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Chapter 1052: Chapter 1052: Leighton Yarrow Takes Action
The formidable Wellington Radcliffe Matthias Moore, a Young Master!
A prominent figure in the Three-river Province!
A martial arts expert whose mere hand could cover the sky!
Yet.
Under the watchful eyes of all, he was slain on the arena.
Neatly and decisively, without any suspense.
The Seven Clouds Academy’s golden dragon banner that symbolized the sun’s devouring, pierced straight through Matthias Moore’s body, shattering the arena’s marble.
The martial artists stood stunned.
Such an outcome was unexpected by everyone.
Even.
These people sat stunned for a full half-minute, unable to recover their senses.
A Grandmaster, so easily erased?
Who exactly was this masked man?
Could it really be Mad Dragon?
Combining the rumors they had heard earlier with the unusual actions of Cooper Ridge just now...
The situation seemed to be getting complicated.
"How dare you!"
Bang!
Hendrick Kensington fiercely slapped the table and stood up in anger.
In such a crucial moment, he knew his opportunity had come.
With Matthias Moore dead, the martial arts community inside the courtyard was at a loss.
If he could stand forth and execute all the remnant scum of Seven Clouds Academy,
He could definitely make a name for himself!
By then, if the Kensington Family could annex the Moore Family’s martial arts school in the Three-river Province, he would be considered to have achieved great success.
"Mount Shu, Hendrick Kensington, today I will take your life!"
Hendrick Kensington pointed at Julius Reed standing on the arena and said coldly, "If you know what’s good for you, end yourself, and you can keep some dignity! Otherwise, I will make your life worse than death!"
Daring to kill in the Kensington Family, and what’s more, it’s a disciple of the Skyslaughter Sect.
If he didn’t act ruthlessly, Mount Shu also wouldn’t be able to explain this.
The relationship between Skyslaughter Sect and Mount Shu had always been delicate.
And Matthias Moore had died at the Kensington Family.
The situation was difficult to clarify.
Taking advantage of this interval, he quietly crushed the pill that Leighton Yarrow had given him.
Surge of power flowed slowly throughout his body from the palm of his hand.
Hendrick Kensington only felt an immense heat inside him, as if he had endless energy!
His fighting spirit intensified even more!
Even if he were defeated, Leighton Yarrow was still behind him.
Win or lose, he could go all out.
"Master Kensington!"
Behind Hendrick Kensington, the martial artists shouted in unison.
The shock of Matthias Moore’s death was too great.
Many were filled with fear.
Now that Hendrick Kensington had stood up, it undoubtedly offered them reassurance.
Especially since the Mount Shu expert Leighton Yarrow was present.
The Mount Shu’s name was thunderous. 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
"Silence!"
Hendrick Sterling raised one hand, and the whole crowd fell silent.
"What have you decided? Should I, the Grandmaster, personally take action, or will you end your own sinful life?"
A Grandmaster should have the bearing of a Grandmaster.
To strike right away is the act of an assassin.
Not a master.
"You talk too much."
Julius Reed spoke impatiently, "No matter what, today I must kill you. Don’t blame me for not warning you, even if there are people from Mount Shu sitting down there, they can’t protect you!"
"Heh, such big words."
Leighton Yarrow sat below, coldly laughing, "Hendrick, you just go ahead. As your teacher, I will sit right here. I want to see who in this world dares to injure my disciple!"
He sat upright in his chair, his gaze sharp as a knife, tightly staring at Julius Reed.
"Master, let me take action and discipline this madman!"
Whoosh!
Hendrick Kensington leaped up and directly grabbed the Longsword, landing on the arena.
He glanced at the unpeaceful corpse of Matthias Moore and chuckled coldly as he kicked it, "Presumptuous."
Intellectuals scorn each other.
Martial artists do likewise.
Apart from showing no grief over the death of Matthias Moore, he almost seemed to take pleasure in his misfortune.
Killing the masked man on the arena now would prove much more beneficial than before.
