Chapter 196: Chapter 196 - Cemetery Advantage
Regarding Mabel Sean’s message, Roberts Joshua dared not neglect it.
He hurriedly grabbed his phone and opened the message.
The content was brief, containing only a few words: Keep an eye on Mason Raymond. If necessary, you can kill Conrad Schroeder or even wipe out the Schroeder Family.
Roberts’s expression turned solemn, and he quickly replied: "Yes, Miss Sean."
After responding, Roberts couldn’t help but take several deep drags of his cigarette.
"What kind of fortune did this Mason Raymond accumulate in his past life..." Roberts muttered, shaking his head.
...
After finishing my challenge, I rushed directly to the Eastern Cemetery.
The place was desolate and saturated with dark energy, giving anyone who entered an uncomfortable feeling.
I first circled the cemetery, then left and headed to the market.
I strolled through the marketplace, causing many onlookers to gather and stare.
"Isn’t that Mason Raymond? He actually has time to go shopping in the market?" someone whispered.
"Quickly stay away from him, or we might get ourselves in trouble," another warned.
The gossip of these outsiders didn’t affect me at all.
I purchased many strange and peculiar items before returning to the Eastern Cemetery.
In the following days, I didn’t leave the Eastern Cemetery. I remained there all day, and nobody knew what I was doing.
Uncle Armando observed me quietly from the shadows.
"Hmm, what does this Mason Raymond want to do?" Uncle Armando couldn’t help but frown when he saw my peculiar actions.
"Uncle, do you want me to go down and test him?" asked someone beside him.
Uncle Armando was silent for a moment before saying coldly, "I will do it myself."
Then, he walked into the Eastern Cemetery with his hands clasped behind his back.
At this time, I was sitting in the cemetery, breathing rhythmically.
Everything seemed extremely calm.
It wasn’t until Uncle Armando approached that I slowly opened my eyes.
Looking at Uncle Armando with his face full of dark energy, I said coldly, "You must be the Schroeder Family’s loyal dog."
Uncle Armando’s expression changed, and the person beside him seemed ready to make a move!
"You seem to have a lot of leisure," Uncle Armando sneered.
I glanced at him and said indifferently, "Just say what you have to say. I don’t want to see people from the Schroeder Family."
Uncle Armando scolded, "I heard you’re an alchemist?"
"So what if I am?" I raised my eyebrows.
Uncle Armando said flatly, "In that case, I believe you can cure Young Master Tenny."
I couldn’t help but laugh coldly.
"You’re right, I do have a way to cure Tristin Schroeder, but what about it?" I replied coldly.
Uncle Armando chuckled, "Before you die, there’s still room for a turnaround."
"How about this: you heal Young Master Tenny’s illness, then at your own expense, kneel outside the Schroeder’s house for three days and three nights, announcing to the world that this matter is settled. How about it?" Uncle Armando clasped his hands behind his back and said indifferently.
"At least, this can save your life as their dog, right?" Uncle Armando continued.
Upon hearing this, a sneer flashed across my face.
"Who do you think you are?" I raised my eyebrows.
"A dog dares to bark and boast in front of me!" I scolded coldly.
Uncle Armando’s face changed slightly, and he squinted his eyes, "I already gave you a chance. Since you don’t know any better, just wait for death!"
After leaving that sentence, Uncle Armando turned and left.
"Stop."
At that moment, I suddenly shouted.
Uncle Armando sneered, "What, have you come to your senses?"
I didn’t say anything but suddenly appeared in front of Uncle Armando.
"I just want to tell you one thing," I said indifferently.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I suddenly made my move! In an instant, I landed a blow on Uncle Armando’s belly!
It seemed like an ordinary punch, but it directly shattered Uncle Armando’s dantian!
"Showing off comes with a price," I sneered.
Uncle Armando clutched his stomach, feeling his inner strength rapidly draining from within.
His face turned extremely ugly in an instant!
"You...you actually destroyed my cultivation!" Uncle Armando roared in horror.
I sneered and said, "I spared your dog life, you should thank me."
Treating others with their own medicine.
Uncle Armando never expected that his own words would be applied to himself like this!
"Mason Raymond, your crime is unforgivable! The Family Head will definitely not let you go!" Uncle Armando shouted angrily.
I ignored him. I turned back and continued to meditate.
At the Schroeder Family mansion.
Conrad Schroeder’s face was livid, seething with anger!
"That Mason Raymond doesn’t even take my Schroeder Family seriously!" Conrad yelled.
He never expected Mason Raymond to be so arrogant!
Uncle Armando said with pain, "Family Head, my cultivation is destroyed, you must avenge me..."
Conrad Schroeder glanced at Uncle Armando and coldly said, "Don’t worry, I will peel his skin and extract his tendons, cut him into thousands of pieces!"
...
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, only one night remained before we faced off.
That night, I slowly opened my eyes.
"Foundation Building Stage 3, almost no chance of winning against a Grandmaster," I softly muttered.
I flipped my palm and took out the bronze sword and the stone statue.
"I wonder if this bronze sword can give me a surprise." I held the bronze sword in my right hand, thinking aloud.
The next morning.
The Eastern Cemetery was crowded.
Many martial artists came to witness the event, fearing they’d miss the show.
They didn’t dare to approach, surrounding the area from all sides.
Turner Keira also arrived at the scene, his face a mix of emotions as he looked at me sitting cross-legged.
"Look, Mason Raymond is already here."
"What’s he doing sitting there like that? It’s like he’s meditating."
"Don’t you guys think it’s weird, ever since I stepped into this Eastern Cemetery, I feel a sense of oppression."
"Right, there’s too much dark energy in the Eastern Cemetery. It conflicts with our inner strength, naturally reducing our strength."
"Is it Mason Raymond’s deliberate plan? But he would be affected too."
For a moment, the surroundings were filled with discussions.
Roberts Joshua and another Grandmaster, responsible for protecting my safety, also arrived at the scene.
This Grandmaster was Johan Byron. Although his strength wasn’t as great as Roberts Joshua’s, he was still a top-tier Grandmaster.
He was far beyond the likes of the newly promoted Grandmaster, Conrad Schroeder.
The two concealed their auras, observing from the dark.
"Brother Joshua, my inner strength also seems to be feeling a suppression," Johan Byron said in a low voice.
Roberts Joshua nodded slightly and said, "No matter the level of strength, there will be some suppression, but the stronger one is, the less affected they’ll be."
Johan Byron exclaimed, "Then isn’t Mason Raymond digging his own grave?"
Roberts Joshua was also puzzled.
He knew that Conrad Schroeder was a Grandmaster, surely the suppression he would feel would be far less than what I would experience.
Just as the two were confused, a Rolls-Royce arrived ostentatiously.
As soon as the car stopped, Conrad Schroeder stepped out of the vehicle.
