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Chapter 864: Chapter 864: Blocking the Way
Imperial City, northwestward.
Thirty kilometers from the Huntington family.
There was a mountain path.
Passing through the mountain path, ten kilometers into the city area.
Another twenty kilometers.
Then one could drive straight to the Huntington Mansion.
The mountain was called West Whitaker Mountain.
The road was named Favian Road.
At this moment.
A convoy was slowly moving along Favian Road.
The appearance of the vehicles was uniform, a fleet of Land Rovers.
The mountain road was winding, and the speed of the cars was always maintained at 40 mph.
Not fast, not slow.
Just right.
In the lead car, there was an elder.
Beside the elder, sat a young disciple.
"Master, why must we make such a fuss for this trip? I could resolve the issue with my fellow disciples."
The young disciple disagreed, "You are a standing director of the Martial Arts Association, how can you show up so easily?"
"When Darrell Huntington sends an invitation, I must go. The influence of the Huntington family within the Martial Association is beyond your imagination."
The elder still kept his eyes slightly closed, speaking in a light and breezy tone.
"The Huntington family isn’t even one of the four major families in Imperial City. Even with the four major families, I have never seen you show so much respect."
The young disciple frowned slightly, seeming to not understand.
What made the Huntington family so qualified that a mere letter could summon a director of the Martial Association?
Moreover, in the cars behind, there were dozens of elites from the Martial Association.
"You only need to know one thing." The elder’s eyes opened slightly: "The president of the Martial Association and Darrell Huntington, are sworn brothers."
"The president..."
The young disciple’s mouth fell open in astonishment.
That was a legendary figure.
And he had such a deep friendship with Darrell Huntington?
Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries couldn’t get a chance to meet the president despite their best efforts.
How did the Huntington family have such profound friendship with the president?
"Never underestimate Darrell Huntington."
The elder narrowed his eyes to slits, his hands placed in front of him: "It is said that the land where the Huntington family resides is The Dragon Rising Land. Moreover, there is a top-notch master in their family, but he roams the world, with no fixed location."
The Huntington family.
Seemed ordinary!
But in reality...
Unfathomable.
Seeming to perceive the shock in his disciple’s eyes, the elder smiled faintly: "That letter from Darrell Huntington, no matter if it specifically named the vice president to go, our Martial Association would have no way to refuse."
"The vice president..."
The disciple’s eyes were filled with even greater shock.
The vice president was like a prodigy among men.
Apart from those existing in the legends, the sects.
The Martial Association was the pinnacle of martial arts.
Even martial arts powerhouses had considerable apprehension in the face of the Martial Association.
"Yes, not to mention me, a mere director."
The elder laughed as he finished speaking and took out a newspaper from behind.
He looked at it carefully.
The car was very steady; there was hardly any bumpiness.
But suddenly, the car stopped.
"What’s the matter?"
The young disciple leaned forward to look and found that a roadblock had appeared in front.
"Vincenzo Marsh, can you check what’s going on?"
The elder glanced at his wristwatch, there were still about fifteen minutes until the appointed time.
If they were delayed, it wouldn’t look good.
"Okay!"
Vincenzo Marsh opened the car door and walked up to the vicinity of the roadblock.
Surveying his surroundings.
This was a mountain road that saw frequent traffic.
Plus, the road was in good condition.
Smooth and wide.
There shouldn’t be a roadblock appearing out of nowhere.
The roadblock looked very new.
Behind it, there seemed to be something laid out...
"A poison egg!"
As soon as Vincenzo Marsh saw it clearly, he ran back towards the car as fast as he could!
But by the time he got near the car, the poison egg hadn’t exploded.
"What’s going on?"
Seeing his panic, the elder pushed open the car door and stood on the mountain road.
His eyes were fixed on the location of the roadblock.
Today!
The elder wore a black Sun Yat-sen suit and had a head full of white hair.
But his spirit was strong!
Especially when he sensed danger, he appeared much younger.
"Master, behind the roadblock, there was a poison egg..."
Vincenzo Marsh pointed shakily towards the roadblock.
