"From the Martial Saint?" Watson Thompson's expression shifted, and everyone around turned toward the mustached man.
The mustached man spoke with a grim tone, "Absolutely, this strength definitely originates from the Martial Saint."
"So that means Leticia is wielding the Martial Saint's power right now?" someone questioned.
The mustached man's brow creased as he replied, "You could put it that way, but Leticia's abilities pale in comparison to a genuine Martial Saint."
"Even if Leticia isn't as powerful as a true Martial Saint, he's still beyond what any Marquis could handle." Someone stepped forward with this observation.
"Exactly, I heard once that hundreds of Marquis warriors attempted to surround a Martial Saint, but they all perished at his hands."
"That being the case, Mason Raymond could be in serious danger."
"Leticia represents the Capital City Martial Arts Association, after all—they'll definitely employ unthinkable methods."
