Inside the cave was a magnificent hall. In the center floated a glowing scroll—it was a High-Grade Martial Art!
But there were already two people there. They were from the Royal Family, Prince Hao and his guard.
Prince Hao looked at Anthony with disdain. "Peasant, get out. This treasure belongs to royalty. You aren't qualified to even look at it."
"Qualified?" Anthony leaned against the wall. "Since when does the world belong to surnames? It belongs to whoever is stronger."
"Bold!" The guard stepped forward. "I am at the True Origin Realm! Bow down!"
"Oh? True Origin? That's a bit higher than me." Anthony nodded. "But not by much."
"Hahaha! Hear that? He thinks he can compare to me!" The guard laughed. "Boy, I can crush you with one finger!"
"Try it. If you can make me take a step back, I lose."
"Arrogant to the extreme! MOUNTAIN CRUSHING PALM!"
The guard attacked with full force. The air pressure was terrifying.
Anthony stood still. He raised one finger.
BOOM!
The palm hit the finger.
No sound. No explosion.
The guard's expression froze. His powerful attack was stopped by a single finger. It didn't move an inch.
"How... how?!"
"Because your foundation is shaky," Anthony said. "You rushed to break through too fast. Your power is like a building on sand."
Anthony flicked his finger.
PING!
The guard was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall, creating a human-shaped dent.
Prince Hao's jaw dropped. "You... you injured my guard?!"
"Now," Anthony walked towards the scroll. "Are you going to give way? Or do you want to be decorations?"
Prince Hao looked at the terrifying guard lying on the floor, then at Anthony's calm eyes. He swallowed hard. "Let... let's go!"
They fled in panic.
Anthony took the scroll. "Nice technique. Too bad for them."