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Chapter 959: Chapter 959: Visiting the Martial Arts Association
Three hundred kilometers away from Nathaniel City,
there lies Jade Mountain.
Atop the mountain, stands a structure.
The building is splendidly luxurious, unparalleled in opulence.
However, it is never open to the public.
At this moment, Jerry Anderson was sitting in a room within the building.
Across from him sat an elder.
The elder, with white hair and beard, was dressed in a Taoist robe and sat cross-legged on a heated brick bed.
He had the demeanor of an immortal and the youthful face of a boy!
"Master,"
Jerry Anderson spoke respectfully, "Recently, I have encountered some difficulties."
The elder opposite him was his master,
Rogan Harsh.
Since Jerry Anderson had secured his position as the head of the Martial Arts Association, he had spared no expense in building this Taoist temple on Jade Mountain for his master to cultivate in seclusion.
Now faced with perplexity, he had no choice but to seek guidance.
"What is it?"
The elder slowly opened his eyes and poured a cup of tea for him, "You seem troubled, this is not good."
"Thank you for your teaching, Master,"
Jerry Anderson held the teacup with both hands and took a clear sip.
"Someone claims to be Nelson’s fiance and wants to come to the Martial Arts Association to kill me. Yet when I sent people to investigate, they found no such person."
His brow slightly furrowed, his words tinged with anxiety, "Yet my Lighting Building was indeed destroyed by this person! Alexander Grey, even he had no chance to fight back."
If someone had said they wanted to kill him, Jerry Anderson would have merely smiled slightly.
But now, the opponent had taken substantive action.
To kill Alexander Grey, strike at the heart.
Clearly a warning shot to intimidate.
Daring to challenge the Martial Arts Association so brazenly, even with his confidence, Jerry Anderson felt the pressure.
After all, Charmy Kims had just died in battle.
Countless eyes were watching the Martial Arts Association.
"Nelson?"
Rogan Harsh pondered for a moment and then shook his head, "There is no such person. Are you sure you heard correctly?"
"Yes!"
Jerry Anderson’s brow furrowed even tighter.
"I suspect I have fought with Nelson before. At the time, the person was a young, beautiful woman, who specialized in martial arts with astonishing strength!"
Recalling his battle at Brighton Lake, his memory was fresh.
"You didn’t kill her?"
Rogan Harsh opened his eyes and asked calmly.
"She escaped."
Jerry Anderson answered truthfully.
He could have caught up if he had persisted,
but at that time, all thoughts of the Martial Arts Association were on Charmy Kims, so Jerry Anderson did not create further issues.
"From what you describe, this young woman is very strong. But I have never heard of someone of such age dominating the world."
Rogan Harsh closed his eyes and softly said, "Perhaps, it’s a misunderstanding. If necessary, I can send your senior brother to assist."
Jerry Anderson was considered a genius.
At least in the eyes of others, he was a genius!
At such an age, leading the holy land of martial arts, becoming an object of admiration for numerous martial artists.
Jerry Anderson was in his element!
But among Rogan Harsh’s disciples, he could not even rank in the top five.
"Thank you for your concern, Master, but I believe in my abilities. If, unfortunately, I am killed, I will trouble you to avenge me."
Jerry Anderson stood up and bowed deeply.
With his status, saving face was more important than life itself.
If outsiders knew that the president of the Martial Arts Association was asking for strong support, what would they think?
Wouldn’t they laugh?
What face would he have to sit as president then?
Most importantly, Jerry Anderson did not believe the opponent was stronger than him.
The confidence of a master!
Rogan Harsh didn’t believe it either, so he said no more.
And he didn’t hold him back.
"It’s getting late, I won’t disturb Master’s cultivation. I’ll take my leave first,"
Having said that, Jerry Anderson rose and left.
Once he had gone, the elder said softly, "Check into who Nelson really is."
"As you command, Master."
