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Chapter 929: Chapter 929 Deep Cold Conference
Evening.
A message like a depth charge.
In the long-calm world of martial artists, it caused a huge uproar!
Martial Arts Association Vice President, five-star martial artist Charmy Kims.
Defeated and perished at Brighton Lake!
Dead and his way obliterated.
It shocked the entire martial arts world.
Countless martial artists realized for the first time that even a Grandmaster could be killed.
There was a time when Grandmasters were like gods.
Invincible.
Unbeatable.
But now,
Grandmasters are human.
Humans who can be killed.
The Martial Arts Association faced such a severe crisis for the first time.
If mishandled, their revered sanctity could be utterly shattered!
Yet, another piece of news spreading within the martial arts circle did not gain the attention of the general public.
It was said,
Someone claiming to be Nelson’s fiancé vowed to visit the headquarters within three days to execute the president of the Martial Arts Association, Jerry Anderson.
Today was the first day.
However, the Martial Arts Association had no response.
As the orthodox of martial arts, president Jerry Anderson had long been a target for threats.
Within one year, at least a hundred people declared they would replace him.
Yet, many who made these threats couldn’t even defeat the lowest members of the Martial Arts Association.
Such riffraff were hardly taken seriously by the Association.
But given the extraordinary circumstances, the council members also investigated Nelson.
After all, the vice president had just perished, putting the entire Martial Arts Association on edge.
However, the result was worthless.
Among the experts in the martial arts world, there wasn’t any woman named Nelson.
So, Nelson’s so-called fiancé was likely just a madman.
The Association was initially puzzled by how quickly the news had spread, but now, they couldn’t afford to worry about it.
With Charmy Kims murdered, a mess awaited resolution.
Northern Border.
Above the icy plains,
There stood a castle.
The castle was surrounded by nothing, isolated in this snowy land.
The winds howled, and snow filled the sky.
Here, it was perennially below minus thirty degrees.
A slight mishap could result in frostbite.
The castle covered a massive area, surrounded by many points of firepower.
Countless hidden weapon systems were installed here, guarding the castle’s safety.
Inside, many squads patrolled ceaselessly.
The entire defense system was like an iron wall and a copper mountain.
At that moment,
A helicopter slowly hovered above the castle.
"Please immediately report your code."
Below, a gigantic loudspeaker began to shout.
"In half a minute, we will open fire!"
No sooner had these words fallen than three large-caliber anti-aircraft guns in the castle center slowly adjusted their angles, aiming at the helicopter in the sky.
"Listen up, below! Your king has returned!"
Shouted someone from the helicopter.
Then, a figure dropped straight down!
Boom!
The landing pad was cracked into innumerable fissures.
"Attention all departments, the Marshal has returned!"
In the control room, a blond man grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled aloud.
"Chief, every time the Marshal comes back, we have to repair the landing pad all over again."
Someone complained.
"Keep it down! If someone hears you, the next thing the Marshal might step on when he returns won’t be the landing pad, but your head!"
The blond man sharply smacked the back of the complainer’s head and excitedly ran out of the control room.
As soon as he opened the door, a fierce wind howled.
The snow poured in directly.
"Damn, it’s really cold here!"
The blond man got goosebumps all over, quickly put on a cotton coat, and hurried towards the center of the castle.
"Soro, when did the Marshal get back?"
As soon as he walked out, he saw a black man.
"Heh heh!"
The laughter of the black man caused the blonde man’s hairs to stand on end!
"Soro, they say a black man’s laugh is a life-and-death mystery, be serious!"
The blonde man couldn’t help but frown.
The fierce wind, accompanied by a blizzard, stung their faces harshly.
It was somewhat painful.
The black man, named Soro, was the Marshal’s personal guard.
Not much skill, but a lot of talk.
He had been the one shouting from the air just now.
The Marshal was a man of few words, coming and going soundlessly.
Yet, whenever he returned to base, Soro would always shout, "Your king has returned."
"This morning, the Marshal received a message and by noon, he returned to the base by helicopter. But on the plane, the Marshal looked grave, as if something serious had happened. Bennett, be careful with your words, so as not to touch a sore spot."
Soro, with his hand covering his face and stomping his feet, said, "It’s so cold! Let’s talk inside!"
"Isn’t it comfortable in the tropics?"
Bennett seemed to have already gotten used to the freezing conditions here.
But Soro, shivering, moaned loudly, "Of course, there are girls and fruits. Let’s hurry to the meeting. Before returning to base, the Marshal had a meeting with the Ninjutsu master, Shirley."
"Shirley, the king of East Asian ninjas?"
Bennett was somewhat familiar.
"Exactly! Shirley has already agreed to cooperate with us."
As the two chatted casually, they had entered the center of the castle.
The place was very spacious!
The indoor temperature was at twenty-five degrees above zero.
At that moment, many people had gathered inside the castle.
Yet still, many people were coming in from the outside.
"Black Wolf! The Army General from the southern border, why isn’t he guarding the southern border, why has he returned to the base?"
As a bald man in black clothing walked in, the castle fell into silence.
This was an existence second only to the Marshal.
Second in command within Deep Cold!
A powerful skill set, and ruthless methods!
Few could escape from his grasp alive.
"There must be something big happening, otherwise Black Wolf wouldn’t leave the southern border!"
"The southern border is our frontline in the fight against Willson Pavilion, with such a critical juncture, Black Wolf leaving means..."
People exchanged glances, their faces filled with tension.
Since the all-out war with Willson Pavilion, the headquarters base had heightened security.
On the most dangerous occasion, those fearless people from Willson Pavilion had already reached an area less than a hundred miles from the castle.
"Whoever dares to talk nonsense, I’ll pull out his tongue!"
Black Wolf stopped, coldly scanning the surrounding people: "The southern border is fine, I’ve come here to handle important matters."
Having said this, he abruptly removed his leather coat.
He strode toward the meeting room.
Following him, several leaders of Deep Cold all entered the meeting room.
The door closed tightly.
"Soro, you are the Marshal’s personal guard, do you know what’s happening inside?"
Someone looked at Soro, curiously asking.
"Not sure, but it must be something big."
Soro shrugged: "There are some things I’m not privileged to know."
Inside the meeting room.
The top ranks of Deep Cold had all gathered there.
In the central position sat a man with one eye.
The man wore a military uniform and his face was covered with scars.
He placed both hands on the table, gently tapping the surface with his middle finger.
One of his hands was entirely forged from metal.
"Marshal, was I called here from the southern border because of the issue with Willson Pavilion?"
Black Wolf asked.
"Not much related to Willson Pavilion, but I need the manpower from the southern border’s help,"
The Marshal leaned back in his chair, saying expressionlessly.
"Okay,"
Black Wolf nodded.
"Our nemesis in Deep Cold, Julius Reed, has slain a Grandmaster this morning!"
The Marshal waved his hand, and immediately, a video started playing on the screen behind him.
In the video, dragons emerged from the water!
An old man fell into the lake.
And died instantly.
