Chapter 385

Harold Joe, the grandmaster standing beside him, was a revered Taekwondo master in the Zenith Territory. He had been famous for a long time, known as a grandmaster by everyone, practicing Taekwondo for fifty years. In reality, his strength had reached a champion level, only receiving his ninth-degree black belt at sixty due to age constraints.

Harold Joe approached Theophilus with a serious face, raised his hand and foot in preparation, then coldly stared at Theophilus.

Wham!

Theophilus swiftly moved, disappearing in the blink of an eye, like a storm passing through, leaving only a shadow.

Suddenly, Harold's face changed. But within a second, there was a thumping sound, and a punch tore through the air, hitting him squarely in the chest.

The punch was earth-shattering, forcing Harold to stagger back several steps. The ground beneath his feet seemed to explode in an instant, his face turning pale as he stared at Theophilus in shock.

"Ouch