Chapter 159: General

The old man was Hayes Linnit, Pearlon's top fighter! Yet Brock Yale had taken his palm strike head-on. Not only had he endured it, he had countered with a single punch and driven him back. That kind of strength was downright absurd. Brock Yale's gaze stayed flat and distant as he stared at Hayes Linnit. His voice cut like ice. "Brock Yale." "Brock Yale…?" Hayes Linnit froze. His throat bobbed, and his voice trembled. "Y-you… you're Brock Yale?" Not long ago, in the Imperial Capital… Brock...