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Fortunately, the pain did not last long. Soon, Zeke's vision returned, and the pain subsided.
When he opened his eyes, he realized he was in a different area.
It was an old forest deep in the mountains with dense shade from the trees. Not far ahead of them was a stream.
We've teleported? What a magical experience.
The space turbulence nearly tore Zeke apart, and the pain still lingered. Zeke sat on the floor, panting, as he
recollected himself.
Yannick asked, “Mr. Williams, what's the matter?”
Huh?
A thought struck Zeke, and he quickly looked from side to side.
Yannick and Yoshua were standing beside him, calm and breathing fine. They did not look like they had just
experienced tremendous pain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA feeling of doubt rose in Zeke's chest.
The space turbulence had been so intense earlier that even he, a Celestial Class warrior, was nearly shredded.
Technically, the powerful space turbulence should have torn the Lewis brothers into pieces.
But why do they seem fine? This isn't right. It can't be that the brothers are actually powerful people, right? Are
they merely playing the role of fools? That's unlikely.
Zeke then asked, “Did you not feel pain when you were teleporting earlier?”
Yannick and Yoshua shared a look of confusion.
“Pain? Why would we?”
“It happened in just the blink of an eye. It's not painful at all.”
Zeke was in disbelief. The turbulence had been tearing his body in all directions, but the brothers had not felt a
thing.
He quickly asked them, “Do you feel nothing when you teleport?”
Yannick replied, “Honestly, we do feel something. It feels like traveling in water, and there's a little resistance. But
it's not painful. In fact, it feels a little comfortable.”
At that, a bitter smile grew on Zeke's lips.
He was a Celestial Class warrior, but he had been tormented on his way here.
On the other hand, two normal martial artists, Yannick and Yoshua, felt nothing but comfort on their way here.
Wait. A thought popped into Zeke's head.
The space turbulence must have attacked according to the person's ability. The more powerful they are, the more
powerful the space turbulence's attacks will be. It's like a non-Newtonian fluid. The stronger you are, the stronger
the non-Newtonian fluid. Similarly, if you're weak, the non-Newtonian fluid will become like water. What a strange
phenomenon.
Nevertheless, that was not the time for Zeke to dwell on that. He said to Yannick, “Let's go. Bring me to Hawkeye.”
“Okay.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYannick and Yoshua then followed the stream in the old forest.
Less than two kilometers of walking later, the smell of food wafted into Zeke's nose.
It smelled like someone was grilling meat.
The brothers picked up the pace and soon encountered a man.
The man who had his back facing them was a burly man.
In front of him was a fire, and he was roasting chicken on a stick.
Yannick hastily greeted the burly man, still panting, “Mr. Hawk, we're... we're here.”
Hawkeye did not even bother turning around as he impatiently said, “Why have you only come now? I was about to
leave if you still did not show up.”
“Sorry!” Yannick quickly apologized. “We encountered a little trouble, so we were a little later than we thought.
We've resolved the trouble, though.”
Hawkeye inclined his head. “Good to know that you're here now. Go and get some firewood for me.”
Yannick then said, “Yoshua, get some firewood for Mr. Hawk first. I'll introduce our new comrade to him.”
“New comrade?” Hawkeye wondered out loud before finally turning around.
That was the first time Zeke saw him. True to his name, the man had eyes like a hawk, always-observing and
creepy. If children saw him, they would be terrified.
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