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Chapter 942: Chapter 942 Disregard Burial
The long spear, forged from refined steel, instantly turned into dust.
Under the sunlight, it flickered with specks of starlight.
Bang!
The next moment! 𝚗o𝚟pub.𝚌𝚘𝚖
Julius Reed’s palm followed through, landing directly on Alexander Grey’s right shoulder!
This prodigy of the Martial Arts Association hadn’t even had time to recover his senses.
His body had already heavily slammed onto the ground.
In the courtyard of the Dragon, a deathly silence ensued.
The students held their long spears, but not a single one dared to step forward to help Alexander Grey up.
"Worthy of the Martial Arts Association."
Julius Reed, with his hands behind his back, looked at the shocked youths before him and said indifferently, "Even the one standing guard has some skills. Please call out your Great Commander, I have a favor to ask."
Standing guard?
The students all cast their eyes toward Alexander Grey.
They wanted to know how this highest authority of the Dragon Branch would respond.
After all, the defeat was too miserable.
Alexander Grey didn’t even have a chance to make a move before he was knocked to the ground.
It was truly... a complete and utter defeat.
As for asking a favor?
They were young, but they had seen and known much.
This way of asking for a favor, they had never seen in their lives.
The students remained silent, and Alexander Grey did not speak either.
His eyes were fixedly staring at Julius Reed.
Hand on his shoulder, the corners of his mouth overflowing with blood.
"Could it be that everyone in the Martial Arts Association is mute?"
Julius Reed looked around, and wherever his gaze landed, the students lowered their heads to avoid it.
Those eyes, like peering into the abyss, made their hearts tremble violently.
Finally, their eyes met.
Alexander Grey’s angry gaze collided with the piercingly cold eyes of Julius Reed!
Ice and fire blended together!
An overwhelming oppressive force attacked them like a sweeping tide!
Ten seconds.
Sputter!
Alexander Grey spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale to the extreme.
"Is there really no one in the Martial Arts Association?"
Julius Reed looked toward the right, at the splendid grand hall!
The scorching sun high in the sky!
The four golden characters, glittering splendidly!
From a distance, the words ’Martial Arts Association’ seemed as majestic as a dragon coiled above the entrance of the grand hall.
It seemed as if it intended to intimidate anyone trying to enter.
But Julius Reed was not at all afraid.
He stared at the grand hall and said lightly, "After all, it is better to rely on oneself than on others."
No one answered.
Alexander Grey was already horribly defeated.
Shattered with him were the confidence of the Martial Arts Association’s students and the pride deep in their hearts.
In this 8,000-square-foot courtyard, Julius Reed seemed very lonely.
Yet the aura of a single person was enough to oppress the hundred people before him.
"Please, the leader of the Dragon Branch, come out to meet me!"
He shouted loudly.
Only echoes responded.
The once insurmountable Martial Arts Association was now like a shy maiden.
Too embarrassed to speak.
Alexander Grey felt ashamed.
He was indeed the leader of the Dragon Branch, but faced with the challenge, he had no ability to respond.
He couldn’t even speak.
Did he not want to talk?
The bones in his shoulder had broken, his ribcage shattered.
If it weren’t for his skills, he would have likely died on the spot.
Speak?
Before he could open his mouth, he felt excruciating pain in his chest.
Within the courtyard, there lay a silence.
Hundreds of people said not a word, their spirits crushed.
"It is indeed better to rely on oneself than others,"
Julius Reed said with a wry smile as he raised his right hand!
Whir!
The long spear in the hands of the student closest to him flew out and landed in the palm of Julius Reed.
Telekinesis?
Grandmaster!
Alexander Grey’s eyes widened in shock!
This young man, he was actually a Grandmaster!
"This signboard is somewhat of an eyesore."
Julius Reed raised his hand and fiercely hurled it forward!
Boom!
The face of the Dragon’s grand hall collapsed in an instant.
The four golden characters were buried in a cloud of dust.
"Here, who holds the highest position?"
After doing all this, Julius Reed turned around to look at the stunned students before him.
"Are you all mute?"
He chuckled lightly, looking down at Alexander Grey on the ground: "You all call yourselves students of the Martial Arts Association, but not even one of you measures up to a gatekeeper. He dared to threaten me with his spear, what about you?"
