Midnight.
Inside a villa on the outskirts of Imperial City.
A young man wearing a white mask with thunder sigil was sitting on the sofa. No one could see his face or his expression, only his sharp eyes were revealed.
There was a man kneeling in front of the young man. If Alexander was here, he would recognised him. He was his first opponent that he defeated in the ring, Cyrus.
“Master, that White Tiger guy was extremely powerful. He was able to beat me with one punch.” Cyrus said. Just remembering the Tiger sent a shiver down his spine.
Thunder King smirked and said, “What level master do you think he is?”
“He should be a Grandmaster level fighter.”
“Are you dumb? No wonder you are still at Martial Master Level. You couldn’t even tell his level. That guy is a Martial King level Figh
