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Chapter 912: Chapter 912: I Don’t Want to Make a Move
Hiss!
The long spear tore through the air, carrying with it a destructive aura.
It came crashing down directly!
Atticus Ellsworth was a Grandmaster, and he sensed the danger immediately.
With a jump, he quickly rolled forward!
Boom!
Behind him, the large tree he had been leaning on
was smashed in two!
At the break, the tree was almost charred.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Before he could catch his breath, Hades charged at him, slamming down a fist!
Whoosh!
Clamping his teeth shut, Atticus Ellsworth took the punch and was sent flying backward.
Even though he was a Grandmaster, having been severely injured by Julius Reed, his current strength was insufficient to continue fighting.
Splurt!
After steadying himself against a tree, Atticus Ellsworth spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes were filled with thick hatred!
If it weren’t for his injuries, he could have easily crushed the man before him!
But, his injuries were severe.
He must flee!
If the battle continued, he could very well become a ghost under the other’s hidden weapon box.
"I will remember this grudge!"
Atticus Ellsworth said unwillingly, then turned to run!
Who cares about a Grandmaster’s dignity now?
Survival is crucial!
"Trying to run?"
Hades sneered coldly, walking over to the broken tree to retrieve his long spear!
His right hand, slowly lifted!
Whoosh!
The long spear flew through the air!
Hades chased after him, and in a blink of an eye, he was less than fifty meters away from Atticus Ellsworth!
Boom!
The spear struck like a dragon!
The ground beneath Atticus Ellsworth’s feet exploded.
Caught off guard, Atticus Ellsworth was flipped over and slammed heavily to the ground.
Dust filled the sky!
"Grandmaster? You will die just the same," Hades said disdainfully.
With each step he took, he carried an overwhelming murderous intent.
At this critical moment, if Atticus Ellsworth were to die, the grudge would inevitably be attributed to Julius Reed’s head.
Killing with a borrowed knife was something he enjoyed.
"Do you really think, a Grandmaster can be insulted?"
Atticus Ellsworth squinted his eyes, his words revealing a fierce determination!
"A Grandmaster is still human," Hades walked over, picking up a long dark weapon box from the ground: "If they’re human, they can be insulted."
"But a Grandmaster is a Grandmaster!"
Atticus Ellsworth took out a purple pill from his chest, and after a moment’s struggle, he threw it into his mouth!
One of Medicine King Valley’s supreme pills!
Consuming it would dramatically increase cultivation and unleash potential!
But for the rest of his life, he would no longer be able to advance a single step.
In other words, he was squandering his future!
Yet, Atticus Ellsworth had no choice.
If he died, he would have nothing.
"Now, you can prepare to bid farewell to this world."
Hades raised his long spear, pointing it at Atticus Ellsworth who was within arm’s reach: "I will be the one to send you off."
To kill two Supreme Elders in succession.
Medicine King Valley would surely be enraged, wouldn’t they?
"Get lost!"
Suddenly, Atticus Ellsworth’s eyes snapped open!
His eyes were blood red!
The whole person, like a wild lion!
Thump!
He stood up in an instance, fiercely throwing a punch!
Hades held his long spear horizontally and was pushed back several steps!
The second punch, came crashing down again!
Boom!
The third punch!
After three punches, Hades stumbled back dozens of steps, feeling a sharp pain in his chest!
The long spear in his hand was stabbed into the ground beneath his feet.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
The opponent, clearly on the brink of defeat, had still managed to unleash such formidable power?
Truly, a Grandmaster was formidable.
But before he could react, Atticus Ellsworth had already disappeared into the forest.
Creak!
Hades, furious, swung his long spear, snapping the surrounding trees in half at their trunks.
Reluctantly, he left the scene.
It was so close!
He was so close to burdening Julius Reed with a huge blood debt.
However, fortunately, the duel at Brighton Lake was coming soon.
He needed to make some preparations.
...
The Americas.
Arden Mountain.
The massive mountain range spreads across the territories of four provinces!
