Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1331

Chapter 1331: Chapter 1331: The Terrifying Right Fist_1 Chapter 1331: Chapter 1331: The Terrifying Right Fist_1 After the two left, Virgil couldn't help but ask: “Miss Ava, have you ever thought that by doing this, we could offend Philbert Duncan and even the Cloud Sect?”

“With the power of the Brown family, we could never possibly be a match for the Cloud Sect. Is it worth it to do all this for Ethan Smith?”

Ava smiled and said, “This matter has nothing to do with the family. If the Cloud Sect really comes to settle the score, I will go and explain it to them.”

“What about you?” Virgil asked anxiously, “Are you going to risk your life for Ethan Smith?”

Ava shook her head and said, “I have already made up my mind. I want to leave the Brown family and go to the West Ridge or Thunder Courtyard.”

“These past years have made me see the true colors of the Brown family. I've long wanted to leave that place.”

To Ava, the Brown family had become a place of heartbreak.

The place where she was born brought her nothing but countless cold eyes.

This is the Holy Region, a place that only respects strength.

“Miss Ava, are you… are you really going to leave the Brown family?” Virgil asked with a trembling voice, his eyes filled with sadness.

Ava nodded and said, “I have long made up my mind. I've thought about it countless times before regaining my spiritual power.”

“What about me?” Virgil's face was full of pain.

Ava smiled and said, “You can stay in the Brown family.”

“I… I want to be by your side…” Virgil looked even more upset.

Ava shook her head and said, “Fool, you should know that it's impossible between us. I've always regarded you as a friend, a very good friend.”

Virgil became even more despondent, standing there somewhat at a loss.

He wanted to follow Ava, even if he knew there could be no outcome.

With Ava's talent, it wouldn't be a problem for her to join any sect, including the prestigious Thunder Courtyard.

But Virgil couldn't, for he didn't have that qualification.

In the room, Ethan Smith had his eyes slightly closed.

He was holding the refined divine robe in his hand.

This was a magical artifact that could protect the primordial spirit, said to be able to withstand a full-force attack once.

Ethan Smith's fleshly body was unparalleled, almost invulnerable in the Mighty Realm.

However, his primordial spirit was not. If someone used a primordial spirit technique on him, he would surely die.

“Refined divine robe… I'm relying on you,” Ethan Smith thought to himself.

He planned to use these three days to refine the divine robe to guard against Philbert Duncan's use of primordial spirit techniques.

Ethan Smith slowly closed his eyes, as strands of light emerged from his brow, eventually condensing into the shape of Ethan Smith.

At this moment, a golden little figure was his primordial spirit, shimmering faintly in the darkness.

The little golden figure slowly approached the divine robe and began to fuse with it.

The process of devouring the divine robe was quite simple, just like putting a layer of armor on the primordial spirit.

This layer of armor attached to the primordial spirit could save one's life at a critical moment.

The refined divine robe gradually fused with the primordial spirit and eventually adhered to it.

At this moment, the news of the upcoming battle between Ethan Smith and Philbert Duncan had spread in the vicinity.

Many people from Sunilope City and the surrounding areas had come here to witness this great war.

“Mr. Duncan, many people want to witness the great battle between you two,” the follower spoke solemnly.

“Great war?” Philbert Duncan couldn't help but sneer, “Can my battle with him really be called a great war? I'm just here to kill him, that's all.”

The follower hastily bowed and said, “I apologize, I misspoke.”

Philbert Duncan didn't say anything more, crossing his hands behind his back as he stood on top of the building, quietly gazing at Sunilope City.

His residence was near the edge of the great river.

Standing by the window, he could see the West Ridge on the opposite side of the river.

“West Ridge… One Rayleigh Province, divided into five parts,” Philbert Duncan muttered with narrowed eyes.

The follower bowed and said, “It's all because of this great river in front of us. If it weren't for this river, the sect master back then would have definitely stepped into the West Ridge and merged it into our territory.”

“Oh?” Philbert Duncan raised an eyebrow.

He thought of his Master's words.

The First Elder said that Ethan Smith had no way of escaping to the West Ridge, probably because of this river.

“What's the origin of this river?” Philbert Duncan asked.

The follower bowed and said, “I'm not sure, but in any case, the sect master back then tried many methods and couldn't cross the river.”

“No matter if it's humans, birds, or beasts, they can't fly over this river, and the cost of using teleportation formations is too high, so they eventually gave up.”

Philbert Duncan snorted coldly, “When I become the sect master, I will level the West Ridge, making the entire Rayleigh Province part of my Cloud Sect's territory!”

The follower didn't say anything, but there was a hint of ridicule in his heart.

Who was the leader of the Cloud Sect? If he couldn't do it, how could Philbert Duncan?

Time flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

Ethan Smith finally succeeded in devouring the refined divine robe.

That strand of primordial spirit returned to his body.

Ethan Smith slowly opened his eyes and whispered, “This refined divine robe… I don't feel anything.”

He had originally thought that the divine robe would cause him some discomfort, but now there was no sensation at all.

“Well, that's good,” Ethan Smith said as he stood up.

“With this, I don't have much to worry about.”

If Philbert Duncan didn't use that disk vision, he probably wouldn't be able to break Ethan's Smith's defense.

Another day passed.

The day of the duel with Philbert Duncan was getting closer.

That evening, Ava and Virgil came to Ethan Smith's room.

“Mr. Smith, your hand injury…” Ava asked tentatively.

Ethan Smith pulled off the gauze from his hand, revealing a faint, dark golden glow.

Although there were still some scars, they didn't affect him much.

“It's not a problem,” Ethan Smith said softly, clenching his fist lightly.

“I'm glad,” Ava smiled.

Virgil murmured, “Ethan Smith, I can't figure it out. Why did you smash your own right hand?”

Ethan Smith glanced at him and smiled, “Look at my hands. Do you notice any changes?”

Virgil carefully examined them and said, “It seems the color has changed a bit, but… what's the use of that?”

Ethan Smith thought for a moment, then said, “I can't explain it to you. You just need to know that this fist is now several times more powerful than before.”

Virgil chuckled, “Ethan Smith, it's not that I don't believe you, but this is just too unbelievable.”

“Breaking your own palm can make you stronger? I've never heard of such a cultivation method.”

Ethan Smith raised an eyebrow and half-jokingly, half-seriously said, “Do you want to give it a try?”

Virgil also rubbed his fists and said, “I'm really tempted.”