Chapter 416: Chapter 416 A Convergence of Masters
After posting this comment, I tried to publish a clarifying statement.
But I quickly realized that my posts were getting deleted instantly!
Anything connected to Mabel Sean or the Sean family couldn’t be sent at all!
This meant the Johansson family had complete media control. I had to take the blame whether I liked it or not.
"This Johansson family has no shame," I couldn’t help but feel furious.
Right then, Vance Johansson’s call came through.
The moment I picked up, I heard Vance Johansson laughing, "Mason Raymond, how’s it feel? Did all that promotion you did before pay off? With just a tiny push, I can make black look white!"
My expression turned icy as I replied, "You can manipulate things temporarily, but not indefinitely."
"Oh really?" Vance Johansson mocked.
"Vance Johansson, in four months, I hope you’ll still be this cocky," I said coldly.
Vance Johansson laughed, "Seems like you don’t understand the difference between a Grandmaster and a half-step Martial Marquis."
I sneered back, "If you want to stay alive, you better find a way to reach the Martial Marquis realm."
After saying that, I ended the call.
Initially, I was sure I could beat Vance Johansson, since the chaotic body doesn’t fear anyone at the same level.
But now that Vance Johansson had broken through to half-step Martial Marquis, I was definitely feeling enormous pressure.
"Looks like I need to adjust my strategy," I thought to myself.
I’d originally planned to spend these four months building up my influence. But now, it seemed there wasn’t time for that.
I didn’t get any sleep that night.
Because of the Johansson family’s media manipulation, everyone viewed me as an ungrateful traitor.
So the Martial Arts Forum was flooded with insults aimed at me.
But I knew deep down that these accusations weren’t the real issue.
The true reason was that I possessed the secret techniques obtained from passing through the stairway to heaven. The rumors were just their excuse to move against me.
"I hope you can all make it in time," I muttered coldly to myself.
Just as I predicted,
——
At that very moment, several people were indeed ready to kill and steal.
These individuals represented various factions and groups.
There were noble families, hidden masters, and even people from the Martial Arts Forum.
Mason Raymond wasn’t rushing to leave—he was waiting for these people to show up.
That day,
By the riverside in Hanah City, over ten people had assembled.
These individuals had traveled from across the globe, and every single one was at Peak Grandmaster level!
Several among them hadn’t been seen in the world for years, yet now they’d emerged from hiding.
As more arrivals appeared, the tension along the riverbank grew thicker.
Suddenly, a figure walked across the river, moving forward step by step!
"River walking—what an impressive skill!" someone shouted!
Soon, an old man in simple robes with white hair appeared before the group.
"Randal Tristan? I never expected to see you here!" someone recognized the elder.
"Is that really Randal Tristan? Word was you died entering a Mystic Realm years back. I can’t believe you’re still alive!"
The elderly man called Randal Tristan stood with hands behind his back, saying calmly, "A decade ago, I nearly perished, but I turned disaster into fortune. After ten years of recovery, my power has grown."
"Have you reached the Military Marquis Realm?" someone asked in shock.
Randal Tristan shook his head, "Just one step short of half-step Martial Marquis."
While everyone marveled, another massive man approached from the distance!
This man stood tall with bulging muscles, his skin wrapped around him like iron plating!
"Body-training Grandmaster, Swanson Baton!"
"They say Swanson Baton’s physique has long exceeded human limits—he even survived a direct cannonball hit!"
"Mr. Baton, I didn’t think you’d come!"
Swanson Baton said flatly, "I’ve trained my body my whole life and found no equals. Now I hear some young punk claims unmatched physical strength, and I want to see for myself."
"Mr. Baton, your physical form is truly unrivaled!" Everyone flattered him.
At this moment, a young man wearing a green hat also joined the mix.
He stood with hands clasped behind his back, displaying an air of superiority.
But his aura was extremely faint, as if he was merely at Grandmaster level.
"Who might this gentleman be?" Someone noticed his oddness and inquired.
The other party coughed and said lightly, "I’m Paul Randall’ student, called Brody Oliver."
"Paul Randall’ student?" Hearing this title, everyone gasped!
That was a position equal to Ignacio Richard!
"How is Mr. Randall doing?" Everyone asked together.
"I can’t believe Mr. Randall would send someone as well!"
"With your involvement, Mason Raymond’s death is guaranteed!"
Brody Oliver stood with hands behind his back, saying lightly, "Naturally, my teacher is very curious about this secret technique, so he sent me."
"That’s right, Mr. Randall seemed to have failed when forcing his way through the stairway to heaven before." Someone mentioned.
Hearing this, Brody Oliver raised his hand and smacked the person across the face, snarling, "You bold fool! Are you mocking my teacher?!"
The slapped Grandmaster quickly waved his hands, "No... I wouldn’t dare, I just mentioned it offhandedly."
"Mr. Oliver, as Mr. Randall’ student, why are you only at Grandmaster level?" Someone asked in confusion.
Brody Oliver glared and slapped the person again!
"My teacher didn’t want me being too conspicuous, so he used a secret method to hide my aura—got a problem with that?" Brody Oliver snarled.
The person who’d been hit was naturally annoyed.
But considering the identity of "Paul Randall’ student," the person swallowed their irritation.
"Enough chatter. You all need to follow my orders, got it?" Brody Oliver said arrogantly.
Everyone exchanged glances, their eyes inevitably filled with suspicion.
This Brody Oliver... something felt off about him.
As Paul Randall’ student, how could he be so crude?
Paul Randall was known for his humility and politeness—how could he have trained such an arrogant pupil?
Though they thought this, they still didn’t dare question further.
After all, if he truly was Paul Randall’ student, that would spell trouble.
Right then, someone else approached from afar.
This person had a composed expression, neither sorrowful nor joyful, making it impossible to determine their identity.
"Who are you, sir?" Someone stepped forward and asked first.
The other person looked at him and said coldly, "Sea City Formation Master, Kamden Nick."
"Formation Master?"
"I heard Mason Raymond is also quite skilled with formations."
"But... we know the famous Formation Masters—why haven’t we heard your name, sir?"
Kamden Nick glanced at him and said coldly, "Are you questioning my abilities? To be frank, I’ve already set up a death formation here—want to test it?"
Hearing this, the other person said somewhat defiantly, "Oh? Really? I’d like to try it out."
"Fine." Kamden Nick waved his hand gently without another word.
In an instant, the person’s body exploded directly into a blood mist!
"This is formation work." Kamden Nick said coldly.
This move undoubtedly made everyone’s faces change dramatically!
They couldn’t even tell how Kamden Nick had killed the man!
"Mr. Nick is truly formidable!" Everyone clasped their hands, speaking respectfully.
"Let’s all scatter today. In three days, I’ll inform you all of the time and place." Randal Tristan said.
"Understood! See you in three days!"
Everyone departed one by one, and the riverside returned to calm.
When everyone had gone far away, Brody Oliver removed his hat, revealing Victor Green’s face.
"Damn, that was too close. Nearly gave me a heart attack." Victor Green patted his chest, speaking softly.
