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Chapter 1106: Chapter 1106: Eve of the Great Battle
On the way there, Julius Reed heard that many people wanted to kill him.
It seemed that one life was simply not enough.
Perhaps it would take hundreds or thousands of lives to satisfy these people’s demands.
Among them, the ones who called the loudest for his head
were none other than Locke Yarrow from Gonzalez City and Jonty Ridge of the Skyslaughter Sect.
These two men were top Sect Elders.
And they bore grudges against him.
In the world of martial arts, their reputations were incredibly resounding!
On the journey from Gonzalez City to Medicine King Valley, Julius Reed heard the names of Jonty Ridge and Locke Yarrow no less than a hundred times.
It seemed that his life had already been reserved.
It was said
that the two men ranked in the top ten of the Grandmaster’s Heavenly List!
Their actions were always spectacular.
Julius Reed had lived for tens of thousands of years, wishing for death with all his heart.
Thus, along the way, he inquired and found the modest inn where Locke Yarrow was staying.
Hoping to meet his end.
But unexpectedly, his adversary was dead.
Dead beneath his Longsword.
At this time, the Dragon King Ring was already flashing with a soaring red light.
Julius Reed didn’t intend to hold back.
Or rather, he had never intended to suppress himself from the start.
Since everyone was out to kill him, let’s see who was more capable.
His own head was still atop his shoulders.
Unfortunately, Locke Yarrow had disappointed him.
Under the blessing of the Dragon King Ring, the only sliver of rationality Julius Reed possessed was to save Nelson.
What remained was only one word, "Kill!"
His eyes blood red, within his pupils, it appeared as if two golden dragons were roaming!
The corpse of Locke Yarrow lay in the modest inn thirty kilometers from Medicine King Valley.
And his head was in the cloth bag in Julius Reed’s hand.
Julius Reed looked up at what was ahead.
It was ten kilometers away from here.
The location where Jonty Ridge of the Skyslaughter Sect was.
It was said that Jonty Ridge was currently lecturing in an open field.
And many Martial Artists were there listening to the class.
To Julius Reed, a five-kilometer distance was very close.
Some ten minutes later.
He appeared on the open field.
The sun was shining bright, and there was still half an hour left before the time agreed upon with Medicine King Valley.
As an Elder of the Skyslaughter Sect, seeking revenge for his disciple was one of Jonty Ridge’s goals.
Another was to expand the influence of the Skyslaughter Sect.
The dispute between Matthias Moore and Hendrick Kensington in Five-river Province was mostly because the Skyslaughter Sect was dissatisfied with Gonzalez City’s actions and wanted to provoke conflict.
Therefore, the Skyslaughter Sect subtly suggested to Matthias Moore to trouble Hendrick Kensington.
But nobody expected that both families would end up losing face together.
At this moment.
About thirty or forty Martial Artists surrounded the field.
They were mostly from smaller organizations.
Invited by Medicine King Valley, they came to join in the excitement and to show their support.
And in the center of the crowd, Jonty Ridge, dressed in a red robe with a headdress on his head, was explaining martial arts.
"There are countless Great Ways, the realm of Grandmaster is not the end but a whole new beginning! Although I know that many people spend their entire lives without stepping into the realm of Grandmaster, once you do, you will discover that the path ahead is even broader!"
Jonty Ridge, with hands clasped behind his back, spoke eloquently.
And those around him were listening as if enraptured.
"What is a Grandmaster?"
Julius Reed suddenly spoke up.
This question instantly drew everyone’s attention.
"Who is this guy? Doesn’t know the rules!"
"Looks like he’s someone with a background!"
"Newcomer, sit down and listen to the class!"
One after another, the crowd expressed their distaste for Julius Reed’s sudden question.
"This brother, your question, although very basic, I will still answer it,"
After a slight start, Jonty Ridge sized up the masked man before him, and spoke with a smile, "Martial Artists need to break through realms to sense the Unity of Heaven and Man. Only then can one comprehend the Great Way! And those who comprehend the Great Way can be called Grandmasters!"
His words seemed profound, but they might as well have been empty.
Grandmaster?
Who knows!
"Master Ridge is right, newcomer, do you understand?"
Someone waved their hand impatiently, signaling for Julius Reed to sit down and listen to the class.
They were engrossed in listening and were annoyed to be interrupted.
"What is breaking through realms? What is a Grandmaster?"
Julius Reed coldly said, "You, are you a Grandmaster?"