No sooner had the voice faded than a shadow vanished from the room.
...
When the first ray of morning light hit the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association in the Lighting Building,
thousands of students gathered in the wide training grounds in front of the building, full of a fighting spirit!
At the entrance, several board members stood on a platform,
looking forward as if facing a formidable enemy!
The entire Martial Arts Association, from top to bottom, was permeated with a tense atmosphere.
Alexander Grey was publicly killed, and the grand courtyard was destroyed.
This was not something an ordinary person could achieve.
The Martial Arts Association held a meeting overnight, discussing until dawn.
They finally reached a conclusion.
It was definitely the work of a certain power within the martial arts world, seizing the opportunity of Charmy Kims’s combat death and the precarious reputation of the Martial Arts Association.
To vie for the Boss’s position.
Many had long been dissatisfied with the Martial Arts Association claiming to be the legitimate martial arts orthodoxy.
That was a golden signboard, generating countless wealth each year.
But now, Deep Cold and Willson Pavilion had started warring, the two Bosses clashing irreconcilably.
There was simply no opportunity to create trouble.
Moreover, in Nathaniel City, there were no signs of a massive influx of people.
"President, could we have misjudged?"
One of the directors looked ahead, asking with a worried expression.
They dared to openly challenge and overturn the grand courtyard, indicating their audacity!
They clearly weren’t afraid of the Martial Arts Association.
But to claim they would come to the Martial Arts Association headquarters and kill their president?
The thousands of students present, along with numerous experts from the Martial Arts Association.
These were not people to mess with.
The place was now like a net of heaven and earth, a deathtrap for anyone who came.
"What time is it now?"
Jerry Anderson stared ahead, his tone somewhat somber.
If the adversary did not show up, and they were on high alert for nothing, wouldn’t that be a joke?
The mighty martial association, scared out of their wits by someone?
"It’s already eight in the morning!"
The director looked at his watch and replied aloud.
They had been meeting all night, without any sleep.
But they were martial artists; lack of rest for a short period did not significantly affect them.
It was just the psychological pressure that weighed down the entire Martial Arts Association, shadowing it with gloom.
"Last night, I went to Jade Mountain, but I could not ascertain Nelson’s identity,"
Jerry Anderson, with his hands clasped behind his back, said in a very strange tone, "To obliterate our grand courtyard, and yet, in the martial arts world, there’s no trace of this person?"
Alexander Grey was immensely famous in the martial arts world!
Not only because he was the successor the Martial Arts Association had fostered, but also because of his formidable personal strength.
He was regarded as a chosen son of heaven.
Yet a man claiming to be Nelson’s fiancé managed to kill him with such ease!
He was certainly not a nobody!
But who could this person be?
Even now, the Martial Arts Association knew nothing about him.
"Attention!"
Whoosh!
A flag of the Martial Arts Association was raised.
Everyone turned around, armed with long spears, focusing ahead.
This was a command flag.
"Just one person?"
Jerry Anderson also turned, looking into the distance at a very small figure several kilometers away.
Where was the army of thousands?
Shouldn’t the other party be bringing a group to clash with the Martial Arts Association?
If it was really just one person, Jerry Anderson had enough confidence to kill him!
"Be wary of ambushes!"
He ordered sternly.
The formation below swiftly changed, covering all angles.
The figure was getting closer.
But around them, there was not the slightest stirring.
The thousands standing in the training ground went silent, leaving only the sound of breathing.
Thousands of eyes focused on that figure.
Their breathing grew rapid, and their hands holding long spears were already drenched in sweat.
Five hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
One hundred meters...
When the person reached less than five meters from the Martial Arts Association’s gates, they slowly stopped.
The entire training ground plunged into dead silence!
Jerry Anderson clasped the handrails tightly with both hands, not daring to blink.
Three minutes!
A full three minutes!
The person then slowly raised their head and lifted their right hand.
And suddenly swung it down! 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
