The legendary warrior

Chapter 1415 The Gap

Ricky didn't expect that anyone would come for him here, so the voice immediately made him wary, and his instinctive reaction to the voice was even more perplexing. It made him shake in anger, and his killing intent abruptly surged the moment that he heard it.

That was strange, especially knowing that he didn't even know who it was yet.

"Who is it? Did the Short Human tribe send someone after you?" Mordechai asked, looking as confused as Ricky was.

His guess made sense because only members from the Short Human tribe would have the guts to confront Ricky like this while he was in the Misty South Palace's territory.

Wasting no more time, Ricky and his companions quickly came out. The square meant for the Ranking List was packed with people by the time they reached there. The one hundred strongest disciples on the Ranking List gathered once again.

While this was going on, several powerful auras emerged from deep in the void. They didn't seem to be saints, but some were undoubtedly demi-saints, and they were probably misters who didn't go out to train.

All the crowd's eyes were focused on the sky, where two figures hovered in the air.

Based on their auras, they hadn't reached the Sage Level, although the scorching auras they emitted still reigned supreme. They seemed to be flame experts, born with supreme power.

The superior auras they sported contributed to the two's arrogance, and they believed they could defeat all the talents in the Misty South Palace.

When Ricky saw these two figures, only one thing penetrated his mind—anger.

And his anger gave birth to many things: killing intent, gloom, ferocity, and all kinds of negative emotions.

'Lanny Feng Steve Feng!'

Ricky spat those two names in his head like a curse.

Lanny Feng was the Phoenix tribe's noble son and one of the strongest talents in the Misty South. He was a genius as famous as Mister Ryker and the Second Mister in the Misty South Palace. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

It was the same man who had tried to kill Ricky and taken his woman away.

The other person went under the name of Steve Feng. He would have been killed by Ricky if it weren't for the Shura Casket.

"That's Lanny Feng, the noble son of the Phoenix tribe! Did he come all the way here just to find fault with Ricky?"

Seeing this spectacle, the disciples of the Misty South Palace gossiped among themselves once again.

"Yeah, look at his face! That could only be Lanny, the strongest genius in the Misty South."

"This is bad. How do we deal with this? Mister Ryker and the Second Mister are not here, and I doubt the other disciples can handle Lanny."

While the others were whispering around them, Lanny and Steve stared at Ricky.

Just like Ricky, there was nothing in Steve's heart but hatred for Ricky and endless killing intent, for he had recovered his memory of the past.

On the other hand, Lanny looked impassive at first glance, although a closer look revealed the killing intent and doubt in his eyes. He was sure he had killed Ricky back then, so it perplexed him to see

Ricky here, alive and well. Worse, he seemed to have improved so much.

"Well, Ricky, do you still remember me?" Steve asked with an icy glare.

"Have you regained your memory?"

Ricky asked back, sounding equally glacial.

"Of course I have, though you probably don't get it. How can a commoner like you understand how it is to be one of the Phoenix tribe's most powerful warriors?"

answered Steve.

"Brat, this is bad! The Phoenix tribe must suspect you of having Eli's inheritance. Another disturbance will take over the Misty South, and more people will come after you,"

the Dragon Intent Grass surmised.

"I don't think so. The Phoenix tribe is too greedy to spread news like that. And if they tell the others about the Shura Casket, they won't be able to monopolize it anymore,"

Ricky disagreed, his forehead furrowed in thought.

"Well, it looks like you still have your wits about you even with Lanny here. I'm glad to hear that!"

sighed the Dragon Intent Grass upon hearing Ricky's thoughts.

Since it could feel the negative emotions in Ricky's heart, it was afraid that Ricky's hatred towards Lanny would get the best of him. Perhaps it said all these things to test if Ricky was still thinking straight.

"Don't worry, Dragon Intent Grass. I've grown more mature emotionally, so I can promise you I'll stay rational no matter how angry I get,"

Ricky reassured it.

After that, he turned his back on Steve and stared expectantly at Lanny instead.

"I heard you want to trample me under your feet..."

Meeting Ricky's eyes, Lanny spoke first. His demeanor seemed calm and unflappable.

"Did you hear that? Ricky must have a feud with the Phoenix tribe. Or, maybe, he and Lanny, the Phoenix tribe's noble son, have some kind of rivalry,"

muttered one of the Misty South Palace's disciples that were watching.

"They look so serious. The grudge between them must be more serious than Chandler's death and Paul's inheritance."

"But I can't think of any connection between them, though. What could they be fighting about?"

"Funny that you mention that. From the moment that we met, I haven't been able to think of anything besides trampling you under my feet. That's precisely why I worked so hard with my cultivation,"

answered Ricky aloofly.

"Ha-ha, really? Well, I'm here now. You can try your best, though I'm not sure you can trample me under your feet!"

Lanny let out a mocking laugh, smirking at Ricky in a way that made his blood boil in his veins.

It had been a long time since they had last seen each other, and now, Lanny had grown even more terrifying.

His strength, his indifference, and his composure were testaments to his progress, and it emphasized how competent he was. Indeed, he was on his way to becoming the strongest warrior on the continent.

Lanny's aura was already domineering, even back in the Snow Land, which made it seem like he was the strongest warrior in the world. He believed that too, so his arrogance urged him to return in secret and hunt down Ricky. He couldn't wait to get his hands on the other man.

'It looks like Lanny has improved so much, not only his strength but even his temper has matured, '

Ricky thought to himself.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As soon as Lanny finished speaking, the scorching aura erupted from his body like a raging sun, cresting in a wave over Ricky.

Boom! The next instant, Ricky felt like endless mountains were pressing him down, and unbearable pressure assaulted every meridian in his body. It felt like it could explode at any moment.

He fell to his knees as the pressure finally overwhelmed him, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his lips.

How embarrassing!

At this moment, Ricky felt nothing but humiliation.

He thought he had improved so much, but Lanny had easily suppressed him like he had done so in the past. The man had only used his aura, but Ricky had already fallen to his knees like a damned wimp.

"How can you trample me under your feet if you can't even withstand my aura?"

scoffed Lanny as a mocking smirk flashed across his face.

Ricky raged in his heart, and his killing intent surged to its peak.

He couldn't accept that he was still nothing in front of Lanny even though his strength had grown close to an upper spiritual emperor.

The thought filled him with anger, which rose and rose until he went berserk.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Fortunately, the bright ancestral spirit in his body helped him to control himself.

"Brat, you must endure it!" the Dragon Intent Grass urgently reminded Ricky. "He has been cultivating much longer than you, so it's normal that the gap between your strength is still this vast. He isn't a suitable opponent for you this time, but perhaps, he can be in the future. You just have to be patient."

Ricky didn't respond. He kept on glaring at Lanny with blood-thirsty eyes, and he forced himself to stand up, his mouth bleeding from the effort.

No matter what happened today, he firmly promised himself that he wouldn't kneel before these bastards. He would never bend his knees in front of the person he hated the most!

However, the moment that Ricky straightened, his bones shattered under the pressure. White-hot pain pervaded his body, along with endless humiliation.

The events that transpired in the Snow Land were happening again.

He swore that the next time he saw Lanny, he would trample him under his feet. But now, it seemed that nothing had changed, and Ricky was still the same loser he had been before.

Perhaps the only difference between then and now was that he was safe here in the Misty South Palace, as Lanny couldn't kill him here. However, the humiliation he suffered seemed to have been multiplied tenfold.