Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1187

Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187: The Person Behind Obadiah Heptinstall Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187: The Person Behind Obadiah Heptinstall Ethan Smith hooked his finger and said, “Come on.”

“Alright! In that case, I shall comply!” Frederick Cohen erupted with a terrifying crimson radiance.

Meanwhile, Edward Green dashed hundreds of meters away, fearing to be affected by the blast.

Ethan Smith put his hands behind his back, intending to endure the punch.

“Here I come!” Frederick Cohen roared and swooshed toward Ethan Smith!

The incredible speed even tore through the air, and a pair of iron fists containing immense power fiercely smashed towards Ethan's chest!

The gusts of wind blew Ethan's white hair, and the pair of fists fiercely struck his chest!

“Clang!”

An extremely crisp sound echoed!

This time, Ethan retreated two steps!

However, what shocked everyone was that he still had no trace of injury on his body!

“How is this possible!” Frederick Cohen's eyes widened like copper bells!

He couldn't believe his own fists, thinking there must be a problem with his body.

“As expected.” Ethan murmured softly.

Everything was as he had imagined. His body had indeed become tougher, even reaching an extreme level.

Keep in mind that Frederick was a holy body, ranking among the top in terms of physique.

Although the punch wasn't his full strength, it was still enough to illustrate the terror of Ethan's physical body at this moment.

“Are you fucking Sun Wukong reincarnated?” Frederick scratched his head, looking innocently cute.

Ethan waved his hand and sighed, “I don't know if this is a good or bad thing.”

His spiritual power showed no signs of recovery. Could it be that he would never be able to use techniques in his lifetime?

This would undoubtedly limit him. After entering the Holy Region, who knows how many geniuses he would encounter.

They would possess various techniques. Even if they couldn't kill Ethan, they could still bind and slowly torture him to death.

Furthermore, there was the attack on the primordial spirit. If they couldn't break his physical defenses, they would directly cut off his primordial spirit, which would be troublesome.

“Sigh.” Ethan took a deep breath, seeming to have no other choice for the time being.

After a day of selection, Jocelyn Field was exhausted.

Yet, for the entire day, Jocelyn hadn't selected a single person.

“It seems that your sect has high standards for choosing people.” Ethan said.

Jocelyn glanced at Ethan and said, “If everyone has talent like yours, our sect would definitely welcome them.”

Ethan thought about it, and that made sense.

Ever since Ethan took over the Capital City Martial Arts Association, almost everyone had the opportunity to succeed, especially since Ethan had made resources publicly available.

If they were genuinely talented, they would have made a name for themselves by now.

“How many more days do we need at this rate?” Ethan asked.

Jocelyn shook her head and said, “I can't be sure. The number of people is still increasing. Roughly speaking, it should take at least five days.”

Ethan nodded slightly. He might as well take advantage of these five days to finish what he had in hand.

He took a deep breath, feeling a little excited.

“Emily, we can finally meet.” Ethan murmured softly.

At this moment, in a dark corner, a young man in a black robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Sweat was constantly dripping from his forehead, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.

“The Holy Region visitors are at Heaven Gate. That's Ethan Smith's territory. If you appear, you'll undoubtedly die…” The hoarse voice came from Dudley Lynch's mind.

“Shut up! I may not necessarily be a match for him!” Dudley Lynch cursed angrily.

“Oh? If you have so much confidence, why haven't you gone to Heaven Gate yet…” The hoarse voice contained a hint of mockery.

Dudley Lynch snorted, “That's Ethan Smith's territory. Besides him, there are others like Frederick Cohen. I can't fight them all.”

“Heh… All of these are just excuses… Are you going to give up this chance at the Holy Region?”

“Give up… I will never give up!” Dudley Lynch gritted his teeth.

“Give your body to me, and I will take you to the Holy Region…” The hoarse voice said.

“You wish! You better lend me all your power. Once I reach the Holy Region, I will find a good body for you!”

“Heh… If you give your body to me, I will give you a body once we reach the Holy Region… How about that?”

“If we can't make a deal, then neither of us will go!” Dudley Lynch snorted.

“Fine… I've been waiting for a long time. One or two more days won't make a difference…”

Dudley Lynch had a fierce expression and felt conflicted deep down.

Although this wasn't the only opportunity to go to the Holy Region, going earlier and later would yield entirely different results.

If he was left behind, that would be troublesome.

Obadiah Heptinstall was also in a similar situation.

He was on top of a mountain peak, sweating profusely, and his face was full of unwillingness.

“Why can't I go to the Holy Region? Why!” Obadiah Heptinstall nearly roared the question.

In front of him was a man's figure.

The man had his back to him, speaking coldly, “You can go, but not now. Once you show up at Heaven's Gate, Ethan Smith will definitely kill you.”

“It doesn't matter if you die, but if you reveal important information, things will get troublesome.”

Obadiah Heptinstall's face was full of anger as he said, “After all I've done for you, are you going to abandon me now?”

“All you've done for me?” The figure's voice suddenly contained a trace of coldness.

“Which of the things you've done was successful? I can't believe the Immortal Slaying Sect left behind such trash like you!”

“If you want to die, I can grant your wish right now!”

Obadiah Heptinstall's face changed drastically.

Although he was unwilling, he didn't dare say a word.

“Fine, I'll listen to you.” After a moment, Obadiah Heptinstall deflated and said.

The figure didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

At this moment, Obadiah Heptinstall suddenly said, “Before that, can you tell me your identity? Who are you, really!”