Chapter 570: This Is the Forbidden Martial Zone, So Why Wasn't There a Single Patrol Guard in Sight?

"That martial art manual," Benson Santee asked, "do you still want it?" "Whoosh!" An invisible surge of air swept across the ground, kicking up sand and dust. Benson stood there with his umbrella in hand. Those seven words were a question, but they landed like pure mockery. The entire Body Tempering Ground fell into a dead silence. People had sensed Jace Luet might lose, but none of them had imagined he would lose this badly. From start to finish, Benson never used a single martial...