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Chapter 1050: Chapter 1050: Acting for Heaven
The sound arose, instantaneously capturing everyone’s attention.
The Martial Artists had originally focused on Master Matthew Moore of Wellington Radcliffe.
But now, someone dared to brazenly demand they kneel?
Inconceivable.
Courting death!
The Martial Artists abhorred the Seven Clouds Academy to the bone.
In the past, they had even set fire to burn tens of thousands of the Golden Dragon Devouring the Sun flags!
Flags that once fluttered atop each martial hall, vanished overnight.
The Golden Dragon Devouring the Sun represented supreme power!
It symbolized an era!
But, that era had come to a close.
Now, whoever dares flaunt the Golden Dragon Devouring the Sun flag.
Everyone is to be executed upon sight! 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
"Who on earth are you, daring to spout nonsense here? With the distinguished Master Matthew Moore of Wellington standing in this courtyard, you actually dare to call for us to kneel?"
A gray-haired elder stood up and scoffed, "Today, so many remnants of the Seven Clouds Academy have infiltrated!"
With Matthias Moore present, everyone felt quite reassured.
At the same time, they anticipated the eradication of these remnants of the Seven Clouds Academy!
The hatred of seven years is not so easily forgotten.
"Today, it really is eventful."
Matthias Moore stood with his hands clasped behind his back, chuckling as he sized up Julius Reed, "Indeed, these remnants are like rats, not even daring to show their true faces. Wearing masks, just like clowns."
His eyes were full of disdain.
In the past, the strength of Seven Clouds Academy relied completely on its leader, Mad Dragon.
One could say, without Mad Dragon, Seven Clouds Academy was just a powerful martial organization.
Similar to the current Deep Cold.
It simply did not possess such powerful dominance.
Now that Mad Dragon had died, even though Seven Clouds Academy was still at its peak, four years ago, it was still decimated.
Only leaving behind these remnants.
Templeton Lena and Venassa Pine were so excited they couldn’t speak.
Mad Dragon!
Mad Dragon himself came!
Cooper Ridge also shuddered, collapsing directly into a chair.
Initially, it was this masked man before them who had crushingly defeated Jerry Anderson.
He was relieved, having stepped forward just moments ago.
It might at least exchange for a moment’s peace, a tranquility for the Martial Arts Association.
Countless people awaited their dissolution, but Cooper Ridge wanted to save a teetering empire!
As for the stigma?
Being able to let more colleagues in the martial association live, allowing the lowest ranks to have food and clothes.
That was enough.
He questioned himself, "During those seven years Seven Clouds Academy dominated, it did not hinder the progress of martial arts.
The association was merely submissive.
Including the association president, everyone’s life was unaffected.
On the contrary, with Seven Clouds Academy imposing sanctions, many organizations dared not openly clash.
Those were also the most prosperous seven years of the martial world.
Later, after the downfall of Seven Clouds Academy, fighting for the so-called supreme treasure, many martial organizations began slaughtering each other.
Many unrelated to Seven Clouds Academy were killed by their adversaries and then clothed in Seven Clouds Academy garbs.
These four years, undertows surged within the martial world.
The rise of Deep Cold was paved with countless corpses.
Step by step, leading to today!
Cooper Ridge had no ambition.
He didn’t want to rule as the righteous martial leader, nor did he wish to dominate.
He only wanted to act as a pillar to hold up the wall of the martial association when it threatened to collapse amongst overwhelming pressure.
The higher-ups, with their accumulated wealth over the years, had left one after another.
Remaining were those who were not wealthy.
Thinking of this, he trembled as he stood up.
Step by step, he walked towards Julius Reed.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, he followed step by step.
Each step was immensely heavy!
"Cooper, what are you doing?"
Someone mocked coldly, "Just finished groveling to Seven Clouds Academy, and now you want to turn against them? If that’s the case, the martial association’s dignity is completely lost by you!"
