Chapter 497: Chapter 497 All Vows Are Now Made
My words sent shockwaves through the crowd, grabbing everyone’s attention instantly!
Nobody expected that after crushing the Great Saint Sect, I wouldn’t lay low. Instead, I was picking more fights!
I was going up against the Great Saint Sect - the top northern sect with a Martial Marquis running it!
Plus, backing the Great Saint Sect was one of Pyro’s most powerful families - the Sean Family from Capital City!
Was I really planning to take on the entire Great Saint Sect by myself? It seemed impossible!
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Meanwhile, Logan Sean ended his call just as his military adviser walked in.
The adviser whispered everything into Logan Sean’s ear, explaining each detail.
Logan Sean’s expression soured after hearing the report.
"You’re telling me Mason Raymond took down ten half-step Martial Marquis fighters?" Logan Sean’s eyes filled with disbelief.
The military adviser nodded. "Actually, it was nine. He deliberately spared one."
Logan Sean’s face turned grim.
He never imagined Mason Raymond would grow this powerful so quickly!
What shocked him more was Mason Raymond’s incredible strength after reaching half-step Martial Marquis!
Taking on ten opponents alone - that was unheard of!
"How did I let him get this strong right under my nose..." Logan Sean massaged his temples, feeling a migraine coming.
The military adviser said, "Don’t panic yet. Half-step Martial Marquis fighters vary in strength. Those guys can’t compare to Mr. Johansson."
This was true. Coming from an aristocratic family, Mr. Johansson naturally had huge advantages within the same level.
"If nothing else works, we can send a Martial Marquis to kill Mason Raymond outright," the military adviser suggested.
Logan Sean stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. "On September 9th, gather every force the Sean family controls and set up a secret ambush."
"Remember - we cannot let Mason Raymond leave Capital City alive!"
The military adviser nodded. "Yes, Mr. Sean."
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At the Sean Family Estate, Mabel had a calendar beside her bed.
Watching September 9th get closer, Mabel Sean felt more anxious and worried each day.
"Miss Sean, you shouldn’t stress so much. Life continues - don’t hurt your health over this," the nanny said from beside her.
Mabel looked at the nanny and shook her head. "I’m really worried about Mason..."
Mabel didn’t finish her thought.
She feared marrying Vance Johansson, but she also feared Mason Raymond showing up to crash the wedding.
As a Sean daughter, she knew exactly how powerful her family was.
Forget whether Mason Raymond could beat Vance Johansson - even the forces the Taylors commanded weren’t something any ordinary person could handle.
"Miss Sean, since you chose to trust young master Raymond, you should stop worrying so much," the nanny advised.
Mabel nodded slightly, saying nothing more.
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With just one month until September 9th, Vance Johansson stayed locked in training.
He practiced intensively at the Capital City Martial Arts Association, using Pyro’s finest martial arts resources.
At the Johansson family mansion.
"Mr. Billy, what’s the situation with Vance Johansson?" Klein Johansson voiced his concerns.
After hearing about Mason Raymond defeating ten half-step Martial Marquis fighters, he couldn’t help but worry.
Phoebe Billy smiled. "Mr. Johansson, don’t worry. We still have a month. Anything could happen."
"Anything could happen? What do you mean? He can’t possibly reach the Military Marquis Realm, can he?" Klein Johansson asked, confused.
Phoebe Billy shook his head. "Breaking into the Military Marquis Realm is highly unlikely. Even a genius couldn’t manage that in half a month."
"But... we do have a method to guarantee Mason Raymond loses completely." Phoebe Billy’s tone shifted as he smirked.
Klein Johansson frowned. "What do you mean?"
Phoebe Billy’s eyes narrowed as he chuckled. "The Capital City Martial Arts Association has ancient cultivation techniques from around the world!"
"Even if we can’t make Vance Johansson truly reach the Military Marquis Realm, we can still give him power equal to a Martial Marquis!"
Hearing this, Klein Johansson seemed to relax.
After all, the gap between a Martial Marquis and half-step Martial Marquis represented two completely different worlds.
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I sat in the Elder’s Residence at the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, eyes slightly closed, slowly recovering my drained energy.
Outside in the square, the First Elder still knelt there, suffering day after day.
Right then, the Fifth Elder walked in, supporting the Second Elder.
"Mason Raymond, how is our Lord Pavilion Master?" the Second Elder asked.
I replied, "Second Elder, don’t worry. She’s been taken to the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and I’ll find a way to rescue her as soon as possible."
The Second Elder nodded, sighing softly. "The Lord Pavilion Master was right about you."
I gave a bitter smile. "If not for me, the Lord Pavilion Master wouldn’t have suffered so much."
The Second Elder stayed silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"You should rest now," the Second Elder didn’t linger, turning and leaving.
After the Second Elder left, I pulled out my phone.
The Martial Arts Forum kept building up my fearsome reputation, but deep down I knew the truth - I hadn’t actually reached true half-step Martial Marquis level.
I was still one step away from half-step Martial Marquis.
To officially enter the half-step Martial Marquis rank, I still needed a Reincarnation Pill.
"Where can I find five-thousand-year-old herbs?" I couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
"I wonder if the Lord Pavilion Master could help?"
Finn Darby, as the Divine Alchemist Pavilion’s leader, had unmatched resources.
But she was currently imprisoned in the Capital City Martial Arts Association, making contact impossible.
"I have to find a way to save the Lord Pavilion Master quickly," my expression hardened as I made this firm commitment.
Over the next few days, I didn’t leave the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
I spent day and night in the Elder’s Residence. Occasional booming sounds and brilliant flashes of light came from within.
Nobody knew what I was doing, but everyone saw me as their savior.
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At the Great Saint Sect, Atkinson Samson rushed back from Capital City that day.
Ever since hearing about Mason Raymond, he hadn’t wasted a single moment.
"This... this..."
Staring at the chaos and ruins of the Great Saint Sect, Atkinson Samson froze in place like he was rooted to the ground.
The entire Great Saint Sect was filled with broken walls and rotting corpses - no signs of life anywhere!
Where was the once-famous number one northern sect? It looked more like a cemetery!
"Mason Raymond... Mason Raymond!!"
Atkinson Samson exploded with fury, his angry roar echoing across heaven and earth!
"You dare treat the Great Saint Sect like this - I want you dead, I want you dead!!" Atkinson Samson raged, looking up at the sky!
Then he stepped into the Great Saint Sect grounds.
Atkinson Samson’s reputation carried weight. After his return, Great Saint Sect disciples emerged one by one.
A few hundred disciples knelt in front of the main hall.
At the very front was Elder Adrianne.
"What the hell happened?" Atkinson Samson stared coldly at Elder Adrianne.
Elder Adrianne stammered, "It was Mason Raymond... Mason Raymond is just too powerful! He destroyed four Martial Marquis Weapons single-handedly - we couldn’t resist him at all!"
Atkinson Samson gritted his teeth and roared angrily, "Useless! You’re all useless!"
Elder Adrianne said nothing, barely daring to breathe.
Atkinson Samson took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his burning rage.
His cold eyes swept across everyone present as he declared, "The Great Saint Sect has never been humiliated like this! If I don’t kill him, the Great Saint Sect will lose all face!"
"Starting today, I’ll personally hunt down Mason Raymond!"