It would not only prove Hendrick Kensington’s superiority over Matthias Moore, but also that Mount Shu far surpassed Skyslaughter Sect.
Most importantly, it would win people’s hearts.
Three birds with one stone.
Martial artists do not lack money, they care more about reputation.
Below the stage, everyone held their breath, eager to witness this duel.
After all, the death of Matthias Moore was a tremendous shock!
It was also the first time these people witnessed firsthand a Grandmaster’s fall.
Rustle!
Hendrick Kensington gently swayed the Longsword.
On the back of the sword, the iron rings clanged.
A deadly aura began to spread.
Wellington Radcliffe was proficient in musical rhythms, and their cultivation technique was profoundly mysterious.
Centuries of heritage made every move they made eerily unpredictable.
The seemingly inadvertent sound of the iron rings striking the sword’s back was, in fact, rhythmically disrupting the opponent.
The state of mind arises from the heart.
And the so-called heart is the brain.
Like the effect of a lullaby, this rhythmic melody caused the brain to feel fatigue and drowsiness.
Once the responsiveness declined, it was extremely deadly in a clash between experts!
Leighton Yarrow, who was below the stage, tapped lightly on the tabletop with his hand.
Each time his finger struck the tabletop, the iron ring sounded.
The timing was perfectly synchronized.
He nodded in satisfaction.
Hendrick Kensington truly was his proudest disciple.
In just ten short years, he had mastered the exquisitely unique sword techniques of Wellington Radcliffe.
It’s worth noting that even among Wellington Radcliffe disciples, many spent their entire lives unable to master the rhythm of the iron rings.
If this trend continued, in another twenty years, Hendrick Kensington would master the eerie and fierce "Waterflow Interruption," refining it to perfection.
On the stage.
Julius Reed stood in place, slightly frowning.
There was interference, but it was negligible.
This kind of crude and low-level tactic was useless against someone like him who had lived for millennia.
But Hendrick Kensington didn’t think so.
Clearly, he believed Julius Reed was in trouble.
If not now, when would he strike?
Whirl!
Hendrick Kensington charged forward with large strides!
His longsword rose, bringing a fierce sharpness, and chopped directly down!
And Julius Reed, at that moment, still stood dumb as a wooden chicken.
In the blink of an eye, the longsword was less than half a meter away from his head!
Hendrick Kensington seemed to already see his opponent’s brain.
His lips curled into a smirk.
Success and fame were within his grasp today!
Clap!
But the next moment.
Julius Reed’s right hand lifted.
Two fingers, tightly pinched the blade.
The longsword, previously unstoppable, was abruptly suspended in mid-air.
It could not advance an inch further!
"This..."
Hendrick Kensington was slightly startled, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.
The man in front of him hadn’t fallen asleep?
But just now, he clearly saw his opponent’s eyes look dull!
"Are you curious why I wasn’t paying attention just now?"
Julius Reed said lightly with a smile, "Because I was thinking about what to eat tonight. Do you have any suggestions?"
"I..."
Hendrick Kensington’s face turned red, feeling insulted!
He looked closely at the mask on the other’s face.
Was that...
Golden dragon patterns?
"Die!"
Whirl!
A rather inconspicuous sharpness started to appear on the blade!
The surrounding air seemed somewhat distorted!
Hendrick Kensington, having crushed that pill under the stage, had already taken effect.
But no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t lower the blade an inch...
Clang!
The longsword snapped in two.
The next moment.
Julius Reed reached out with his right hand!
He grabbed Hendrick Kensington by the neck and lifted him high!
"Seeing the banner of the Golden Dragon Swallowing the Sun, dare you not kneel?"
"Mas... Master..."
Hendrick Kensington’s face turned purple, his body trembling continuously in the air.
"Stop!"
Below the stage.
Leighton Yarrow leapt into the air!
The yellow cloth wrapped around his sword on his back unfurled instantly.
A curved longsword landed in his hand.
Slish!
A cold light arrived!
Leighton Yarrow struck a fierce sword blow towards Julius Reed’s arm!
