Yet the Empire had no inkling of the existence of such a vast enterprise. It dawned on Octavian that this oversight was likely due to Heaven's role in safeguarding the Sky Group's intelligence.

"Had it not been for Heaven's interference, the Wilson family and the Sky Group would have crumbled by my hand!" Octavian regarded Anthony with a mixture of contempt and annoyance. Anthony, though seemingly weak, had proven to be a persistent thorn in his side.

Octavian could have easily crushed Anthony, yet for various reasons, Octavian refrained, letting Anthony invite further complications for him. The rapid development of Highwyn's martial arts world owed much to the backing of the Wilson family and other wealthy patrons.

Two decades earlier, Empire had waged a campaign against Highwyn's martial arts world, a conflict that ended with Highwyn's victory. The defeat had left many of the powerful families in ruins, reducing the Empire to a shell of its former self.

This shift in power was what had led Octavian to enlist individuals from Ibaeni like Joelle and Lilliana, a move previously unthinkable within the Empire's ranks.

"Indeed, I am Anthony." His voice was steady. To Octavian's shock, Anthony began to rise from his wheelchair.

"Actually, I have another identity. I am 'Night,' from Heaven."

Octavian's eyes widened at the sight of Anthony's standing up from the wheelchair. He was surprised at first, but the look of surprise on his face quickly gave way to joy.

"Wait a second... Are you really ‘Night?’ So I wasn't wrong! Ha-ha!

So, you pretended to be disabled so that Empire would let down its guard and temporarily shift its attention away from you and the Wilson family, right? Well, congratulations! You made it!

No wonder you are a top hacker. You are absolutely smart. But there is one thing I don't understand. What gives you the courage to show up in front of me? Is it just because of that guy behind you?" As he said this, Octavian pointed mockingly at Jack. There was undisguised contempt on Octave's face.

Jack cast a cold glance at Octavian. He didn't say anything and just snorted.

"I only need three minutes to deal with him. Once I am done with him, it will be your turn then!" Octavian said loudly.

Although he said so and seemed confident, Octavian knew deep down that he didn't have much time.

The truth was that he had no idea how long Kent could hold on against Maria.

The last thing Octavian wanted was to fight with Maria. So, to avoid this, he had to defeat Anthony and Jack as quickly as possible and flee away.

While Octavian was thinking about how to deal with them, he suddenly saw something.

Anthony had rolled up his sleeves, revealing seven metal plates on his right forearm.

When Anthony slowly pulled out one of those metal plates, Octavian noticed the tiny needles in each plate.

As Anthony removed the needles from his right forearm one by one, his aura gradually changed.

When Anthony removed the second metal plate, Octavian felt an immense power emanating from Anthony. The power Anthony gave off already exceeded Jack's.

"So you are a fighter? I see!" Octavian said coldly.

Octavian now finally understood why Anthony was bold enough to stand up from the wheelchair in front of him. Anthony seemed ready to fight with him.

After Anthony removed all the metal plates from his forearm, he had reached a point where Octavian couldn't judge his power anymore.