Chapter 217: Grandmaster of Martial Arts

"How is that possible? You little punk...?" Winston, blasted clear across the room, clawed his way off the floor. He spat a mouthful of blood, spattering the floor. He trembled, barely able to stand. His eyes, shot through with red, stared at Nash Johnston with raw, burning hate. Five long years. He had stumbled upon a mysterious master, trained until his bones ached, and clawed his way into the Transforming Realm. Overseas, he had swept through Corvaina Street. Yet on his return to Nytherea for...