And the tallest among them is called Wildest Peak.
Wildest Peak is located in the wealthiest city of the Americas, Velvet Province.
But this place is rarely visited by people.
Because every morning, a layer of mist appears on Wildest Peak, enveloping the entire main peak.
This mist, when inhaled in small amounts, does not affect the body, but when exposure lasts for more than half an hour.
One would feel weak all over, exhibiting symptoms of poisoning.
Many hikers have tried to climb Wildest Peak, but not a single person has been able to persist down to the foot of the mountain.
And come evening, the area is filled with the roars of wild beasts, fraught with danger.
Many have thought to take advantage of the night to explore Wildest Peak.
But those who went never returned.
As time went on, no one dared to try any longer.
For them.
Wildest Peak was an existence of enigma and the unknown.
The legends about it have never ceased.
At this moment.
Atop Wildest Peak.
A middle-aged man sat on a rock, sharpening a knife.
Behind him, a magnificently magnificent structure!
If the people of the Americas were to see it, they would probably be astounded!
The palace gleamed with golden splendor, housing hundreds of rooms!
Within its high walls, there stood a nearly hundred-meter-tall exquisite tower.
The entire tower was carved with golden dragons, dazzling in the distance with brilliant light.
In the sunlight, it was so blinding that it made it difficult to keep one’s eyes open.
The central hall, standing eighteen meters tall and spanning over three hundred meters wide!
Below the great hall, forty-nine steps.
Exceptionally vast.
One couldn’t help but feel the urge to submit, standing below the grand hall.
Suspended high above the hall, there hung a gilt signboard!
It read: Great Thunderpeak.
It was difficult to imagine, atop Wildest Peak engulfed in poisonous barriers all day long, there could be such a breathtaking construction.
Outside the grand hall.
The man sharpening his knife on the stone seemed oddly out of place with the atmosphere.
The man wore a bamboo hat, with only a vest for his upper body.
Black cloth pants for his lower body, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet.
The standard outfit of a butcher.
And with the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand, he seemed to be only missing a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
"Mage, we’ve received a message from Medicine King Valley."
A youth clad in golden attire quickly ran over, speaking in a hushed tone.
The youth’s clothes bore the sun, the moon, and the stars!
Yet, curiously, the emblem on the back depicted the moon above and the sun below.
"Speak!"
The man continued to carelessly sharpen his pig-slaughtering knife.
Not a single ripple could be seen in his expression.
He.
Was indeed a Mage from Thunderpeak Hall!
Brysen Beaumont!
A presence that would alarm the most powerful across the land with a single move.
It was said that once, a Grandmaster and top underground forces banded together, establishing restrictions outside Thunderpeak Hall.
They prohibited Brysen Beaumont from taking action.
But, could they really stop him?
"Medicine King Valley reports that two of their Supreme Elders took action, one was killed, the other severely injured! The object, most likely on that person!"
The youth finished speaking.
Brysen Beaumont’s movements with the knife slowly ceased.
"Good!"
He smiled and nodded, like an honest middle-aged man.
"What does Granny say?"
"Granny said, sooner rather than later."
The youth replied softly.
"Granny, still in Gonzalez City?"
Brysen Beaumont stood up, gently thumping his waist.
A bit tired.
"Yes. But she might go to the capital, it all depends on the outcome of your action, Mage."
The youth spoke up.
"Then I’ll make a trip to China now!"
Brysen Beaumont stood up, carrying his pig-slaughtering knife, and slowly walked toward the main entrance.
"Brysen Beaumont! Have you forgotten our agreement?"
Just as he stood up, a voice echoed from the sky.
This voice, like the rolling Heavenly Thunder!
"Do you really think that I haven’t taken action over these years because I was concerned about you all?"
Brysen Beaumont looked up at the sky, violently throwing his pig-slaughtering knife!
Stab!
In the air, a mist of blood appeared.
And then.
A corpse fell from above.
"That’s because I simply didn’t want to act."
