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Chapter 922: Chapter 922 President of the Martial Arts Association
"Little girl, you’ve got some nerve."
The elder shook his head and said, "Not many dare to draw their sword in front of me. At least, I admire your courage."
A smile played upon his face as he pointed to the badge on his chest, "Do you recognize this?"
On a golden background, there were six stars!
A six-star badge!
The Martial Arts Supreme!
"I don’t recognize it."
Julius Reed was not from the martial arts world, and though he had heard a bit about the Martial Artist Association, he had never looked into it.
There was no conflict between their respective waters.
One was a sect, the other was an association.
There was no clash.
Azure Mountain’s fame spread far and wide, but they seldom took action.
They stayed away from the mundane world, guarding themselves on the peaks, constantly striving to be stronger.
And the Martial Artist Association, high and mighty, basked in the worship of Martial Artists and would not actively provoke the ire of the sects.
"You don’t recognize it?"
Hearing the response, the elder’s eyebrow raised, a flash of menace in his eyes.
But, it quickly disappeared.
"Interesting! There are people in this world who do not recognize the badge on my chest."
He chuckled and shook his head, pointing to Julius Reed, "A six-star badge in the world of martial arts means Supreme! You, as a Martial Artist, should kneel when you see me!"
Jerry Anderson spoke with utmost confidence!
He was, after all, the president of the Martial Artist Association, the person with the highest authority in the sacred land.
And this badge on his chest signified the Martial Arts Supreme!
Six stars, that was the limit!
At least within his reach, no seven-star warriors had appeared!
Martial Artists all over the world would kneel and worship upon seeing a six-star badge!
Six stars, meant invincibility.
It meant, Supreme.
"I only kneel to my master. You? Do you have what it takes?"
Nelson asked with a cold sneer.
A six-star badge?
It seemed vaguely familiar.
Apparently, the president of the Martial Artist Association was a six-star warrior.
Considering the man’s attire before her, his identity seemed clear.
The president of the Martial Artist Association.
Jerry Anderson!
Rumored to be a Grandmaster of minor accomplishment.
Six-star individuals were few and far between.
Nelson had not expected to encounter one.
But what of it?
Azure Mountain was belligerent!
In their bones, they harbored a strong desire to battle!
"Then I will let you know what true despair is," Jerry Anderson said with a smirk, his hands slowly levitating in the air.
In an instant!
A fierce wind arose!
"You, hide behind there!"
Seeing this, Nelson quickly tossed the little girl behind a large tree, watching Jerry Anderson warily.
It was very quiet here.
The trees were tall and lush, with no sign of people around.
All the park visitors were attracted by Charmy Kims, gathered around Brighton Lake.
The woods, naturally, attracted no attention.
Whoosh!
The sound of the wind grew louder, and the leaves began to fall slowly.
Early spring was the season when all things came back to life.
But those leaves that had not yet managed to flourish were being stripped off forcefully!
Between Jerry Anderson and Nelson, a tornado formed!
A slew of leaves were drawn into the wind, swirling through the woods.
"Do you dare to catch it?"
Jerry Anderson raised his hands slowly, asking with a smile.
"Bring it on!"
Nelson’s eyes were filled with the will to fight!
The stronger the opponent, the more she liked it!
"Good!"
Jerry Anderson brought his hands together with force and pushed forward violently!
Swish! 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
The swirling leaves suddenly transformed into a longsword!
A green Longsword!
It charged towards Nelson with deadly intent!
It was all over in an instant.
An endless murderous aura filled the woods.
It was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
The Longsword grew faster and the energy it contained became more formidable!
Hiss!
Nelson’s sword cleaved down!
The leaves were immediately severed, scattering across the ground.
The wind stopped.
"Hm?"
Jerry Anderson’s brow furrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes.
This concentrated strike of his, though not overly powerful, was more than enough for an ordinary Martial Artist.
Even someone like Claude Reed, whose physique had reached its limit, could not withstand this sword!
Inside the sword, a terrifying aura was condensed!
This was something only a Grandmaster could accomplish.
