Logan Hall of Preston City Pays His Respect to the Northern King

Joseph was one of the six great martial arts practitioners of the younger generation in Preston City.

Youth was potential. Joseph was not even twenty years old yet but he was already a junior martial arts practitioner.

Give him ten years and he would definitely be able to reach the warrior level!

Whether or not they could reach the warlord level before fifty years old would depend on the Thomas family's resources.

And Zaester was a hedonistic son of a rich family. In terms of weight, even ten of him could not be compared to Joseph alone. 

"You win, let's wait and see!" Zaester was about to slam the door and leave.

At this moment.

"Stop!" Braydon's thin lips moved slightly.

"What's the matter with you? You're just an abandoned son who cannot even be compared to a dog. Did you really think that I wanted to talk to you just now? I only thought of you as a stupid dog and was just teasing you!"