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Chapter 1143: Chapter 1143: Mysterious Notes
A sword from the east!
Julius Reed dodged to the side, the longsword grazing his body and striking the ground!
It carved a trench in the asphalt road!
About half a meter deep.
Dust flew everywhere.
Such was the force!
"Rogan Harsh?"
Seeing the person who ambushed him, Julius Reed felt somewhat annoyed.
He had finally lured out the princess of The North Sea, and capturing Baylor Davenport would surely weaken The North Sea significantly.
Without their leader, internal strife was bound to ensue within The North Sea.
They wouldn’t be a threat for a while.
By then, he could focus solely on dealing with Thunderpeak Hall.
But now, because Rogan Harsh had appeared unexpectedly, his cooked duck had flown away!
Julius Reed was very angry!
He clenched his fist, determined to deal with this old man before his eyes.
"Boy, I heard you have the Divine Dragon Tripod?" Rogan Harsh did not know that Julius Reed was Mad Dragon.
In fact, apart from Night Fairy and the people from Thunderpeak Hall, almost no one knew this.
To outsiders, these were two demons.
One ruled the martial world, and the other ruled the clans across the realm.
Looking at the handsome young man before him, Rogan Harsh, holding a longsword, said somewhat surprised, "Such a young age, yet you could dodge my sword, impressive indeed."
After parting with Thunderpeak Hall, Rogan Harsh began investigating on his own.
As a renowned Grandmaster, although he feigned death, he had countless disciples in secret, keeping him well-informed.
After searching through intelligence, Rogan Harsh shockingly heard that this young man before him had once encountered the Divine Dragon Tripod.
Thus, he followed him secretly, waiting for the chance to launch a surprise attack.
Since years ago, when the Divine Dragon Tripod had passed through his hands only to be snatched away by others, Rogan Harsh had been obsessed with retrieving it.
He had nearly grasped the secret of the Divine Dragon Tripod, but at the last moment, he was forced to jump from a cliff!
"Tell me, where is the Divine Dragon Tripod?"
His long-suppressed desire completely made him forget his original purpose of this journey.
With Jerry Anderson’s body still warm, Rogan Harsh’s thoughts were already on the Divine Dragon Tripod.
"I remember you," Julius Reed said as he looked at Rogan Harsh before him and threw a punch!
Boom!
Rogan Harsh blocked with his longsword horizontally, retreating several steps.
"Just in time, I have something to ask you."
Not waiting for a response, Julius Reed fiercely drew his Dazhou Lanyi Sword from behind!
Clang!
A sword exploded out, Rogan Harsh dodging in panic. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝘣.𝘤𝘰𝑚
He hadn’t expected the young man before him to be so skilled.
The wounds he had sustained while fighting Windy Johnson also ruptured from the shock.
Just two sword strikes, and Rogan Harsh turned to flee!
His strength was great, and if it came to a real fight, he wouldn’t necessarily be defeated too miserably.
But having been injured in the previous fight with Windy Johnson,
And those last two sword strikes being overwhelmingly powerful,
Rogan Harsh, now like a frightened bird, finally thought of retreating!
"Thinking of leaving?"
Boom!
Julius Reed’s longsword flew from his hand, landing directly in front of Rogan Harsh!
He himself leaped into the air, delivering a palm strike!
Swish!
Rogan Harsh threw a punch to meet him but was knocked back several steps.
Sra!
The next moment.
Julius Reed pulled out his longsword, pressing it against his neck.
"Submit, or die."
Clang!
Rogan Harsh’s longsword fell to the ground.
"I... I admit defeat."
He lowered his head and sighed deeply.
"Do you know? Just a moment ago, I was about to behead you!" Julius Reed coldly said, "It took me a lot of trouble to find Baylor Davenport, and because of you, she got away! If I can’t recover my losses from you, I will definitely kill you!"
Snap!
Having said that,
he kicked and shattered Rogan Harsh’s legs, then dragged him like a dead dog toward the Willson Building.
His whole body radiated murderous intent!
And the Dragon King Ring also began to emit a red glow.
According to his existing memories and what was written in ancient books,
Rogan Harsh indeed had contact with the Divine Dragon Tripod and it was from someone else that he had snatched the Divine Dragon Tripod.
Julius Reed needed him to awaken his own memories.
Or rather, to try to break the seal in his brain.
All the way, there was no obstruction.
Even though Rogan Harsh’s legs were broken and his eyes were filled with hatred, he did not attempt to resist.
After exchanging two blows, he knew that he couldn’t possibly be a match for the youth before him.
Especially with his severe injuries.
But he desperately needed the Divine Dragon Tripod.
Seeing that both Thunderpeak Hall and The North Sea people were also striving to secure the Divine Dragon Tripod, Rogan Harsh was alone.
He had to take the risk.
Inside a room on the highest floor of the Willson Group building,
Julius Reed stood at the window, with his hands clasped behind him.
From here, one could overlook the entirety of Five-river Province.
"Speak, at least give me one reason not to kill you."
The room was silent.
Rogan Harsh seemed hesitant, or rather, thoughtful.
"If you still haven’t spoken in three minutes," Julius Reed turned around and pointed at him, "I promise you, you will definitely fall from the rooftop. From dozens of floors up, your body will smash to pieces."
Having finished speaking, he opened the window.
The wind howled.
Perhaps because the door was open, when he came in, it was sunny and breezy outside.
But standing on this high building, the wind was strong.
"One minute."
Julius Reed raised a finger.
"What do you want to know?" Rogan Harsh sighed, seemingly resigned.
If he had not been tricked on his way to Gonzalez City and inexplicably ended up fighting with The North Sea’s expert Windy Johnson,
he wouldn’t be injured now.
Even though he was utterly defeated today, if it had been the full-strength Rogan Harsh, escaping would really not have been a problem.
After all, he was also a prominent figure on the Grandmaster list.
"Tell me everything you know," Julius Reed pulled over a chair and sat in front of Rogan Harsh, "What you’re about to say could very well save your life."
"Fine! I’ll concede," Rogan Harsh raised his head and looked straight into Julius Reed’s eyes, "But before that, can I know who you are? Rogan Harsh is quite a well-known figure after all; I can’t die without even knowing whose hands I’ve died in."
"The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Julius Reed," Julius Reed said indifferently: "The Divine Dragon Tripod is mine."
"What!"
Rogan Harsh’s eyes widened.
Everyone knows the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!
"Don’t be surprised, I’ve lost my memory now. Everything you’re telling me, I don’t know if it’s true or not," Julius Reed stared into Rogan Harsh’s eyes, "So, think carefully before you speak."
"This..." Rogan Harsh’s face fluctuated between light and darkness, his eyes constantly shifting.
"Alright, I have a notebook on me," he finally seemed to make up his mind and spoke, "Once you’ve read it, you’ll understand."
Julius Reed searched him and soon pulled out a small leather-bound notebook.
"Originally, the Divine Dragon Tripod first appeared in the hands of a martial arts expert. After he published a picture in the martial arts newspaper, I rushed over night and day to kill him and seize the treasure!" Rogan Harsh added from the side.
"All I know comes from this notebook. Now, you can kill me."
He closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate.
But Julius Reed did not hurry to act; instead, he looked at the contents of the notebook.
On the notebook,
the first page, the first sentence,
"Swimming City Ghost Market, acquired this item."
