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Chapter 909: Chapter 909: The Power of the Grandmaster
When ordinary people push their physical abilities to the extreme, they can become experts.
But it is still a far cry from reaching the Grandmaster realm.
Many martial artists spend their entire lives without ever breaking through their own bottlenecks.
And crossing that threshold.
Regrettably, they leave this world with their aspirations unfulfilled.
However,
there are always a small number of people with outstanding talents and an ability to discern the deepest secrets.
Through a fortunate combination of circumstances, they break through their own limits and surpass the constraints of their physical capabilities.
They unleash an energy that is simply unbelievable!
And Atticus Ellsworth is one such person.
Medicine King Valley belongs to an ancient sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, not only well-versed in medicine but also possessing deep cultivation in martial arts.
Ten years ago, Atticus Ellsworth had a breakthrough on Boulevard.
After being frozen for five years, he finally entered the realm of Grandmasters.
Becoming the fourth Grandmaster powerhouse of Medicine King Valley.
Once stepping into the Grandmaster realm, one can gather energy to form a sword.
Piercing through all things in heaven and earth.
Now,
in his right hand, the air continuously fluctuated!
Slowly condensing into a blade made of energy.
Grandmasters kill without leaving a trace.
That is what is meant by this principle.
Even though Atticus Ellsworth has only just stepped over the threshold, the known Grandmasters in the world are still few and far between.
Merely dozens in number.
This is also why Medicine King Valley has managed to stand resilient for hundreds of years.
Their background is strong enough!
"Who would have imagined, Medicine King Valley actually harbors a Grandmaster."
The moment Atticus Ellsworth reached out his hand, Julius Reed sensed the fluctuations in the air within the room.
That hand, like a black hole, kept absorbing the flow of energy relentlessly.
As time passed, Atticus Ellsworth’s right hand became more and more indistinct.
The space there seemed to be really twisted.
"You’ve realized it a bit late."
A trace of smugness flickered across Atticus Ellsworth’s face.
Grandmaster, ah!
An existence that mere martial artists can only look up to.
They are the ones standing at the very pinnacle of martial arts.
To scale the highest peak and look down on all other mountains!
Initially, he did not want to show his full strength, but to his surprise, the young man before him was somewhat formidable.
Able to ingest poison without dying, his first move was to block those forks and knives brimming with murderous intent!
Powerful.
But compared to himself, still a bit weaker.
"Not too late,"
Julius Reed shook his head, his face showing no trace of fear.
Instead, he smiled and asked, "Is this the strength of a Grandmaster?"
In his time, he had personally slain countless Grandmasters.
Those individuals could even fly through the air!
A single move from them was a disaster!
Only they could be considered true Grandmaster powerhouses.
Someone like Atticus Ellsworth, who had just barely touched the threshold of Grandmasters, could not be compared at all.
Weak, very weak.
Especially when it comes to wielding energy as a sword, they are still far behind.
"How boastful!"
In Atticus Ellsworth’s hand, a short sword was slowly taking shape!
The short sword was crystal clear and somewhat blurry to the eyes.
But from afar, one could feel the murderous intent and chill emanating from the sword!
It sent a shiver down one’s spine.
The murderous aura was oppressive!
It seemed as though as soon as the sword was drawn, someone would die!
A heavy atmosphere enveloped the Leocadia Family’s banquet hall. n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖
The family members of Leocadia fainted from shock.
Those with relatively stronger fortitude were also heart-pounding and pale-faced.
Scenes that usually only appeared in TV dramas, once again unfolded before their eyes.
Atticus Ellsworth looked coldly at Julius Reed, with the short sword in his hand becoming clearer by the moment.
Eventually, it almost materialized!
And Julius Reed stood not far away, with his hands behind his back.
Calm, composed.
"You’re not worthy of being called a Grandmaster."
Julius Reed spoke indifferently, his eyes carrying an unmistakable disdain.
And contempt.
Showing off in front of a master, nothing more!
Although he had only recovered less than forty percent of his cultivation, forming a sword from gathered energy wasn’t too difficult for him.
"If I am not worthy, then who is?"
Atticus Ellsworth let out a cold laugh, starting to slowly move his right hand.
Strangely enough, that short sword formed from condensed air actually hovered above his palm!
"Feeling the Grandmaster’s power before dying, you won’t die in vain."
After finishing his words, his eyes narrowed as he ferociously thrust forward!
Whoosh!
The short sword shot out, whistling towards Julius Reed!
Along the way, the short sword crazily absorbed the surrounding air.
By the time it was less than half a meter from Julius Reed, it had grown tenfold in size!
An energy sword!
Killing without form!
Hum!
But at that moment,
Julius Reed simply stretched out one hand, like a shield!
Stopping the energy sword right in front of him.
It could not advance an inch further.
The energy sword emitted whines, unable to move forward a single step.
"How can this be?"
Atticus Ellsworth’s expression changed slightly.
How could there be someone in the world who could block his energy sword?
Normally, the energy sword would pierce right through Julius Reed’s body, causing a burst of blood mist in the air.
And then dissipate.
The person pierced by the energy sword would be doomed!
But now...
The energy sword was whimpering in midair?
"Impossible!"
Atticus Ellsworth’s eyes widened, and he thrust out his hands once more!
In midair, an imperceptibly thin wave of energy burst forth from his palms!
Then, it merged with the energy sword!
Hum!
The energy sword grew in size once more!
It was already a full meter in length!
Yet, it still couldn’t advance further!
