Chapter 277

Conrad dared not speak another word. He had spent hundreds of millions to be Horace's disciple, an average disciple at that. With no strong ties to the latter, he could be forsaken easily. He could not be compared to the four young men in front of him. They were Horace's favorite disciples.

“Mr. Voss, I sent Conrad flying with just a punch. How am I no match for this guy?” Dante refused to believe