"Indeed! Thirty years ago, I stepped into the realm of Grandmaster!"
Jonty Ridge answered indifferently.
As these words came out, the crowd was astounded!
Thirty years ago!
Thirty years ago, Jonty Ridge was probably only around thirty years old!
And now they were in their forties or fifties, and yet, they hadn’t even touched the threshold of Grandmaster!
"You, are not a Grandmaster."
Julius Reed shook his head, his expression cold.
"Oh?"
Jonty Ridge was momentarily stunned, then smiled as he looked at the martial artist before him, "Is there actually someone claiming that I’m not a Grandmaster?"
Facing Julius Reed, he countered, "Then tell me, what makes one a Grandmaster?"
"Stop wasting time with your nonsense and get out of here if you’re not here to learn!"
"Do you even know who this is? This is Elder Ridge from the Skyslaughter Sect! If he’s not a Grandmaster, are you saying you are?"
"Wearing a mask and skulking around doesn’t exactly scream ’good guy’!"
The martial artists listening to the lecture looked on with disdain.
Daring to question Jonty Ridge was like a newbie showing off in the face of an expert craftsman.
"I am a Grandmaster."
Julius Reed slowly lifted the blood-stained Grand Cyclone Night Sword, "And from this moment onwards, I will redefine the standard of what it means to be a Grandmaster!"
As he spoke, his eyes had already turned blood red to the extreme!
A fine red line began to spread from the finger where the Dragon King Ring sat.
Gradually, it clearly emerged on his arm!
As the Longsword was drawn, the surrounding martial artists instinctively began to back away.
They could feel an invisible killing intent gradually spreading.
The air turned as cold as ice.
"Like an ant trying to stop a chariot."
Jonty Ridge said with contempt, "You’re not worthy to be my opponent."
The Skyslaughter Sect was a top-tier sect!
And Jonty Ridge was an Elder of the Skyslaughter Sect!
High in status and power!
It was beneath his dignity to strike at an ordinary person.
"That’s precisely the line I should be saying to you," Julius Reed said, his lips curving slightly, "I’ve heard you’re out to kill me."
"Are you Mad Dragon?"
Jonty Ridge slightly furrowed his brow.
Considering the descriptions of Mad Dragon and the tone of the man before him.
His right hand casually rested on the hilt at his waist.
"Kill me, or be killed by me!"
Slash!
Having said that, Julius Reed stepped forward!
Longsword sweeping across!
Clang!
Jonty Ridge drew his sword with lightning speed!
The first strike!
Sparks flew everywhere!
Clang!
Julius Reed violently launched the second strike!
The third strike!
Each blow carried the force to destroy everything!
Plain and simple!
One stroke, a thousand pounds!
Simplicity is the essence of the grand way.
Julius Reed had no fancy moves, engaging in a battle of pure strength!
After three strikes, Jonty Ridge’s inner world was as turbulent as an overturned river!
But there was no time for thought!
The fourth strike pounded down again!
The fifth strike!
...
When the eighth strike was unleashed, Jonty Ridge’s orifices bled, and his sword-wielding hand trembled slightly.
Julius Reed gave him no chance to catch his breath!
Another stroke followed each previous one!
They came like successive waves, tumultuous and relentless!
In fact, from the very first strike, Jonty Ridge had been relegated to defense!
Clang!
The ninth strike!
Jonty Ridge stumbled backward.
A mouthful of blood gushed forth!
The Longsword in his hand fell to the ground.
The next moment.
The Longsword pierced the air.
Bodies separated from their heads.
Julius Reed bent down to pick up Jonty Ridge’s head, placing it in the cloth bag in his left hand, and turned slightly.
Before him, the martial artists who had been so arrogant just a moment ago.
Their faces showed fear.
"It has nothing to do with us..."
They knelt and begged for mercy.
"When an avalanche falls, not a single snowflake is innocent."
Julius Reed slowly raised his right hand and furiously swung out his sword!
Sword Qi soared across!
The ground was left with dozens of bodies.
Boom!
The bell tolled.
Julius Reed raised his head towards the source of the bell’s chime.
The ringing signified that in half an hour.
The Dragon Slayer Conference would officially commence.
Julius Reed, holding the cloth bag in his left hand and the Grand Cyclone Night Sword in his right.
Stepped steadily toward Medicine King Valley.
And on his arm.
The fine lines spreading from the Dragon King Ring had nearly materialized!