"Nonsense about being the rightful martial authority, nothing but a defeated dog! As a member of the martial community, you actually protect Seven Clouds Academy!"
"Pah!"
Immediately, curses erupted.
Jerry Anderson’s death in battle meant the decline of the Martial Arts Association was inevitable.
Internally, they had long since fragmented.
If not for Jerry Anderson, a six-star Martial Artist holding sway, the directors below would have long been at each other’s throats.
Back then, when Jerry Anderson had died, the conflict had thoroughly ignited.
The directors fought fiercely, and after they had divided the martial arts association’s assets, they each went their separate ways.
Some established their own factions, while others fled to other forces.
As a result, the youngest and least experienced among the directors, Cooper Ridge, was appointed in an emergency.
He was pushed into the position of president.
Now, he had to do something that would ruin his own reputation.
He had even made preparations to be impeached upon his return.
"President Ridge?"
Even Matthias Moore squinted his eyes, wanting to see what this new president was really planning.
"Martial Arts Association?"
Julius Reed asked aloud.
On his way here, he noticed that this middle-aged man had intervened to help Templeton Lena.
Therefore, he wasn’t in a rush to make a move.
Instead, he wanted to see what this new president would do when faced with the murderer of the previous president.
What actions he would take.
"Martial Arts Association President, Cooper Ridge, has met Mad Dragon!"
Thump!
Cooper Ridge knelt on one knee.
Hands clasped in a fist!
"Please Mad Dragon, spare the Martial Arts Association!"
A man only kneels to heaven and earth!
And to his parents!
But now, he was kneeling to his enemy!
Cooper Ridge no longer cared about his lifelong reputation.
As long as he could ensure a peaceful life for his brothers in the association, that was enough.
At this kneel, the entire arena fell silent.
Many people had shock in their eyes, even forgetting the words that were on the tip of their tongues.
They had not thought that Cooper Ridge would appease Seven Clouds Academy.
After all.
When Matthias Moore made his move earlier, Cooper Ridge had intervened to stop him.
But they never dreamed that Cooper Ridge would actually kneel in public to the remnants of Seven Clouds Academy.
Even a dying camel is bigger than a horse.
A centipede dies but never falls down!
Let alone the association?
Half a month ago, they still claimed the true lineage of martial arts, looking down on all martial artists.
Now.
The president was kneeling in public.
Even Julius Reed felt a hint of astonishment in his heart.
"A man should stand tall and upright; you really didn’t need to do this."
He gently bent down and helped Cooper Ridge up.
"Ridge isn’t doing this for himself."
Cooper Ridge raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
"I understand."
Julius Reed patted Cooper Ridge’s shoulder and walked past him.
"Jerry Anderson’s wrongdoings have nothing to do with the association."
When Cooper Ridge heard this phrase, the last bit of strength in him seemed to be drained.
He collapsed to the ground.
"Did you guys hear? Cooper Ridge called him... Mad Dragon?"
"Impossible! Mad Dragon is dead!"
The martial artists gasped, seeing the masked man before them for the first time.
"I just heard him, he called you Mad Dragon."
Matthias Moore smiled nonchalantly, "Don’t tell me you’re a fake Mad Dragon, even if you were the real one, I would still kill you."
Back then, he was not a Grandmaster.
Facing the oppression of Seven Clouds Academy, he could only bear the humiliating burden.
Now, he was a Young Master Grandmaster!
A mere cough, and Wellington Radcliffe’s martial arts circle would tremble.
Just right, a battle today would make his name known!
"Just you?"
Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling lightly, "Truly not enough qualifications."
"Just me!"
Matthias Moore leaped onto the platform.
He stretched out a hand, lightly beckoning with his finger, "Today, no remnants of Seven Clouds Academy shall leave alive! I, Master Matthew Moore, shall act for heaven!"
"I am heaven." Julius Reed sprang forward in one step, appearing instantly before Matthias Moore.
"You, act for me?"
