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Chapter 1049: Chapter 1049: Golden Dragon Swallowing the Sun
The martial arts tournament was originally a contest of skills among the outstanding disciples within the martial arts community.
According to the rules, the competition starts with the weakest and moves on to the strongest, allowing all participants to demonstrate their abilities.
Only then does the main character make a grand entrance at the last moment.
This time, everyone knew that the main character would be Hendrick Kensington.
They came here only to express their attitudes.
With the appearance of the Young Master, the Kensington Family would surely soar to great heights!
Indeed, it would benefit them greatly to curry favor early on.
But now, just as some low-level disciples had just made their moves, Matthias Moore walked up to the stage with an air of authority.
Was he not here to cause trouble?
"Master Matthew Moore, you are a Grandmaster. Isn’t it bullying to enter the competition now?"
Hendrick Kensington sat below the stage, speaking out coldly.
He was the true host!
Matthias Moore’s presence today was, in itself, provocative.
His actions now revealed his ambitious and relentless intentions for all to see!
"Young Master Kensington, we had an agreement,"
Matthias Moore stood on the stage, his hands clasped behind his back, and said indifferently, "Those remnants of Seven Clouds Academy should be dealt with here in the arena below my feet! Do you intend to go back on your word?"
The crowd erupted!
After many years of silence, someone finally stood up to challenge the Seven Clouds Academy!
"Master Matthew Moore is indeed a Grandmaster. Such spirit is beyond the reach of ordinary people!"
Someone shouted loudly.
"A Grandmaster should act exactly like that!"
For a moment, the area below the stage resounded with thunderous applause!
Those in the martial arts world despised Seven Clouds Academy to the bone, and with a Grandmaster backing them now, they were extremely excited!
Amidst the cheers that surrounded him, Hendrick Kensington gripped his fists tightly.
At a time like this, whoever killed the remnants of Seven Clouds Academy in public would become a hero!
But Matthias Moore had beaten him to the punch!
"It’s of no consequence."
Leighton Yarrow quietly slipped an elixir into Hendrick Kensington’s hand when no one was looking.
"After taking it, your strength will increase by fifty percent for a brief period, but you must find a place to rest after three joss stick’s time."
"Thank you, Master!"
Hendrick Kensington’s eyes shone with a fierce light.
Three joss sticks’ time was far too long!
With half a joss stick’s time, he would defeat Matthias Moore and kill the remnants of Seven Clouds Academy!
"After it’s done, wait for me in the eastern wing."
After speaking, Leighton Yarrow closed his eyes to meditate.
And on the stage, looking down at the martial artists who were cheering and jumping ecstatically, Matthias Moore pointed at Templeton Lena and Venassa Pine, taunting them with disdain, "The two of you, I have long heard of how Seven Clouds Academy used to dominate the martial arts world. Today, Moore would like to see just what sort of cats and dogs they really are!"
With those words, the entire place went wild!
To call Seven Clouds Academy cats and dogs, Matthias Moore was the first person in his era to dare such a thing!
As it happened,
Julius Reed had just entered the Kensington’s estate when he heard these words.
"Who is this?"
He looked at Matthias Moore and laughed, "Quite arrogant, aren’t you!"
When he saw the ’Golden Dragon Swallowing the Sun’ flag, Julius Reed was slightly taken aback before shaking his head with a smile.
Beneath the flag, Venassa Pine and Templeton Lena were seated.
"Do you want to deal with him?"
Aron Jackson asked in a deep voice.
"No need, you are not his match. This kid does have some skills. To kill him, I would have to do it myself."
Julius Reed could feel that the other was a Grandmaster.
Ordinary people going up against him would be just delivering themselves to death.
"Let’s find a spot to sit down first, enjoy the show."
Julius Reed waved his hand and the group proceeded to a corner table and sat down.
Karen discreetly left and returned half a minute later with a dusty, crushed flat cap in hand.
Green it was indeed, and truly ugly.
"Matthias Moore, during the heyday of my Seven Clouds Academy, your Moore family ancestors didn’t even dare to fart!"
Templeton Lena stood up angrily, pointing at Matthias Moore and shouting, "Back then, your father knelt before Mad Dragon like a dog. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?"
"Shut up!"
Matthias Moore’s face became red with anger.
This incident was a lifelong shame for his Moore Family!
"Scoundrel, I’ll take your life!"
With a leap!
After speaking, he soared into the air.
Templeton Lena was not a Grandmaster, and he was bound to die under this strike!
Just as Julius Reed was about to stand up,
a figure suddenly shot up.
Bang!
In mid-air, he collided with Matthias Moore.
"Cooper Ridge! President Ridge?"