The hand that Julius Reed extended was like an indestructible Great Wall, firmly blocking the energy sword before him.
"Again!"
Whoosh!
For the first time, Atticus Ellsworth felt shocked!
He had not expected that a mere youth could stop an energy sword with his bare hands.
This time, Atticus Ellsworth clenched his hands and hurled them forward with force!
Hum!
The Longsword wailed for the second time, but it still failed to advance an inch.
Even more, the body of the sword showed signs of collapsing.
"What’s going on?"
Orville Ellsworth sensed something was amiss and asked, "Aren’t you a Grandmaster? For a Grandmaster to struggle so to kill is baffling, isn’t it?"
His elder brother, Atticus Ellsworth, was a Supreme Elder of Martial Gate and also the fourth-ranked Grandmaster-level figure of Medicine King Valley.
His reputation was illustrious.
He seldom took action.
But once he did, there would be no survivors.
Yet now, he was struggling so much against a youth?
He had thought that as soon as Atticus Ellsworth took action, Julius Reed would be slain!
"Bizarre! The opponent is very likely a Grandmaster as well!"
Panic crept into Atticus Ellsworth’s voice.
If it had been someone else, they would have been dead by now.
But Julius Reed had managed to stop the energy sword!
"Impossible! I’ve checked the Grandmaster list, and his name isn’t there!"
Orville Ellsworth shook his head: "This boy is probably bluffing!"
Whirr!
With a flick of his hand, a cloud of smoke immediately condensed in the air.
Deadly poison!
Touch it, and death is certain!
Meanwhile, Atticus Ellsworth’s right hand fiercely grabbed and shaped another current of energy!
The current of energy wrapped the smoke, merging it into the Longsword before Julius Reed!
If that sword impaled his body, death was inevitable!
All of it was packed with deadly poison!
"Forgive my candor, but this is the weakest display of Grandmaster’s power I have ever seen."
Julius Reed lightly chuckled and with a fierce grasp, he thrust his right hand forward!
Boom!
The energy sword exploded directly!
The poisonous vapor inside hadn’t even had the chance to disperse before Julius Reed captured it in a wine bottle.
Afterward.
He raised his head, looking indifferently at the two Supreme Elders of Medicine King Valley, and slowly lifted his right hand.
"Look carefully. This is what you call the power of a Grandmaster!"
As he finished speaking, a golden energy wave rapidly condensed in the palm of his hand!
"Huff..."
Julius Reed took a deep breath and with a forceful flick of his finger, propelled it forward!
PS: Working overtime, can’t keep my eyes open.
I fell asleep three times while writing this Chapter.
I’ll make up four Chapters during the day, too sleepy now.
The quality of what I write now might not be good, it’s better to release four Chapters at once during the day, for a more satisfying read.
Writing as a part-timer is just a hobby of mine.
It’s not about making money, but simply about making friends with you all.
I’m writing the stories in my heart to you, hoping to find like-minded people.
The story is guaranteed to get even more exciting.
As for updates, good health is a prerequisite.
In maintaining good health, I thank you for your support and will definitely update more.
Who can guarantee nothing will happen every day with work life?
Overtime, business trips, are all too normal.
Indeed, the performance of this book has been quite good.
But this is all your support, it’s you who have elevated me to the number one spot in the male readership rankings.
Without your strong support, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
I didn’t want to waste words.
But I’ve recently seen some people cursing constantly, which is why I’m saying a bit more.
Cursing is your right, and I can bear it.
In fact, when I see those who curse me, I don’t get angry.
You are also supporting me, just with more intense words.
But first, serial novels are updated on a daily basis.
I write a bit every day and insist on staying up until three in the morning to finish writing and posting before I dare to sleep.
It takes you a few minutes to read a Chapter, but it takes me several hours to write one.
I could easily write several million words in a day, but normally, ten thousand words take about eight to nine hours.
Secondly, there’s no novel that’s written in one go.
It’s common sense, if you think a book should be completed before being published, you might as well check, aren’t all the completed books serialized from the first Chapter?
Third, authors are people too, you have your entertainment; we work hard all day, eat a meal after work, and then start writing.
Within the simple 24 hours, there’s only work, sleep, and writing.
There’s absolutely no time to relax.
I wouldn’t have mentioned this, as it seems self-pitying.
Anyway, being cursed is nothing new to me, I’m used to it.
But I still want to let those who have always supported me know that I will try my best to update more.
Those who have followed up to more than nine hundred Chapters are indeed true fans.
Whether you’re cursing or supporting me, I am grateful to you all.
You make me feel like I’m not struggling alone.
I wish you all a joyful life, every day filled with happiness.
Recently, I’ll maybe push myself to do five updates, to see if my body can take it.
Since this book started in July, I haven’t missed a single day.
Through thick and thin.
Whether sick, celebrating New Year’s, visiting relatives.
Or when the company arranges a business trip, sometimes I am genuinely exhausted.
Not a single day when I can just do nothing and lie down peacefully.
No matter how sleepy or tired, I have to sit in front of the computer and write.
Of course, this is what I should do.
Starting from Chapter six hundred, I’ve always been correcting typos, trying to improve your reading experience as much as possible.
Some readers often say that I am now the first in popularity among male readers.
But to be honest, I’ve never paid attention to these things.
Lody has never stopped striving for excellence and perfection, without the spare time to engage in comparisons.
Surpassing myself, to write you a better story.
Goodnight.
Thank you to everyone who has left footprints in my books.
I wish for you all, a splendid future.
