Chapter 165: Infighting Among Martial Artists

The martial artists in the courtyard gaped, their eyes wide. In the blink of an eye, Mark, who had been standing right there, had been hurled across the yard. The worst part was that none of them had even seen who threw the punch. Gustave moved with terrifying speed. With inner strength surging through him, his fist didn't even have to touch Mark to hurt him. "Trash is still trash," Gustave said, his expression dark. Only then did the crowd realize it had been Gustave who threw that punch. "What...