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Chapter 960: Chapter 960: Kill Jerry Anderson
The newcomer, alone.
His steps, steady.
With the casual grace of a stroll in the courtyard, he terrified tens of thousands into immobility.
In the sacred land—
One man, overwhelming tens of thousands!
It was the Martial Arts Association that felt the dread.
This alone was enough to make his name immortal!
But the moment the man waved his hand, thousands of students’ hearts pounded wildly.
Even Jerry Anderson, holding onto the railing, couldn’t help but grip it a bit tighter.
All was calm and peaceful.
Not a single anomaly.
It seemed like mere trickery.
But those with keen eyes spotted two figures emerging from afar.
One on the left, one on the right, racing on their horses!
Leaving behind a cloud of dust in their wake.
Finally, the two arrived behind the man.
They dismounted.
Whoosh!
Each man raised his battle flag high.
Golden Dragon Devouring the Sun!
At the moment the flags fluttered, the man slowly lifted his head.
His delicate face was covered with a golden dragon mask.
Under the sunlight, it was dazzling.
"Seven Clouds Academy!"
Jerry Anderson’s face drastically changed!
Although he had held a high position and governed the orthodox martial arts for decades!
The sight of the flag almost stopped his heart.
Seven Clouds Academy, ah...
The underground world’s nightmare for seven years.
Even the Martial Arts Association was under the academy’s oppression.
The Golden Dragon Devouring the Sun flag was not just any banner.
It was an era.
An era that belonged to Mad Dragon.
But was the person wearing the golden mask really Mad Dragon?
Nobody knew!
Hadn’t Mad Dragon died three years ago?
Though there had been rumors, few believed them.
Even as Ceylon Mountain and Shadow Gate eagerly joined the fray, their target was Divine Dragon Tripod.
Now.
The Golden Dragon Devouring the Sun flag stood at the entrance of the Martial Arts Association.
Tens of thousands waited for the chairman’s response.
"Who goes there!"
Finally, Jerry Anderson overcame his inner fear and roared.
Mad Dragon could not possibly be alive!
Mad Dragon was dead.
The era had ended.
Seven Clouds Academy had become history!
The disturbance four years prior had caused the organization to vanish!
And now, they dared to appear before the Martial Arts Association?
"You, have no right to know."
Julius Reed extended his right hand, and Venassa Pine immediately handed him a sword!
Golden dragon swirling, murderous intent filled the air!
The moment his fingers touched the golden sword, an immense pressure swiftly enveloped the area!
Those students at the front could barely breathe.
Clang!
The spear fell to the ground.
Dozens of students knelt, clutching their throats in agony.
One man, one sword.
Standing outside the gate.
Behind him, the Golden Dragon Devouring the Sun flag fluttered loudly.
"Mad fool, daring to engage in trickery in front of my Martial Arts Association!" 𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝒎
A board member saw the dire situation and leaped into the air!
Shriek!
He drew his sword midair, slashing towards the gate!
The sword’s brilliance nearly materialized, tearing a gap through the oppressive dignity that stifled breaths!
Seizing the gap, the students gasped for air.
Fear and relief mingled in their eyes.
Hum!
In the blink of an eye, the Longsword approached Julius Reed’s throat.
But it could advance no further.
"With you, you cannot kill me."
Julius Reed suddenly looked up, a powerful aura burst forth instantly!
The board member in the air felt as though he was frozen.
Unable to move!
"How can this be!"
He cried out in panic, "I have entered the path of martial arts, why can’t I move!"
Struggling, desperately struggling!
But, it was futile.
"Have you ever heard of tyranny?"
Julius Reed took a step forward, his gaze fixed on the person before him.
"I am, tyranny."
Boom!
He didn’t even have to strike.
The board member was thrown back, a trail of blood mist left in the air.
Splash!
He fell heavily to the ground.
Unmoving.
"Next."
Julius Reed slowly raised his sword, pointing at the stands.
"Come at me together, if you please. I find it less troublesome."
No one challenged him.
The grand Martial Arts Association!
Facing a challenge at its own doorstep!
A challenge full of contempt.
Yet, there was no one to retaliate.
On the ground, the board member’s body had not yet gone cold.
Blood still flowed continuously from his mouth and nose.
Hum!
The aura dispersed.
Julius Reed, holding a Longsword, walked step by step toward the center of the arena.
He alone, was like a sword!
