The Dark Lord snuck away giddily, praising himself for his quick thinking that saved him from his death.


    There was no way he could have won against a monster like Michael. Only an idiot would have


    challenged that man.


    After getting over the scare, the Dark Lord thought of something and smiled. “So what if my opponent is


    the legendary Michael Robinson? I still got away. He’s just a piece of trash!”


    Suddenly, his grin froze as he sensed dangering from behind. He instinctively turned around to


    see a beam of light shooting toward him at lightning speed.


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    “Aargh!” The Dark Lord shrieked in terror. He immediately used all his energy to form a shield.


    However, the barrier shattered as soon as it touched the light, which pierced his body. He howled in


    pain as he fell out of the sky and into the bushes.


    “Great job!” The crowd cheered. They thought that the Dark Lord would get away once more, but all it


    took was for Michael to throw his sword like a javelin to take the Dark Lord down.


    Just as they were basking in the happiness of defeating the Dark Lord, there was a red sh of light as


    the injured Dark Lord sprung up and dashed away rapidly, disappearing in a sh.


    “A Blood Shield?” Michael was taken aback.


    Blood Shield was a type of rare ck magic. It drew energy from the user’s life force and allowed the


    user to have sudden bursts of strength and speed, which was extremely effective for both fighting and


    running away. However, it came at a cost. Each time a person used this technique, ten years of their


    life would drain away. Using a Blood Shield when injured was even worse, so even if that person didn’t


    die afterward, their fighting skills would drop significantly, and there was no way they could remain a


    Grandmaster anymore.


    “He didn’t die. What a pity.” Hector sighed.


    “That lucky bastard!” Trent gritted his teeth angrily


    “The Dark Lord has been injured. He won’t get far. Men, go after him immediately!” Jacob ordered,


    leading the Harmon family’s elite guards. Everyone was aware that if they let the Dark Lord slip away


    today, the man would retaliate tenfold in the future.


    “Mr. Robinson-I mean, Sir Robinson, thank you so much for helping our family today!” Hector lowered


    his head respectfully.


    “Thank you, Sir Robinson!” Natasha and the rest of the family followed suit.


    Mr. Robinson was no longer the timid old man they all knew. Instead, he was the renowned -


    Grandmaster-Michael Robinson!


    “Don’t mention it. Mr. Harmon Senior helped me before, so I’m just repaying the favor,” Michael


    answered kindly as usual. However, his gaze was conflicted as it swept over Abigail. He had tried to


    keep his daughter safe by hiding his identity. Unfortunately, the truth had stille to light. If he


    became Michael Robinson once more, things would only be more troublesome.