"Have we... accepted the challenge?" Hume Rose had seen many big scenes, but today he was truly a little confused.

It wasn’t because of anything else.

Recently, he had heard quite a bit about the church’s reemergence in the martial arts world.

After all, he was a man destined to be the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch.

No news in the martial arts world could be hidden from him.

The church had been showing up quite frequently lately, with many Western martial artists being killed. Hume Rose had people investigate and came to a conclusion.

After lying low for a long time, the church was preparing to come out.

And they were quite influential.

He had long wanted to cooperate with the church.

Take care of some powerful enemies first.

And then, once it’s just him and the church left, compete for supremacy.

Meeting the so-called archbishop of the church today was a good thing.

They could discuss cooperation.

But seeing that the church was aggressively trying to kill someone, Hume Rose assumed they’d be an expert.

Turns out, it’s a drunkard?

A drunk?

So drunk, can he still fight?

"Who? Who wants to fight me?" Iwan Martinez stumbled out with a sword, reeking of alcohol.

All the Great Grandmasters in the high-class area pushed open their doors, standing in front to watch the show.

Interesting.

There’s trouble at the Rose residence, and Hume Rose is personally hosting.

Both individuals seem to be of significant background.

Though he’s so drunk, could he be practicing drunken fist?

"Me!"

Just as everyone was curious about their identities, the black-clad archbishop spoke up: "The church demands justice from you!"

"Church?"

"Recently, the church hasn’t stopped dying, and I’ve heard rumors about these Western martial artists too."

"Along the way, any Western martial artist that showed up met a grim fate. They say the culprit is Silvio Reed’s subordinate, called... Iwan Martinez?"

"Yes, it’s Iwan Martinez! It’s that Iwan Martinez guy! Ruthless and has a sidekick as well."

Mention Iwan Martinez, and even those who haven’t seen him have heard his name.

He’s a brutal person.

As long as the opponent is known to be from the church, he kills without a second thought.

"Haha, now that the church’s experts have come knocking, I’m curious to see what skills this Iwan Martinez really has!"

"The church doesn’t come with good intentions. Fortunately, when I met Western martial artists, I didn’t actively make things difficult for them. Look at this, this guy can make Hume Rose accompany him the whole time, you know he’s powerful."

Great Grandmasters gossiped as they watched the show.

It’s a small circle among top-tier martial artists, and many knew each other.

"The church?" Iwan Martinez impatiently cursed: "Damn church dogs followed me here? Can I never escape you dogs no matter where I go?"

He was reeking with alcohol, unable to even stand steadily.

His speech was slurred like his tongue was tied.

But the more he acted this way, the more people anticipated seeing Iwan Martinez.

"Rude!" The black-clad archbishop’s face was extremely displeased!

He didn’t expect his opponent to be a drunkard.

Moreover, so unconventional, speaking without thinking.

Facing the church, not even the basic respect was shown.

Top-tier martial artists should give each other mutual respect, shouldn’t they?

Where’s the Great Grandmaster’s dignity?

Gone?

Iwan Martinez really didn’t care.

He only cared about one thing.

And that’s alcohol.

Aside from alcohol, nothing was worth Iwan Martinez’s consideration.

His life was simple; if Silvio Reed told him to kill, he’d kill.

If Silvio Reed told him to save, he’d save.

As for the rest of the time, it was all dedicated to drinking.

"Get lost!" Iwan Martinez pointed at the black-clad archbishop, drunkenly saying: "Don’t disturb my beautiful dreams!"

After speaking, he staggered back into the room. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The door was broken, so it couldn’t be closed.

And so.

In full view, Iwan Martinez grabbed a jar of wine and drank it heartily.

After finishing, he smashed the jar fiercely, then plopped down on the table and snored away.

"This is... damn it!" The black-clad archbishop couldn’t stand it anymore. He took steps, ready to rush in and kill.

"Hey, we did agree beforehand. If he wants to fight you, I won’t stop him. Life and death are determined by fate, wealth by the heavens." Hume Rose stretched out his hand, stopping the black-clad archbishop, smiling: "But now, he doesn’t want to fight you, sorry, according to our prior agreement, this doesn’t count."

"Mr. Rose, today I must kill him! Step aside, and the church will remember this favor." The black-clad archbishop said very seriously.

Under everyone’s gaze, the church was humiliated.

Humiliated right in front of him, the black-clad archbishop.

Once this news spreads, forget about the church’s dignity, even within the church, the black-clad archbishop’s face would be lost completely!

He wouldn’t be able to hold his head high in the future!

"The church’s favor is nice, but Hume Rose’s dignity is worth more!"

Hume Rose withdrew his smile, his face solemn: "I’ve stated my terms beforehand. These are my rules, Mr. Rose’s rules on my territory!"

The church’s dignity?

If he let the church kill that drunkard, how would he maintain his dignity?

How could he lead after?

The position of Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch isn’t so easy to fill.

Sitting above, it comes with difficulties.

First, he must convince everyone.

He spoke very clearly.

He acknowledged the church’s importance, but also his own concerns.

If the church’s people insisted on breaking in, it meant disrespecting Hume Rose.

Disrespecting Hume Rose only led to death!

No other possibility.

"Really, no chance?" The black-clad archbishop asked unwillingly once more.

"No." Hume Rose shook his head.

But just as the black-clad archbishop felt indignant, he saw someone walk over.

"I’ve said before, after dark, no roaming around." Hume Rose looked at the newcomer, speaking softly.

"But now, isn’t this black-robed person wandering around?" Julius Reed pointed at the black-clad archbishop, questioning.

This question left Hume Rose embarrassed.

Indeed, he had broken his own rule first.

"This gentleman seems itching to fight, yet can’t do so, feeling restless inside."

Julius Reed smiled broadly, completely disregarding the murderous gaze from the black-clad archbishop!

"What, you want to try me?" The black-clad archbishop directed his anger towards Julius Reed.

If he couldn’t kill Iwan Martinez, he’d take down this pretentious blind man!

"A blind man like you sure sees things clearly." Hume Rose chuckled: "What do you want?"

Under everyone’s gaze, wishing to become Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch meant every action must be considered carefully.

The Rose family had already angered many by unifying the southeast.

Now, if he couldn’t handle problems well, he’d face big trouble in the future.

"I want to see a fight. Today, the drunk inside and this black-robed one must have one die!"

Julius Reed spoke with anticipation: "I was awakened from sleep, can’t rest in peace without witnessing a fight!"

"Haha, rest in peace, you truly want to rest." The black-clad archbishop was filled with killing intent.

"Inside drunkard, I have Moutai from ’86! Care for a sip?"

"It’s from 86 BC!"

Bang!

Just as Julius Reed finished speaking.

The table was overturned, and Iwan Martinez rushed to his side in a flash.