Chapter 425: Chapter 425 A Calculated Weakness
Kamden Nick frantically waved his hands, saying, "Mr. Yan, you’ve got it wrong. I... I was there fighting that day too!"
"Really?" Logan Sean appeared intrigued.
He looked Kamden Nick over from head to toe, remarking, "Since you survived, you must have some ability."
Kamden Nick nodded eagerly, "Mr. Yan, not only did I survive, but I also severely wounded Mason Raymond!"
"Severely wounded?" Logan Sean’s eyes gleamed with growing curiosity.
Kamden Nick pressed on, "I had arranged a formation that day and badly damaged Mason Raymond’s dantian! He’s gravely injured now, and his power will keep declining!"
"I estimate Mason Raymond only has about 30% of his original strength left!"
"Within a month, his inner power will vanish completely! He’ll become utterly useless by then!"
Upon hearing these words, Logan Sean shot to his feet!
He fixed his gaze on Kamden Nick and asked icily, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Completely! I wouldn’t dare lie to Mr. Yan!" Kamden Nick quickly bowed.
Logan Sean’s brow creased slightly.
This information was too startling to accept without question.
"Why should I trust you?" Logan Sean demanded coldly.
Kamden Nick replied anxiously, "Mr. Yan, if you doubt me, you can send people to verify!"
"Or just wait! I’m sure this news will spread soon enough!"
Logan Sean pondered briefly before saying, "Alright, I’ll believe you for now, but I’m warning you—if you’re lying to me, I guarantee you’ll wish you were dead."
Kamden Nick bowed deeply, "I wouldn’t dare."
Then Logan Sean gestured for Kamden Nick to leave.
But Kamden Nick stayed put, unwilling to go.
Logan Sean frowned, clearly annoyed, "Why are you still here?"
Without warning, Kamden Nick dropped to his knees with a loud thud.
"Mr. Yan, I’ve always respected the Sean family and dreamed of serving them. Please give me this opportunity!" Kamden Nick knelt on both knees, smashing his forehead against the floor.
Logan Sean wasn’t stupid. He clearly saw through Kamden Nick’s motives.
This man was obviously trying to cash in on his contribution.
"If your story proves true, I won’t forget your service," Logan Sean said as he stood, his tone flat.
But this vague response didn’t satisfy Kamden Nick.
After years in the world, Kamden Nick knew better than to trust empty promises.
"Mr. Yan, I’m eager to serve the Sean family right away," Kamden Nick declared.
Logan Sean asked coldly, "What do you want?"
Kamden Nick quickly got up, "I’ve heard that the North’s biggest sect, the Great Saint Sect, belongs to the Sean family! The Great Saint Sect supposedly brings together saints from everywhere. If possible, I’d love to contribute to the Great Saint Sect!"
Logan Sean smirked, "You’ve got big dreams."
"Mr. Yan, you misunderstand. I simply want to offer my abilities to the Sean family," Kamden Nick said humbly.
"You seem well-informed," Logan Sean said coldly.
The Great Saint Sect, being the North Plain’s most powerful sect, possessed unmatched martial strength.
But few knew that the Great Saint Sect actually served the Sean family!
"Mr. Yan, please don’t misunderstand—I’m just so desperate to join the Sean family that I’ve been following their activities closely," Kamden Nick said with another bow.
Logan Sean stayed quiet for a moment, then said, "Fine, the Great Saint Sect will reserve a spot for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Yan!" Kamden Nick was thrilled!
As the North Plain’s largest sect, the Great Saint Sect commanded endless resources!
The Great Saint Sect had long established itself as a righteous organization, winning people’s trust and even recruiting talent from combat zones!
Anyone who joined the Great Saint Sect was considered a world-class genius!
——
Days flew past, and three days vanished quickly.
During this time, news of Mason Raymond killing over a dozen Grandmasters kept spreading.
Finally, on the fourth day, the Martial Arts Forum published news about Mason Raymond’s "damaged dantian and weakened strength."
Sadly, this post received little attention.
The few replies were full of skepticism.
"Mason Raymond’s dantian is damaged? What nonsense!"
"Exactly! Are you trying to get us killed? If his strength is really reduced, why don’t you go kill him yourself for the glory?"
"I got sick of these tricks decades ago."
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Reading the Martial Arts Forum comments, Victor Green said excitedly, "Ha! These idiots don’t believe it! Mason Raymond, as long as you hide your aura, I guarantee they won’t dare attack you!"
I stayed quiet, lost in thought.
A few minutes later, I suddenly asked, "By the way, does Chuzzle have any martial arts villages or cities?"
Victor Green scratched his head, "I don’t know. Why do you want to know?"
I didn’t respond but pulled out my phone and called Conrad Schroeder.
When he picked up, I explained what I needed.
Conrad Schroeder was silent briefly, then said, "Mr. Raymond, there actually is one. The River North Martial Arts Association created it."
"Chuzzle has always had the weakest martial arts in the River North Region. To boost Chuzzle’s martial strength, the Association deliberately built a competition village."
"Where is it?" I asked.
Conrad Schroeder answered, "It’s in Flood Dragon Village near White City."
"Got it," I hung up.
Then I looked at Victor Green, "In a few days, you’re coming with me to Flood Dragon Village."
"Mason Raymond, what... what are you planning?" Victor Green asked, confused.
I waved my hand without answering.
Lainey Kessler had watched my entire fight with Kamden Nick from beginning to end.
Lainey Kessler would never let me—the man who killed his father—escape justice.
So I knew the news about my damaged dantian would definitely spread.
Sure enough, over the following days, the Martial Arts Forum filled with posts about "Mason Raymond’s damaged dantian and reduced strength."
As they say, "Repeat a lie often enough and it becomes truth."
One or two posts might not convince anyone, but as more appeared, people started having doubts.
"Hmm?" I suddenly raised my eyebrows while lying in bed.
I clearly sensed several auras moving around nearby.
A cold smile crossed my face.
"Finally, someone came to spy."
I sat up cross-legged on the bed.
I forced my inner strength to flow backward, and a large mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out as my face went pale.
"Mason Raymond, what... what’s wrong?" Victor Green rushed over.
Mya Winona also hurried forward, whispering, "Master Raymond, you’ve been coughing up blood more frequently lately. You... should return to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion soon."
