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Mr Reyes smiled at her action. “Stay where you are.” She said loudly. “Watch me.” Arya slowly started to touch herself, keeping her eyes in contact with the Master. She smirked a bit when her hand slid between her legs and she started to rub her pussy. “Now touch yourself I want to see it.” Her eyes were now fixed on his erect manhood. “You are forgetting yourself Omega, I’m the Master.” He smiled getting up. “I have to say it was quite refreshing to follow your orders for a bit, but I crave something more than my own hand. I know I went harsh on you yesterday so use your mouth now.”

Hidden in the shadows were countless fighters who were even stronger than that. Even though it was rare, the sovereign grade was not unattainable. But Martial Saints? They were almost mythical figures. They were the pinnacle of martial prowess and were rarely seen in the common world. The Master of the Order was a Martial Saint. He was capable of effortlessly crushing any sovereign grade fighters. Ace struggled to accept what he had just heard. The Fox family’s heir had not only reached the Martial Saint level but had also managed to injure the Master of the Order himself.

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

She looked up at the culprit in confusion only to find her Master standing there with a jug in his hand and a mocking smirk plastered on his lips. He was dressed up in gym attire. Rafael had a habit of waking up sharp at 5 am and using the gym till 6 am. He was supposed to have his bath at 6:15 am and to arrange the bath and his clothes were Rose’s duty now but she was nowhere to be seen.

I watched as Master unfolded his arms and pointed at me. "It was either that or blunt force. What would you rather me do? After she took down the other Assassins she became completely unhinged. You couldn't talk to her to save her life." Master spoke passively, never raising his voice. It was like he had a natural passive aura. Or maybe he just knew Drake well enough to not be afraid of his leaders rage. Either way it was a weird encounter to witness. Drake sighed angrily and motioned for me towards the bed. It was a cot like bed with chains attached to the wall. I eyed him warily, not taking my eyes off of him as I walked to the bed. As I sat, Drake righted the chair that I had toppled him

Yes sir" The assistant who had followed his master for many years and had never seen him care for anyone other than his wife was shocked. One has to know, his master had never even cared for his sons in this manner. The Gu family was one of the most prominent families in the country, but it had quite a few members but each of those members were very capable people and because of that most of them were left to fend for themselves as soon as they are old enough to care for themselves. But, right in front of him it seemed there was a reversal, he didn't understand why, but his master seems to treat her like a treasure among the younger generation. But he understood it wasn't in his place to ask

a man who had just become a Grandmaster of First Grade asked. The bad girl said in a low voice, "He was a legend. Ten years ago, he caused a sensation in the Martial Tao world alone. He even scared his enemies to death without showing up. He has killed at least 10 Grandmasters of Eighth Grade or Ninth Grade. The rest of those who had been killed by him were countless. Some called him Devil or ruthless man, and some called him God." Hearing the bad girl's words, the crowd was stunned. The man had had the ability to kill a Grandmaster of Eighth Grade or Ninth Grade 10 years ago. Then how incredible was he now?

Breath still held. Eyes on the door. "Turn around. face me, I want to look into your eyes." Damon did as was told, turned, and faced his Master. At twenty-four, a strong warrior and a fighter. Damon is always nothing but jelly in the presence, voice, or arms of his Master. His eyes were misty, he needed air but he refused to breathe. Maybe it's today he finally dies, why bother the men who would behead him, when he could just take his own life. Damon felt tears burn at the back of his eyes, but he refused to let them free.

Gulp, I swear this man has a personality disorder. "Understand?" "Yes....master."

“I mean, you should have a name. A family.” “I have no one.” “Then how did you get here?” “I don't know.” I slammed my palm on my small, round table, spilling coffee all over the whole place. “I don't know whatever you're up to, but you certainly can't stay here.” I pushed. “I can't be your Master.” Then he stood up, taking slow strides towards me. For a moment, I was blown away by how high and mighty he looked at the moment. If anyone had to call the other master, it could as well be me clinging unto this mysterious guy's feet.