Chapter 292: Carson Flores, Aren’t You Quite the Fighter?_1
"To kill a Grandmaster, naturally only another Grandmaster can do it. Since the Miller Family has no Great Grandmaster, to completely block your escape routes and not give you any chance to run, they must go all out."
In the darkness, Oscar Miller’s voice resounded; he stood in a gloomy corner, staring at Carson Flores with a menacing glint in his eyes, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.
Carson Flores turned his head and could vaguely see Oscar Miller standing behind a tree. He chuckled and said, "Why are you hiding so far away? Are you that afraid?"
Oscar Miller sneered, "I won’t give you the chance to take me hostage."
As Carson Flores smoked, he smiled and said, "You’re quite cautious. I definitely can’t beat three Grandmasters, but that doesn’t mean you can necessarily stop me from escaping."
Oscar Miller laughed, "My great-grandfather is only one step from becoming a Great Grandmaster. Just him alone is enough to defeat you. Add on my two grandfathers, the three of them working together—unless you have grown wings and can fly, this will be where you’re buried."
Carson Flores took two steps to the side, slightly turned his body to avoid being attacked from both front and back: "Planning to take me down directly?"
Oscar Miller laughed heartily, "Don’t worry, we won’t kill you. We’ll just cripple your cultivation. After all, you have a master who likes to go crazy. We still need to have a chat with him. As long as he’s willing to back down, your life can still be spared."
Carson Flores clicked his tongue in praise, "It seems having a good background is indeed very important. If I didn’t have this master, wouldn’t my bones be dismantled today?"