Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 2205

Chapter 2205: Chapter 2203: Array of Refining Artifacts_1 Chapter 2205: Chapter 2203: Array of Refining Artifacts_1 “Miss, is anyone sitting here?”

A young man with a warm smile on his face approached Mabel Nebula and without waiting for her response, he sat down beside her.

Mabel Nebula had been cultivating under the Qingling Tree, her ethereal aura combined with her enchanting figure attracted many fiery gazes from the surroundings.

“This is the largest competition on the Black Platform Continent, and my father is one of the judges. My name is Hollis Avery.”

The young man casually took Mabel Nebula's hand and glanced at Ethan Smith.

At this moment, Ethan Smith's aura seemed compressed, appearing to be only at the Returning Void Early Stage.

“Mabel Nebula.”

Mabel Nebula quickly withdrew her hand and unconsciously rubbed her sleeve.

“Damn bitch, what are you trying to show off?”

Hollis Avery cursed under his breath, signaling to his attendants with a glance.

“We want these seats.”

An attendant suddenly stood in front of Ethan Smith, grabbing Ethan Smith, attempting to pull him up.

However, the next moment, the attendant couldn't budge Ethan as if he was trying to move a stone.

“Looking for death? Causing a scene at the venue?”

The attendant sneered and slapped towards Ethan Smith's head.

Bang!

Ethan Smith's eyes didn't even open, a swift kick to the attendant's dantian sent him flying away, landing several hundred meters away, his life or death unknown.

“A minor Returning Void cultivator with a big temper.”

Hollis Avery stood in front of Mabel Nebula with his hands behind his back.

Mabel Nebula looked speechless, finding him overly confident.

“Get lost!”

Ethan Smith didn't even bother lifting his eyelids, leaving just one sentence.

“Why can't you speak nicely, brother? Do you know that my Avery family is in charge of the security here?”

Hollis Avery scoffed.

He placed his hand on Ethan Smith's shoulder, a silver needle emitting black mist held between his thumb and forefinger.

Touch my woman? Die in painful agony.

Hollis Avery thought, not wanting to openly kill someone at the venue as it would cause a sensation.

Crack!

The moment the silver needle touched Ethan Smith's shoulder, it snapped into two pieces.

“I already told you to get lost.”

Ethan Smith squinted his eyes and with a swift slap, he sent Hollis's face swollen like a pig's.

“My son!”

An elderly man in the front row heard the commotion coming from behind, he turned and his eyes went wide with rage.

“Capture that madman!”

The elderly man roared.

Suddenly, more than a dozen people surrounded Ethan Smith.

“Kneel down.”

One person approached and kicked at Ethan Smith's leg.

Slap!

Ethan Smith slapped down, instantly turning the person into a pile of flesh.

Next, he grabbed at the four people attacking him out of thin air.

In an instant, the four people exploded into bloody mist in mid-air.

“Looking for death!”

The elderly man bellowed, and a flying sword appeared in front of him.

Then, like lightning, it shot towards Ethan Smith's face.

Ethan Smith simply bent his fingers and in the next second, the flying sword turned into fragments.

“Stop!”

Lord of Irvin city screamed, trembling as he saw Ethan Smith, and rushed over, slapping the elderly man in the face.

“City Lord Irvin? What are you doing?”

The elderly man was stunned by Irvin's slap.

“Shut up!”

Irvin roared angrily.

“These people disturbed the senior's peace. Do you want me to get rid of them for you?”Irvin's head hung almost to the ground.

“Just let them go.”

Ethan Smith really didn't want to deal with these guys.

“Yes! Get out of here!”

Seeing Irvin's murderous gaze, the elderly man left in a hurry with his son in terror.

Irvin was also known for his killing spree on the Black Platform Continent, which was how he became the City Lord of Black Platform Continent.

If the old man still couldn't see it, he must be a fool.

At this moment, the competition continued.

It had entered the finals, and almost everyone left was a Formation Master.

The competition method was simple: two masters used the same objects to carve formations.

Then they collided their magical artifacts, and the one who won was the victor.

A pale middle-aged man with a weak aura caught Ethan Smith's attention.

He held an ordinary knife in his hand, which seemed to be undergoing some changes in form.

Like a magical artifact refining master, each blow he made to the blade brought about a slight change.

At this moment, he held his breath, his index finger quickly carving one formation after another on the Iron Sword.

“Overlap Formation?”

Ethan Smith was somewhat surprised, having learned about this technique from the formation materials left by his father.

He knew it was a profound technique where different formations overlapped, causing their power to increase geometrically.

But this method required the formation master to have an extremely high level of formation cultivation, with a profound understanding of the different formations.

Otherwise, the formation could explode at any moment and backlash against the user.

“Sharpness, thickness, and lightning–three kinds of formations are overlapped.”

Ethan Smith was somewhat surprised.

“This elderly man should be a rogue cultivator on the Black Platform Continent named Heath Perez. However, this man has a strange personality and has always been practicing formations in seclusion without participating in anything. He probably came for the Gremlin this time.”

Mabel Nebula frequented the Black Platform Continent and seemed quite familiar with this person.

“How could he be so down and out? His spiritual power is almost depleted, and he might die at any moment.”

Ethan Smith frowned, noticing the obvious death energy on Heath Perez's body.

“I'm not sure about that.”

Mabel Nebula stuck out her tongue and said.

Although the three attributes of the formations were simple separately, combining them required a more complicated technique.

The iron knife in Heath Perez's hand emitted a pale knife light, and his face flushed suddenly as he spat out a mouthful of blood essence on the blade.

“Come on!”

Heath Perez looked at the iron knife with satisfaction and smiled.

The other magical artifact refining masters nearby were also unhappy with Heath Perez's arrogance.

Three Flying Swords broke through the air and went straight for the iron knife suspended in front of Heath Perez.

Clang!

The knife did not budge, and the three Flying Swords seemed to have hit a mountain, forming a large gap.

“Break!”

Heath Perez shouted loudly, and the iron knife in front of him trembled slightly.

The iron knife began to vibrate intensely, making a clear metallic sound.

With a crisp metallic collision, the Flying Swords of the three cultivators were split in half like paper by the iron knife.

“What kind of Formation Master is this? Just a dying beggar.”

A hearty laughter came, and a man stepped onto the competition field.

The Iron Sword in his hand hummed as sword light shot out from the formations on its body. The intense sword energy seemed to break through the air at any moment.

“This formation is called Ten-direction Sharp Edge, which has endless killing power. Be careful not to accidentally kill you, the beggar.”

The young man laughed as if it were a joke.

“Come on.”

Heath Perez was not afraid at all.

As a sword slashed out, the knife light enveloped Heath Perez's Flying Knife, making a dull sound.

The Flying Knife was bent to the extreme as the sword energy continuously attacked its body.

The Flying Knife gradually retreated, but it was as tenacious as bamboo in spring on the green mountains.

“This sword energy is so strong! I'm afraid Heath Perez's iron knife can't compete with it, right?”

Mabel Nebula exclaimed.

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