The formation of thousands of Martial Arts Association members, like the sea, retreated to both sides!
And Julius Reed was the blade that tore through this wave!
Finally.
He stood less than ten meters away from Jerry Anderson.
"Surrender or, I will kill you."
The voice was not loud.
But tens of thousands of people heard it distinctly.
They looked up and gazed at Jerry Anderson, who stood above thousands, at the central stand of the arena.
These people wanted to know how the leader of the Martial Arts Association would respond.
"Sword come!"
Jerry Anderson yelled out loud!
Whoosh!
Behind the signboard of the Martial Arts Association at the Lighting Building,
a Longsword broke through the air!
After circling in the air several times, it landed in his hand.
"I, a dignified six-star Martial Artist, the president of the Martial Arts Association, ranked twenty-seventh on the Grandmaster List!"
Jerry Anderson held the sword with one hand, his robe fluttering without wind: "I don’t care whether you are the real or fake Mad Dragon, I just want to kill you!"
The renowned sword, Quiet Moon.
One of the treasures of Rogan Harsh!
A gift given to Jerry Anderson when he first left his master.
As the sword was drawn, day halted and the moon stilled.
All things receded.
"You cultivate Martial Arts, I cultivate hegemony."
Julius Reed responded indifferently, "Today’s battle can be seen as a contest between true paths."
"Martial Arts are the orthodoxy!"
Jerry Anderson held the sword with one hand, and its blade under the brilliant sun, actually emitted a faint chill.
"What is hegemony? I do not know, nor will I know! In my eyes, that is but an underhanded tactic!"
Hiss!
He soared into the air!
A sword slashed down!
The dazzling light made tens of thousands of people unable to open their eyes.
"This sword, then, is hegemony!"
Julius Reed looked up, grasping his sword with both hands!
A duel between Grandmasters was already beyond such complexity.
Both sides exerted their full strength, brought out all their dao, and committed to a single battle!
One battle, to prove the path!
On the Longsword, as if a blazing fierce fire had ignited.
In the air, it turned into a trail of golden light!
With the sword drawn, unmatched under the heavens!
Peerless in the world!
An overwhelming pressure surged forth!
Clang!
Two beams of light collided.
Two streams of Sword Qi, golden and white, furiously devoured each other, each trying to suppress the other!
The sky filled with Sword Qi, like piercing cold spikes, caused tens of thousands of people unbearable pain!
In the sky.
Their eyes met.
"I won."
Julius Reed smiled lightly.
Boom!
The two swords parted.
Jerry Anderson flew backward, staggering to stand in the arena.
Julius Reed executed a horizontal sword!
In the sky, the Sword Intent instantaneously dissipated!
But the insightful spectators stood unsteadily aghast!
The Sword Qi had not dissipated!
Instead,
it was being crazily absorbed, devoured!
Finally, it gathered in the palm of Julius Reed.
Teng.
One step.
Teng, teng.
Second step, third step!
Julius Reed, holding the sword in one hand, rushed wildly towards Jerry Anderson!
"I am a six-star Martial Artist, I have already comprehended the great path! Ah..."
Jerry Anderson, holding the sword single-handedly, dashed forward like mad!
Teng!
Julius Reed leapt high, holding the sword with both hands, and struck down fiercely!
Boom!
In an instant.
The Sword Qi gathered in his palm exploded like a nuclear bomb!
Thud.
Jerry Anderson knelt on the ground.
In his hand, Quiet Moon had broken.
On his forehead, a blood trace ran straight down to his chin.
The entire place went silent.
Julius Reed sheathed his Longsword, holding the Golden Dragon Devouring Sun Banner with one hand.
Stepping on, the blood-soaked six-star badge.
He leapt onto the roof of the Lighting Building!
He slowly turned around, looking at the red-glowing Dragon King Ring on his right hand.
His eyes blood red.
Underneath the Golden Dragon mask was a face full of pain.
It was this Dragon King Ring that gave him the power to defeat Jerry Anderson!
But a surge of murderous aura, like a breached dam, crazily poured out!
"Hiss..."
He took a deep breath, barely suppressing the desire to kill everything within him!
A moment later.
Crack!
The flag of the Martial Arts Association, standing for a hundred years, was severed in half.
Afterward, Julius Reed forcefully stabbed it in!
The Golden Dragon Devouring Sun Banner fluttered in the air.
Rustling loudly.
