The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 1640: Chapter 1640: The strong never complain about their environment

”Gambling dogs have no future.”

Carson Flores looked at Luis Heath, calmly replied, ”I think what he said is very true.”

Luis Heath’s gaze turned back to Evan Foster’s face: ”He’s not your man?”

Evan Foster laughed, ”He’s not a disciple of the Treasure Path Sect, but he’s my friend. I advise you not to stir up trouble, or we don’t need to wait for the fight; we can start now.”

Luis Heath snorted coldly, ”This is the Northern Mystic Sect, not the Treasure Path Sect. It’s not your place to act wild.”

Evan Foster said lazily, ”Less nonsense, talking is tiring for this young master, especially with someone like you, it greatly affects my mood and thus my health... Just say it directly, when do we fight? I’ve even sent someone to your door. You’re third, I’m seventh, don’t tell me you don’t dare.”

”Don’t dare?”

Luis Heath laughed wildly, ”When have I ever been afraid to fight? Even a Golden Immortal I dare to smack, let alone a sickly ghost like you, I’m just afraid one punch will kill you.”

Evan Foster ignored Luis Heath’s arrogance, speaking languidly as if basking in the warm sunshine of a spring noon, feeling unable to muster any energy, ”Time, place.”

Luis Heath’s eyes revealed a fierce look, ”Three days later, back mountain, Five Fight Valley.”

Evan Foster laughed, ”Alright, not seeing you off!”

Though this was the Northern Mystic Sect, Evan Foster showed no respect for Luis Heath, his attitude quite casual, which only increased the ferocity in Luis Heath’s eyes.

Luis Heath didn’t waste more words, turned around and left, but not before giving Carson Flores a vicious glare, full of threat.

I remember you!

Carson Flores remained calm, not worried.

This is the Northern Mystic Sect, so he wouldn’t dare do anything to me here. Once outside, even if I can’t beat him, can’t I at least run?

I’ve never flinched from a Heavenly Immortal chasing me, why fear a True Immortal Peak?

Evan Foster naturally noticed Luis Heath’s actions too, turning his head with a smile, ”This guy looks so tall and brawny, but his mind is even narrower than a needle’s eye. Don’t mind him, let’s leave later together, he won’t dare do anything, and I just happen to want to ask you to help me with alchemy.”

Carson Flores looked surprised, ”You’ve already gone to prepare Phoenix Blood?”

Evan Foster nodded, ”After you mentioned it to me before, I sent a message to my father through special channels. If everything goes smoothly, I might already have the Phoenix Blood, and it’s on its way here now.”

Carson Flores sighed inwardly, as expected of one of the Top Ten Immortal Sects, they got the Phoenix Blood with just a word.

”If the wait isn’t long, then there’s no problem, I can wait.”

Evan Foster smiled, ”Where are you planning to go after leaving here?”

Carson Flores shook his head, ”There’s something yet to be confirmed, so I can’t decide for now.”

Evan Foster cheerfully said, ”Then we’ll talk about it later. Even if you have urgent matters, it doesn’t matter. I’m out here to fight and have fun anyway, I can go with you, and they’ll naturally find me later.”

Carson Flores nodded, ”Alright!”

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The time for Evan Foster and Luis Heath’s duel arrived, Carson Flores and others accompanied Evan Foster to the back mountain as invited.

The Northern Mystic Sect covers a vast area; besides various peaks where the sect’s disciples cultivate, the Sect Main Hall and other locations, there are also hunting grounds filled with numerous demonic beasts, gardens cultivating countless spiritual medicines, resembling a small country.

The Martial Battle Valley is a massive and open basin, at least hundreds of miles in diameter, with formations around the valley, enveloping the entire basin.

When Carson Flores and others arrived, thousands of sect members from the Northern Mystic Sect had already gathered at the edge of the Five Fight Valley, all there to watch the battle.

Ranked third on the Immortal Ranking, one of the young leaders of the Northern Mystic Sect, Luis Heath.

Ranked seventh on the Immortal Ranking, the Saint Heir of the Treasure Path Sect, Evan Foster.

Besides the disciples of various peaks, many high-ranking members of the Northern Mystic Sect had also come to watch, as this concerned the sect’s honor, they had to show support, while also seeing how formidable the Saint Heir of the Treasure Path Sect was.

Carson Flores glanced around, then turned to say, ”You’re really fighting alone today, without even a single person to cheer for you.”

Evan Foster chuckled, ”Not needed, when the fight starts, who even has the time to look around? Besides, whether there’s cheering or not, the result won’t change; strength determines everything.”

Carson Flores casually joked, ”Makes sense, true strong ones never complain about their environment.”

Evan Foster’s eyes lit up, ”That really has the essence!”

As Evan Foster and his group instantly became the focus of countless Northern Mystic Sect disciples, Luis Heath flew in from the other direction, hovering mid-air, looking cold and arrogant.

Evan Foster took out a handkerchief, coughed vigorously several times, then put it away, turned his head, and smiled, ”When the fight starts later, coughing will affect my performance, better get it out of the system while I can...”

Carson Flores sighed, ”Your health is truly lacking, try to end it quickly.”

Evan Foster gave a slight smile, ”It’s no big deal, today I’ll let Brother Lin see our Treasure Path Sect’s fighting style!”

Carson Flores laughed, ”Using a ton of magical treasures to smash him to death?”

Evan Foster laughed heartily, flew into the air, ”Brother Lin, watch closely, and see me go beat him up good!”