Chapter 203: Chapter 203 - Forced to Kneel
Confronted by Conrad Schroeder’s arrogance, Jasper Thompson found himself powerless.
He couldn’t challenge the Schroeder Family, and the Martial Arts Association wouldn’t show him any respect either.
Uncle Jasper was consumed with anxiety for the moment.
The following day.
I remained confined in that cramped room.
Yet I could sense clearly that I wasn’t the sole prisoner in this place.
"Looks like plenty of martial artists are stuck here," I whispered to myself.
I couldn’t help but feel concerned inside.
What if the Schroeder Family really convinced the Martial Arts Association to eliminate me?
"Escape?" I furrowed my brow.
If I fled, I might never return to Pyro, and how could I openly go to the Capital City to wed Mabel Sean?
But staying meant potentially dying here, which would be far worse.
Right then, I heard footsteps from outside.
Soon after, a light flickered on.
Multiple figures stood at the entrance.
Leading them were Naomi Estelle and Uncle Armando, the Schroeder Family’s head butler.
Spotting these two, my expression immediately hardened.
Uncle Armando walked up to the cell, positioning himself outside with a cruel grin, "Mason Raymond, what good did beating the family head do you? You’re still nothing but a captive."
I responded icily, "Conrad Schroeder sure has guts, is this Chuzzle’s top figure? That’s all he’s got?"
Uncle Armando burst into laughter, "Victory belongs to the winner! As long as you succeed, who’ll care about your methods?"
I shot up suddenly, staring daggers at Uncle Armando, "I should’ve finished off Conrad Schroeder!"
"Ha, that opportunity’s gone now," Uncle Armando sneered.
He pressed against the cell wall, speaking with malice, "I’m warning you, once you’re dead, everyone depending on you will face the Schroeder Family’s fury!"
"I’ll ensure your loved ones plead for death but can’t escape life!" Uncle Armando snarled venomously.
Hearing this, uncontrollable fury surged through me!
I suddenly unleashed my spiritual energy, striking Uncle Armando’s chest through the air with my palm!
That single blow sent Uncle Armando flying!
Any regular person taking that hit would be dead for sure!
However, Uncle Armando was still a Grandmaster. Even with his cultivation destroyed, his Grandmaster physique remained intact.
So he merely coughed up blood!
"Mason Raymond, you’re really asking for it!" Uncle Armando wiped the blood from his lips.
He turned toward Naomi Estelle and said, "President Estelle, move him to the communal cell."
Naomi Estelle grinned, "Consider it done."
Then he gestured, and two Grandmasters stepped through the doorway.
"Move prisoner Mason Raymond to the communal cell," Naomi Estelle commanded.
"Understood."
The two escorted me deeper into the shadows.
"Mason Raymond, I’m warning you, your paperwork will be finished soon, and you’re definitely going to die!" Uncle Armando’s voice echoed from behind.
I stayed quiet, my fists clenched tight, the rage inside me almost overwhelming!
"Get inside!"
We reached the communal cell.
The communal cell was massive; calling it an abandoned wasteland instead of a cell would be more accurate.
No beds existed here; everyone slept on bare ground.
Looking around, I counted at least dozens of martial artists in the communal cell!
The most powerful among them were nearly at Grandmaster level!
"The Martial Arts Association isn’t as simple as it appears," I thought, frowning slightly.
I found a random spot to sit, then shut my eyes and started meditating.
My mind raced through countless escape plans, but none seemed viable.
"Am I really going to die in this place..." Despair flickered across my face.
My emotions grew more unstable, ready to explode any second!
"No way, I can’t die here!" I clenched my teeth, and brilliant light erupted from my body!
I stood up, stared at the cage exit, and suddenly burst with power!
"Kid, I’d drop that idea if I were you."
Someone suddenly warned me then.
"The Martial Arts Association might be civilian, but it holds sacred status among martial artists globally. Force your way out of this cage, and you’ll make them your enemy," the voice continued.
My brows knitted together.
Clearly, martial artists viewed the Martial Arts Association like an official body.
Nobody wanted to cross them.
My breathing started to steady.
I inhaled deeply and muttered, "Maybe there’s still hope. Uncle Jasper and the others will surely figure something out."
With that thought, I pulled back my aura and sat down again.
Right then, chaos broke out nearby.
"You bastard, get on your knees!"
I turned to see four or five martial artists cornering a young guy.
All four or five were Grandmaster level with incredible power!
But the surrounded young man had pathetic strength, barely worth noting.
"Never! I’d rather die than give in!" the young man shouted.
At first, I didn’t care about this situation, but the young man’s voice rang familiar.
I opened my eyes and looked toward the disturbance.
Shockingly, it was Victor Green!
"What’s Victor doing here?" My expression shifted, and I immediately stood up and headed toward Victor.
Several martial artists had their hands on Victor’s shoulders.
"Won’t kneel? Fine, we’ll shatter your legs and make you kneel forever!" the lead tough guy roared furiously.
Sweat poured down Victor’s face, but he kept resisting stubbornly.
"Stupid fool," the tough guy mocked.
He lifted his massive palm and swung it viciously toward Victor!
Just as the palm was about to connect with Victor, a slender hand caught his wrist.
The tough guy scowled and yelled, "Who dares mess with my business!"
"Your daddy!" I said coldly.
The next moment, I applied pressure with my palm, shattering the tough guy’s wrist!
"Ahhh!!"
The excruciating pain made the tough guy scream like crazy!
The others around him got even angrier, charging at me!
But these Grandmasters meant nothing to me.
My attacks were brutal, with every punch I threw, someone ended up with broken bones!
Within minutes, I had taken down all four of these Grandmasters!
"Mr. Raymond? How... How did you end up here?" Victor stammered in surprise.
I patted Victor’s shoulder and glared coldly at the crowd, "So you all enjoy making people kneel?"
"Kid, mind your own-" someone began through gritted teeth.
I glanced at him, then reached out and swatted him to the ground like a bug!
"You like forcing people to kneel? Let’s see how you enjoy the taste of kneeling yourselves," I said coldly.
The next instant, I moved like lightning.
Within seconds, I had destroyed these Grandmasters’ kneecaps!