"Did you see it clearly?"
The elder asked solemnly, his face showing some gravity.
This is the only way they can take!
Normally, very few cars pass through here.
Now, a roadblock sits squarely in the middle of the road, clearly targeting them.
But, the reputation of the Martial Arts Association is formidable!
Who would be so unafraid of death?
Dare to block the Association’s car?
Whoosh!
The sound of car doors opening and closing in unison could be heard.
From behind the elderly man, dozens of people got out of a row of Land Rover vehicles.
These people were all elites of the Martial Arts Association.
They, clad in the black uniforms of the Martial Arts Association, moved swiftly towards the scene.
"Director Leopold, what’s going on?"
A middle-aged man with a badge pinned to his chest walked over.
A senior member of the Martial Arts Association, Quenton Davenport.
"Ahead, it seems that someone is looking for trouble with us."
Jasper Leopold pointed at the roadblock, "This road is currently only being used by us."
"You, go move the roadblock!"
With a wave of his hand, several Martial Arts Association disciples behind Quenton Davenport set forth.
"There’s a poisonous trap."
Jasper Leopold said softly.
"What!"
Quenton Davenport was stunned, and the disciples who had walked halfway stopped in their tracks.
"Director Leopold, are you sure?"
He couldn’t believe that someone would set up a poisonous trap on the road.
Clearly, it was targeting them!
But, who would dare to offend the Martial Arts Association?
"Vincenzo Marsh just checked it."
Jasper Leopold lifted his head, looking at the towering mountains with an increasingly solemn expression.
"Vincenzo Marsh, are you sure you’re not seeing things?"
Quenton Davenport asked, frowning.
"Otherwise, you can check it for yourself."
Vincenzo Marsh pointed at the roadblock, "When I looked just now, it seemed to be."
He was a disciple of Jasper Leopold, holding a high status within the Martial Arts Association.
Even when facing Quenton Davenport, he didn’t need to be obsequious.
"You two, go and check it out!"
Quenton Davenport was somewhat displeased inside, but with Jasper Leopold right beside him, he had to suppress his anger.
The two men were reluctant.
But the order could not be disobeyed.
They had no choice but to move forward with trepidation.
With every step, they proceeded with extreme caution, fearing any mistake.
Finally.
The two approached the roadblock.
Cautiously examining it.
Upon seeing the poisonous trap behind it, they felt a chill down their spines!
"There is one!"
They shouted, turning around to run.
However.
The poisonous trap seemed to have no intention of activating at all.
"Don’t panic!"
Jasper Leopold raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
"Whoever is skulking around, come out and show yourself!"
Three darts suddenly appeared in his palm, which he shot straight into the air!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
At the sound of three impacts, a woman leapt out from the woods halfway up the mountain.
"As expected of a Martial Arts Association Director, what skill!"
Venassa Pine clapped her hands and said cheerfully, "Such a pity."
"A pity about what?"
Jasper Leopold stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking coldly at Venassa Pine, "The roadblock, did you set it up? Knowing full well I am a Director of the Martial Arts Association, you still dare cause trouble?"
The Martial Arts Association, like the strong ones in the martial world.
The only difference is that the Martial Arts Association operates in the light of day, whereas those from the martial world lurk in the shadows.
One is righteous, and the other is evil.
Of course.
Those from the martial world may not necessarily be evil.
The Martial Arts Association may not necessarily be righteous.
Saints judge by deeds, not by heart.
"Before you die, I will tell you our identity."
Dressed in a purple robe that fluttered in the wind, Venassa Pine’s killing intent surged in an instant.
"We had no quarrel or enmity. Why do you oppose the Martial Arts Association?"
Hearing that the other party knew of the Martial Arts Association and dared to act thusly,
implied that the opponent was by no means insignificant.
But, the Martial Arts Association feared no one!
"Initially, there was no quarrel or enmity."
From Venassa Pine’s hand emerged a Longsword!
A majestic aura with twin dragons coiling around it!
Emitting a golden radiance!
"But. The moment you planned to visit the Huntington Mansion, our enmity became as deep as the sea."
