Chapter 360: Is this what they call a master on the Tiger List?

Three moves?

On hearing this, Maverick Scot let out a cold, arrogant laugh, and retorted, "You've got quite the nerve! Don't bite off more than you can chew! Don't talk about three moves, if you can withstand my single move, I'll write my name, Maverick Scot, backwards!"

As soon as his sentence ended, Maverick Scot took a step forward like an arrow. With a booming sound, the floor under his feet cracked instantaneously as he unleashed an astonishing wave of momentum, raising gusts of strong wind.

Hiss!

The oncoming wind that scraped against the onlookers' faces felt like a blade, seemingly intending to peel off their skin, sending chills down their spines.

Is this the true strength of a renowned martial artist?

The crowd couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts, as Maverick Scot, carrying his unrivalled momentum, neared White Mitchell.

However, conversely, White Mitchell, continued to stride forward at a leisurely pace with no sign of countering.