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Chapter 1073: Chapter 1073: Empty Fort Strategy
"Buzz!"
The intense vibration of his phone shocked Julius Reed awake from deep sleep.
He opened his eyes, feeling somewhat exhausted.
Sure enough, after the loss of life force, even an immortal seemed a bit worse for wear.
For others, such a significant loss of life force could likely have killed them on the spot.
"Hisss..."
Julius propped himself up on the bed and slowly stood.
His back ached and his waist was sore.
His limbs felt extremely heavy.
He turned around and quietly walked to another bedroom.
The door was tightly shut.
There was no one inside.
The covers were laid over the pillows.
The bedsheets had already lost any warmth.
It looked as if Night Fairy had left long ago.
"That was close!"
Thinking about how he had just been asleep, Julius shrugged his shoulders and took out his phone.
On it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.
And it was this message that had woken him up.
"Rogan Harsh and Brysen Beaumont have joined forces to kill you and snatch your treasure. Rumor has it, you are injured."
A few short words, yet the information they carried was immense!
He injured?
It was nothing but the severe loss of life force from treating Quella Radcliffe.
That was far more deadly than any injury!
The negative effects of the life force ebbing away caused his physical abilities to decline, his reactions growing sluggish. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
If, at this moment, two Grandmasters made their move...
Julius was in dire straits.
To strike at such a time was perfect.
The timing was just too good.
It could be said that this was his most vulnerable day since recovering his memory.
The moment of treating Quella Radcliffe was just an hour and a half ago.
The only possible informant could be...
Night Fairy?
Julius wasn’t sure.
He was uncertain whether Night Fairy had any connection with Thunderpeak Hall.
But the only ones who could leak the secret were those close to him.
Lillian Tompson, Night Fairy, Cosmo?
Or perhaps the unconscious Quella Radcliffe?
And the person who sent him the message must be a core member of Thunderpeak Hall.
Otherwise, they could not possibly have gained this critical information in the dead of night!
Brysen Beaumont and Rogan Harsh acting together.
It was a grand affair!
"Rogan Harsh?"
Julius deleted the message and gently closed Quella Radcliffe’s bedroom door.
The name sounded familiar, and after a moment’s recollection, his eyes narrowed.
Rogan Harsh!
The Divine Dragon Tripod had once briefly been in this man’s possession.
But after the relentless manhunt by Seven Clouds Academy, wasn’t Rogan Harsh reported to have taken his own life?
So it was a fake death!
There were some past memories Julius could recall.
But when it came to the battle at the snowy mountains, the Divine Dragon Tripod, and some core issues...
His head would throb in excruciating pain!
Those memories seemed shackled.
Seemingly within reach, yet unattainable.
Rogan Harsh showing up was a perfect opportunity.
But now, Julius had no way to capture him.
With Brysen Beaumont alone being a handful, let alone Rogan Harsh joining the fight?
Looking at his hands that were trembling slightly, Julius pushed open the door.
He left the bungalow.
Fight? Currently, he was definitely not a match.
A substantial amount of life force had been lost and required time to recover.
If he had been at the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, he could have used a large number of precious herbs for nourishment.
But now...
Gonzalez City was poor.
Dirt poor.
Recovery would take a lot of time.
But the enemy was already on their way.
Julius didn’t believe for a second that the late-night text was sent as a joke.
But who could the informant be?
After leaving the bungalow, he crossed the gateway and sat on the curb of the street.
Years ago, Zhuge Liang had once pulled off a display of the Empty Fort Strategy.
Today, Julius Reed could only do the same.
Otherwise, once the news of his injury leaked out, it wouldn’t just be Thunderpeak Hall rushing in.
Would The North Sea seize the opportunity to cause trouble?
Would the Shu Mountain move upon hearing the wind?
In the shadows, countless pairs of eyes were watching.
Dawn was breaking.
It looked like in half an hour, the sun would rise.
"Phew!"
Julius Reed let out a long sigh, carrying his Longsword, and walked along the street.
He had already sensed the intent to kill!
The intent to kill of a Grandmaster!
The words on the message, every one of them was true.
Two incredibly strong auras were observing from a distance.
Even as his life force ebbed away, Julius Reed was still acutely aware of the danger.
"Master Beaumont, I heard you crossed swords with Julius Reed on the Northwest Road? How was the battle?"
Rogan Harsh was an expert and naturally observed before making a move.
He had personally experienced Mad Dragon’s notoriety and skill in the past.
Even now, he still had a shadow in his heart.
No matter how viciously he had spoken before coming here,
once he actually faced him, Rogan Harsh’s heart still felt somewhat timid.
"That battle, if not for the protective amulet that took the brunt of the sword’s radiance for me, brother, you probably would not be seeing me right now."
Brysen Beaumont laughed self-deprecatingly, placing his right hand on the butcher knife at his waist.
Observation.
Neither of the two had the intention to make a move.
"That serious?"
Rogan Harsh frowned slightly.
He had long heard of Brysen Beaumont’s reputation.
He had thought that with Mad Dragon gone for many years, he would no longer have the courage of his heyday.
But unexpectedly, he was still as ferocious.
"Is this man, Mad Dragon?"
He appraised Julius Reed, his pupils constricting.
Mad Dragon, who always wore a mask for years.
A dragon-patterned mask.
No one knew what face lay beneath the mask.
And at this moment.
The man carrying the sword on the street slowly lifted his head.
On his face, he wore the same dragon-patterned mask that terrified many in the past!
Seeing this scene.
Rogan Harsh’s heart trembled.
A seven-year shadow couldn’t just be shaken off because one wished it.
Subconsciously, he took a half step back.
"Look at this!"
Brysen Beaumont tore open his clothes, revealing a shocking wound on his chest.
"My heavens!"
As formidable as Rogan Harsh was, his mouth dropped open at this moment.
The wound was particularly deep, nearly piercing the heart.
"Seriously injured and still troubled by a bunch of fly-like characters! Alas, who knows how those people found out I was in Gonzalez City, and injured at that."
Brysen Beaumont let out a sigh and took out a cigarette from his pocket.
Ever since he was last injured, Devlin taught him how to smoke, and Brysen Beaumont picked up a new habit.
"I’ve heard that after you arrived in Gonzalez City, you also got injured?"
Lighting the cigarette, Brysen Beaumont took a deep drag and blew out a ring of smoke, looking at Rogan Harsh.
Neither side had any intention of rashly making a move.
One was nearly killed on the Northwest Road, and the other was forced to feign death years ago.
Both had their shadows.
"Heh, some mysterious person provided me with information, claiming the one who killed my student was in Gonzalez City, and gave me a big hit list!"
As he said this, a coldness flickered across Rogan Harsh’s face: "I followed the list and eliminated them all! Finally, I fought that Grandmaster and suffered serious injuries. Later, I investigated quietly, only to discover those who died were all Mad Dragon’s enemies! That cloaked figure had played me!"
Thinking that he had been used as a puppet, he clenched his fists: "If I ever find that person, I will surely tear him into a thousand pieces!"
"So there is such a thing!"
Brysen Beaumont was surprised.
"Mad Dragon actually had friends!"
He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, his right hand drawing the butcher knife from his waist: "Shall we try? Both of us, together?"
"Fine!"
Rogan Harsh drew his Longsword from behind him, watching the figure in the streets with cold eyes: "Where did you get the intelligence that Mad Dragon was injured?"
"Top secret!"
After Brysen Beaumont finished speaking, he was about to step forward.
But both of his legs were stuck in place.
On the street.
Julius Reed slowly raised his hand.
The Longsword in his palm spun wildly!
Just like on the Northwest Road!
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