Chapter 382: Chapter 382 - Effortless Victory
Such an imposing display, it couldn’t help but send chills down one’s spine!
Logan Sean’s mocking smile grew thicker at the corners of his mouth. With his hands clasped behind his back, he said indifferently, "I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to exchange you for Mason Raymond."
"I believe the Pavilion Master will make the right choice."
The Pavilion Master’s face still wore a faint smile, revealing no hint of fear.
"Do you think I will agree?" The Pavilion Master asked softly.
Logan Sean sneered, "If you don’t agree, you won’t leave the Sean family’s Estate today!"
As soon as his words fell, all the gunmen loaded their weapons!
The few Grandmasters were also ready for action, waiting only for Logan Sean’s order to make their move!
The Pavilion Master sighed lightly, raised her delicate hand, and gently waved it.
For an instant, all the gunmen surrounding the Pavilion Master fell to the ground!
Even the Grandmasters behind Logan Sean were starting to feel dizzy.
"Wh--what’s going on?" Logan Sean’s face changed.
The Pavilion Master smiled faintly, "Don’t worry, I just put them to sleep."
As she spoke, the Grandmasters could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.
Logan Sean’s face changed, and he coldly asked, "What method did you use?"
The Pavilion Master replied indifferently, "Medicine can save lives and kill people."
"Medicine?" Logan Sean reacted.
He hurriedly covered his nose, fearing being caught by the spell.
"Mr. Sean need not worry, if I wanted to strike you, you would be down by now," the Pavilion Master said softly.
Logan Sean’s face grew colder, and the aura on his body started rolling and surging.
"Mr. Sean, do you want to take action against me?" the Pavilion Master asked, raising an eyebrow.
Logan Sean said coldly, "I’ve heard long ago that the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion’s strength was extraordinary. Today, I, Logan Sean, would like to see it for myself."
His aura quickly soared, and the Peak Form of Grandmaster’s power was fully revealed!
The next second, Logan Sean’s figure suddenly disappeared!
His ferocious fist flashed before the Pavilion Master!
"Smack!"
The Pavilion Master raised her delicate hand and gently caught Logan Sean’s fist.
"Hm?" Logan Sean couldn’t help but frown.
The feeling of this punch was very strange, like hitting a ball of cotton.
This gentle force left Logan Sean with nowhere to exert his strength.
"You are not my match," the Pavilion Master said indifferently.
"Of course, if you are determined to attack me, I don’t mind teaching you a lesson on behalf of Jerry Sean," the Pavilion Master’s voice became colder.
And at the same time, the soft power of her body disappeared, replaced by an indescribable fierceness!
The perfect balance of firmness and gentleness took Logan Sean by surprise, as he realized the gap between them.
He retracted his aura and said coldly, "Indeed, the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion’s fame is well-deserved. But I warn you, no one can stand against the Sean family."
"Oh? Really?" the Pavilion Master raised her eyebrow.
"What, you really think the Sean family is the number one family in the world?"
Logan Sean snorted coldly, "There are only a few who can stand against the Sean family throughout the world, but that doesn’t include your Medicine God Pavilion."
The Pavilion Master also smirked.
"Mr. Sean, you can try to wage war against the Medicine God Pavilion," the Pavilion Master said coldly.
Logan Sean snorted, "Perhaps there will be such a day."
"I’ll be waiting," the Pavilion Master said coldly.
Having said this, the Pavilion Master turned around and left.
As Logan Sean looked at the Pavilion Master’s departing figure, he couldn’t help but clench his fists and grind his teeth!
"This damn woman... I’ll kill you sooner or later," Logan Sean said coldly.
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At this point, it was already late at night.
The Divine Alchemist Pavilion was silent.
Occasionally, one could hear the croaking of early spring frogs and the rustling of leaves.
I lay on my bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
My thoughts were filled with Mabel Sean.
The Pavilion Master had been away for a whole day, and no news had come back, making me very uneasy.
I got out of bed and walked to the door of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
As I stood at the door and looked out, the street was silent.
I didn’t close my eyes the whole night.
It wasn’t until the morning when the Pavilion Master returned to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
The numerous elders were in the square early in the morning, just like the day I first arrived at the Pavilion.
Seeing the Pavilion Master, I hurried over.
"Lord Pavilion Master, how is Mabel?" I asked anxiously.
The Pavilion Master glanced at me and said, "She has healed from the illness in her heart."
"That’s good, that’s good," I patted my chest, relieved.
"But I must tell you that Mabel is not doing well now," the Pavilion Master said with a change of tone.
Afterward, the Pavilion Master told me about Mabel’s condition.
After listening, I couldn’t help but feel heartache.
The psychological gap that comes from falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley is often the hardest to bear.
"Pavilion Master, let’s not waste any more time. Didn’t you say you’d take me to get the cultivation skill?" I looked at the Pavilion Master and said.
The Pavilion Master yawned and said, "Let’s talk about it after I sleep."
I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, I didn’t say anything.
Because I knew, once the Pavilion Master made a decision, it would never change.
"By the way, she said to give you something," the Pavilion Master seemed to have remembered something.
She took out a bank card and handed it to me.
"A bank card?" I took the card and frowned.
"Yes, the password is the last six digits," the Pavilion Master said.
"Oh, by the way, she also said she’ll wait for you."
After throwing down these words, the Pavilion Master turned around and left with a graceful stride.
As I stroked the bank card in my hand, a myriad of indescribable feelings surged within me.
After much thought, I finally decided to hand the card to Jerry Sean.
I also planned to discuss something with Jerry Sean.
So, I took the bank card and turned to walk to Jerry Sean’s room.
Just then, my phone rang unexpectedly.
I picked up the phone and saw, to my surprise, that the call was from Vance Johansson!
Although I hadn’t saved Vance’s number, I recognized it at a glance.
As soon as the call was connected, Vance on the other end said sinisterly, "Mason, how does it feel to be a shrinking tortoise?"
Not wanting to engage in a war of words with Vance, I coldly asked, "What’s your business?"
"Hahahaha!" Vance on the other end laughed out loud.
"Speaking of which, I really admire you, hiding behind a woman and acting tough, it’s truly enviable!" Vance said sarcastically.
I sneered, "Yeah, that’s just how I attract girls. What can I do? Like Mabel Sean, she just likes me, and it bothers me."
Hearing this, the expression on Vance’s face suddenly cooled.