The young woman before him was not of a great age, and her body lacked the aura that a Grandmaster should possess.
How then, could she stop his sword?
Jerry Anderson was somewhat intrigued.
He had never before seen such a martial artist.
But he had no idea of Nelson’s identity.
The Saintess of Azure Mountain!
Azure Mountain, the belligerent sect!
They did not cultivate internal energy, only their bodies!
Nelson was the same.
Though she couldn’t perform feats like moving objects through space or condensing Sword Qi like Jerry Anderson.
But they pushed their bodies to the limit!
This kind of limit was not something that could be talked about in the same breath as that of martial artists who had reached the peak of their physical capabilities.
It was a pure form of body cultivation!
Their limits far surpassed the limits of ordinary martial artists.
The founder of Azure Mountain believed that anything taken to the extreme could reach the pinnacle of martial arts.
Therefore, the people of Azure Mountain cultivated only their bodies, not their internal energy.
Yet, even a Grandmaster like Nelson could not gain the upper hand easily.
"Didn’t expect you to have some strength," he said.
Jerry Anderson took a deep breath and stamped his right foot with force!
Boom!
The ground directly exploded starting from his right foot!
Dark soil sprayed up several meters high, continuing to press towards Nelson.
Whop!
Nelson leapt up, her Longsword gleaming with a cold light, bursting through the air!
"Die!"
Jerry Anderson also rose to his feet, reaching out with his hands through the air!
Crack!
Two trees were directly chopped down at the waist, coming at Nelson from behind!
And he, rising into the air, threw a punch!
With the punch thrown, the forest howled!
It was as if all the power in the entire space had converged into Jerry Anderson’s fist!
Swoosh!
Nelson’s Longsword flew out, splitting the two broken trees that were behind her!
And she too threw a punch!
Displaying all her strength!
Their punches collided!
Jerry Anderson staggered backwards several steps, his eyes full of shock.
And Nelson also received her Longsword, swooping down from the sky!
"Who are you really!"
As the president of the Martial Association, a six-star supreme fighter!
This was the first time Jerry Anderson was somewhat out of his element.
He brought his hands together, directly clamping down on the Longsword thrust by Nelson!
To seize a blade with bare hands!
Hisss!
The Longsword was immensely powerful.
And Nelson moved with an unstoppable momentum!
Jerry Anderson kept retreating, his feet dragging deep grooves into the ground!
"You are no ordinary martial artist!"
He bellowed, and with a palm push, he repelled the Longsword!
Whooosh!
Dust filled the air!
An invisible aura shot straight towards Nelson!
The power of a Grandmaster!
With one angry blow, blood could spatter a hundred meters!
Bang!
Within the cloud of dust, there came a muffled grunt from Nelson.
"Haha, this is the power of a Grandmaster..."
Spurt!
Before Jerry Anderson could finish his sentence, a flash of cold light streaked past!
He dodged quickly, but his shoulder was still sliced open, leaving a wound.
Blood splattered on the six-star badge.
"You..."
Ignoring his own injury, Jerry Anderson was determined to kill!
Such a formidable enemy must not be spared!
Whoosh!
But just then, Nelson’s Longsword scooped up the ground!
A cloud of dust rose, forcing him to step back.
By the time Jerry Anderson had blasted away the dust in front of him, there was no trace of anyone in the woods.
"Damn it!"
He furrowed his brows tightly.
Looking at the bloodstain on his shoulder, a hint of malevolence flashed in Jerry Anderson’s eyes.
Since becoming a six-star fighter, this was the first time he had been wounded.
"Don’t let me encounter you again!"
Gazing towards the end of the woods, Jerry Anderson said in a deep voice.
Then, he turned and walked towards Brighton Lake.
On the lake surface.
Charmy Kims sat cross-legged, as tranquil as a bell.
Mist swirled around him.
Quietly waiting for the next day when Julius Reed would come for their appointment.
And among the crowd on the shore, a man wearing a bamboo hat quietly slipped away.
In his hand, he carried a silver-gleaming Longsword.
