Chapter 105: Dare to Offend My Patron?

"Boom!" The instant Anakin Joncey whipped his cane, an invisible wave of force surged toward Asher Jauncy like a rising tide. Air along its path compressed with sharp reports. Dust lifted off the floor, whirling into a visible gray haze that drove straight for Asher's chest. At only half strength, that strike would have shattered a typical Sixth-Rank Martial Artist's organs on the spot. Everyone stared, faces tight with fear. So this was a Grandmaster? A casual swing felt like the end of days. Just...