Chapter 2490: Chapter 2490: The Black-Robed Bishop

"Move aside."

Iwan Martinez held his sword, speaking coldly.

He didn’t even bother to look at who was blocking his way.

"In three seconds, I will kill you," Iwan spoke again.

He was one of Silvio Reed’s formidable subordinates, extremely powerful.

The sword in his hand was made from the coffin board of an ancient powerful being.

It carried an overwhelming evil qi.

Combined with Iwan Martinez’s abilities, few could match him in the world.

Since his rise to fame, Iwan had been by Silvio Reed’s side.

Silvio Reed was the great leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, a king of the world, and Iwan was naturally highly respected.

Because he was aloof and solitary by nature.

"Three seconds? If you are Iwan Martinez, I’ll let your head roll in three seconds!"

The church apostle wearing a wide-brimmed hat had a grim expression, with his right hand placed on the sword at his waist, ready to strike at any moment.

They had received information to be wary of an assassin named Iwan Martinez.

Many church apostles, upon receiving the news, were on the lookout everywhere.

Among them, there were those eager for fame, thinking they could make a name for themselves by taking down Iwan Martinez.

The people on Thousand Peaks were numerous, and information was isolated.

Many church apostles didn’t really understand how vast the outside world was or how strong people could be out there.

In their eyes, as long as it was a human, they could be killed.

Iwan Martinez?

Just a slightly more formidable person.

"Answer me, or don’t blame me for mistakenly killing you!" the church apostle asked coldly.

He had been searching everywhere when he happened to encounter a peculiar martial artist.

Iwan’s attire and way of walking were very odd.

Not normal at all.

It just so happened he was holding a wooden sword with ’Iwan Martinez’ written on it.

Wasn’t this just a perfect coincidence?

The church apostle couldn’t let go of such a good opportunity!

This was a chance to rise to fame!

As long as he killed Iwan Martinez, his prestige in the church would certainly rise!

According to the church’s selection criteria, growing up on Thousand Peaks indicated that one’s talent had already been recognized by the Archbishop from a young age.

No adult in the church was of mediocre talent.

They were bursting with confidence, not believing in how strong Iwan really was!

Now that they had encountered him, how could they not strike?

"Answer me!" the church apostle shouted angrily, "Are you or aren’t you...?"

Swish!

The wind rose.

The wind stopped.

Iwan Martinez seemed to stand in place, not moving an inch.

Yet, his sword was stained with fresh blood.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the wooden sword, disappearing without a trace.

The church apostle who had been speaking didn’t have the chance to finish his words.

His head was thrown high, flying over a dozen meters before landing on the ground.

Blood gushed out from the corpse’s neck like a fountain!

Iwan paid no attention, stepping over the corpse, continuing to walk forward.

"You were too noisy," he muttered under his breath as he stepped over the corpse.

Some martial artists passed by, but no one cared.

With so many dead, everyone had become numb.

But in the distance, a church apostle trembled all over, holding a camera and capturing the previous scene.

Only after confirming that Iwan Martinez had left did he cautiously send the video to the church’s group.

’I encountered Iwan Martinez, he’s very strong.’

A short video and a few words.

It caused a stir in the group.

’I couldn’t even see how he drew his sword!’

’Could we have any chance against such an opponent? I suggest that everyone return and find out more before continuing. Otherwise, how is this different from seeking death?’

’He’s human, and humans can be killed. I propose that we join forces to eliminate this opponent!’

The brief one-minute video shook the heart of nearly every church apostle.

The death of their companion wasn’t the issue; the problem was that no one saw how their companion died.

Soon, the Archbishop withdrew the message.

’Continue as planned. Regarding Iwan Martinez, I’ll discuss further before deciding.’

The archbishop spoke personally, and the church apostles quickly quieted down.

Meanwhile, the person who sent the video received a sudden call on his phone.

"Are you sure, did you see clearly?" The Archbishop’s voice came through.

"I’m sure, I saw everything clearly! That person was Iwan Martinez, he took out our man, and I couldn’t even see him make a move!"

The church apostle who received the call from the Archbishop was extremely nervous.

He had been in the church for so long but had never had private communication with the Archbishop.

There were many in the church, but only a few were really familiar with the Archbishop.

"Don’t be nervous, can you confirm the direction Iwan Martinez left?" The Archbishop sensed his anxiety and comforted him.

Previously, the Archbishop had only heard descriptions, but now that he saw the video himself, he realized the matter was not simple.

"I can confirm, going by direction, it seems he’s heading southeast towards the Lu family." The apostle recalled carefully, nodding, "That’s right, he might be going to attend the martial arts gathering hosted by the Lu family."

"Good, follow carefully, report to me immediately if there’s any news." The Archbishop instructed, "I’ve already sent people over to deal with this Iwan Martinez."

"Archbishop, could it be..." The apostle’s eyelids twitched wildly.

"Correct, the Black Bishop is on the way. Now, can you relax?" The Archbishop smiled kindly before hanging up.

"Black Bishop..." The apostle’s eyelids jumped wildly.

"The Black Bishop is coming! No, I must find Iwan Martinez and confirm his whereabouts!" Excitedly, he secured his phone and quickly chased in the direction Iwan had left.

In the church, beneath the Archbishop stood seven bishops, the most powerful.

The Black Bishop was one of them.

Bishops usually didn’t show themselves unless in emergencies.

Far away.

Inside the church.

A man dressed in black stood before the Archbishop.

On the screen behind the Archbishop, the footage replayed continuously.

"What do you think, challenging?" The Archbishop asked, holding a cigar.

"A master for sure, but no matter how strong, one must meet him face to face." The Black Bishop replied calmly.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, but his gaze remained unfazed.

"Find him, by any means necessary, eliminate him." The Archbishop, with a cigar in mouth, sighed from his chair, "The initial setbacks have already impacted morale."

"Leave it to me."

The Black Bishop walked to a wall, taking down a pitch-black sword from it.

"There are no absolute masters in this world, no one without flaws."

With that, he strode out of the church.

At the entrance, the Black Bishop paused.

"Is there really a chance of resurrection?" he asked.

"Ninety percent." The Archbishop replied, holding his cigar.

"You’ve sacrificed the spiritual power of Thousand Peaks for an unknown— is it worth it?" The Black Bishop inquired again.

"Either you take everything or nothing at all." The Archbishop stood firm in tone.

"I understand." The Black Bishop pushed open the door, disappearing on Thousand Peaks.