Matthias Moore took a few steps back, looking at Cooper Ridge in confusion, "What do you mean by this?"
During the heyday of the Martial Arts Association, he would never have dared to question it in this manner.
But now, with both the former President and the Vice President tragically dead and elite members defecting in large numbers,
the Martial Arts Association was no longer what it used to be.
"Life and death will be determined in the arena. Isn’t it somewhat improper for Master Matthew Moore to haphazardly step in and take action?"
Cooper Ridge said this, steeling himself.
"President Ridge, what do you mean by this!"
A martial artist slammed the table and stood up, pointing at him and questioning: "The Martial Arts Association claims to be the orthodox of the world’s martial arts, and now you’re actually sheltering the remnant of Seven Clouds Academy! Has your backbone been broken together with the death of President Jerry Anderson?"
"Exactly! We heard President Anderson died at the hands of Seven Clouds Academy, could it be that President Ridge is too cowardly and now entangled with those from Seven Clouds Academy, how does that honor the name of Martial Arts Association!"
"Heh, the Martial Arts Association and how similar it is to Seven Clouds Academy back then! Both had their leaders killed and then scattered like dogs! I think they might as well unite and be called the League of Losers!"
Within the Kensington Family mansion, the crowd burst into loud laughter.
In their eyes, the Martial Arts Association was about the same as the Seven Clouds Academy.
Claiming to be the orthodox of martial arts meant that others were not orthodox!
Previously they dared not offend when the Association was at its peak.
Now that the tree had fallen and the monkeys scattered, everyone could hardly wait to kick it while it was down!
"Hiss..."
Cooper Ridge took a deep breath, trying to calm his own emotions.
Was he not aware that Jerry Anderson had died at the hands of Seven Clouds Academy?
But Jerry Anderson, as strong as he was, a six-star martial artist!
Defeated and killed.
He, merely a five-star martial artist, could he fight?
The Association still had to survive!
There were many members still waiting for Cooper Ridge to restore the Association!
Revenge?
It would likely lead to even more deaths.
If it were only up to him, he could declare war against Seven Clouds Academy.
To die and thus to prove the way!
But after his death, the Martial Arts Association would likely face dissolution.
He was the President!
He represented the interests of the entire Martial Arts Association!
Personal gains and losses had to be set aside.
"If you want to touch them, you’ll have to get past me first!"
Cooper Ridge steeled his heart, ignoring the abuse and insults, and stood in front of Matthias Moore.
The only way out for the Association was to rely on Seven Clouds Academy.
Cooper Ridge didn’t know if his decision was right; he could only bet everything.
There was no choice.
They would only have a chance if they faced death.
"Mr. Ridge, do you really intend to..."
"Seven Clouds Academy does not need anyone to stand in its way!"
Templeton Lena stood up and said coldly, "If you want to fight, then we shall fight!"
Knowing he was outmatched, yet without fear!
He did not inform Julius Reed about this.
Mad Dragon had his own matters to attend to.
But at such a gathering of martial artists, the flag of Seven Clouds Academy had to be present!
Starting from ten years ago!
That was how it was.
Wherever there was a gathering of martial artists, there was the Gold Dragon Swallowing the Sun flag!
Wherever there was sunlight, the Gold Dragon Swallowing the Sun flag had to be erected!
Once upon a time, the Gold Dragon Swallowing the Sun flag was planted across all lakes and seas!
Now, Templeton Lena wanted to use this battle to declare to the world.
Seven Clouds Academy had never fallen!
"He’s still so impulsive." Julius Reed pointed at Templeton Lena and laughed, "Ever since I started the academy, he’s been stubborn. He never informs me about such life-risking matters."
Having said that, he took out a mask from his pocket.
The Dragon-patterned mask.
He put it on his face.
"Do you know why he has survived until now?"
Julius Reed answered his own question: "Because under the Gold Dragon Swallowing the Sun flag, no one dares to make a move against Seven Clouds Academy. Clearly, some people have a bad memory. Now, I need to help them refresh it."
Having spoken,
Julius Reed stood up and said in a deep voice, "Under the Gold Dragon Swallowing the Sun flag, who dares not kneel!"
PS: Fifth update.
Gout is really painful.
Will go to the hospital early tomorrow.
Thank you all for being so understanding when I can only update three or four times.
I’ll remember this kindness, Lody.
Thank you for your gold rewards, which leave me overwhelmed with gratitude.
In short, starting tomorrow, I will do my best to repay those who support me.
Thankful for everyone,
and for your companionship along the way.
Wishing you all good health and that everything goes your way.
And also wishing that "The Dragon Lord’s Comeback," the book you’ve supported, can get updated faster, and wishing its author Jesse River doesn’t get sick again...
