...