Silence.
No one responded.
Alexander Grey’s face went from a ghastly pale to slowly flushing red.
His heart was beating faster and faster.
"What’s going on!"
Inside the Golden Dragon Hall, three senior members of the Martial Arts Association rushed out.
Their faces were smeared with dirt, looking utterly disheveled.
As the saying goes, "One sits calmly in the hall, but trouble falls straight from the sky!"
The three were sparring inside the Golden Dragon Hall when the roof suddenly collapsed.
"Great Commander?"
Seeing Alexander Grey lying on the ground, the senior member, Shining Mirror, rushed over in panic, "What happened to you...?"
He couldn’t believe his eyes.
The Great Commander of the Golden Dragon Villa, covered in blood, was gasping for breath.
In the courtyard, none of the eight hundred disciples stepped forward.
They just looked on indifferently.
Shining Mirror even doubted if his eyes were deceiving him.
"What’s going on!"
He stood up and looked at one of the disciples.
Alexander Grey was seriously injured, and the Golden Dragon Hall had suddenly collapsed!
This was bad news.
But no one spoke up.
The disciple slowly lifted a hand and pointed at Julius Reed.
Only then did the three senior members see the solitary figure in the courtyard.
Unfamiliar.
Distant.
"Who are you!"
Shining Mirror sized him up warily, his tone icy, "This is the Martial Arts Association, how dare you barge in here?"
The Association was sacred ground!
Strangers were forbidden to enter!
Anyone who trespassed would, at the very least, have their limbs broken, or at worst, be executed on the spot!
"Jaxon Cook, Hilbert Cook, where are you two?"
Shining Mirror shouted.
Jaxon Cook and Hilbert Cook were responsible for guarding the gate today.
Allowing an outsider to enter was a dereliction of duty, a grave offense!
But there was no response from the Golden Dragon Villa.
It was as if the two were not there at all.
"You are a high-level official of the Association?"
Julius Reed asked Shining Mirror indifferently.
"Who are you to question my identity?"
Shining Mirror’s presence was fully unleashed.
He was a senior member, as well as one of Alexander Grey’s subordinates.
As the old saying goes, when one man prospers, his pets shoot up the roof too.
As Alexander Grey’s influence in the Association soared, they also grew proud.
"You only need to answer me, ’yes,’ or ’no.’"
Julius Reed said coldly.
He disliked unnecessary talk.
He had come here today to give Jerry Anderson a warning.
The word of the Dragon King was as heavy as nine cauldrons.
If he said he would kill you, he must kill you!
"How dare you speak to me like that!"
Shining Mirror’s heart flared with anger.
"Guards, execute him with rods!"
He gave the command.
But no one behind him dared to move.
"Can’t you hear my order?"
He turned around to face the disciples before him.
But in their eyes, he saw only fear and pity.
"What’s wrong with all of you!"
Shining Mirror’s rage grew even hotter.
Bang!
The next moment.
His spine snapped from a strike to the back, and he knelt on the ground.
"I told you to answer ’yes’ or ’no.’"
Julius Reed walked over, looking dispassionately at the pain-wracked Shining Mirror, "Even your gatekeepers are better than you."
"Sir... who are you!"
The remaining two officials, no longer daring to be arrogant, spoke with a hint of politeness, "Our Association has no quarrel with you, why..."
"Tell Jerry Anderson that Nelson’s fiancé will visit the Martial Arts Association headquarters tomorrow! Tell him to prepare a coffin and choose a burial site!"
Julius Reed turned and said indifferently, "I may kill, but I don’t bury."
Without waiting for a response,
he snatched a long spear!
Danced into the air facing the wall!
Then threw it high into the sky.
And left in strides.
The Association disciples held their breath, and even Alexander Grey’s eyes widened.
They stared intently at the wall.
But the wall did not react.
A false alarm.
"Report to the President immediately, this cannot be delayed! Also, take the Great Commander and..."
Boom!
Before the official could finish his sentence.
The hundred-meter wall collapsed thunderously!
Puchi!
A long spear descended from the sky!
Piercing through Alexander Grey’s heart.
