Chapter 541: Chapter 541 Feel Free To Move
My voice wasn’t loud, but it reached everyone’s ears.
My eyes stared forward, glaring at Logan Sean and the others.
Logan Sean slowly stood up.
A cigar was in his mouth as usual, and his face showed a hint of contempt.
"Mason Raymond, you indeed won, but what does it matter?" Logan Sean said indifferently.
My face turned cold, and I said in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"
Logan Sean sneered, "You just defeated Vance Johansson. Do you really think you’ve won against all of us?"
"You think you’re qualified to take people away?"
I narrowed my eyes and said coldly, "The honorable Mr. Sean, actually going back on his word?"
Logan Sean laughed loudly, "Vance is the one who promised you, not us! When have I ever agreed to your terms?"
My anger grew stronger on my face. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Today I will definitely take Mabel away. Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill them!"
"What a big mouth!" Logan Sean said coldly.
With a wave of Logan Sean’s hand, dozens of people with guns rushed out!
Countless black gun barrels pointed towards me!
Suddenly, several powerful auras emerged.
At a glance, eight Martial Artists slowly approached me.
"Mason Raymond, you will die here today," Logan Sean said coldly.
I scanned the crowd, and my fists clenched tightly.
"Logan Sean, you treacherous villain! Aren’t you afraid of tarnishing the Sean family’s reputation?" I shouted angrily.
Logan Sean sneered, "Tarnish the Sean family’s reputation? Mason Raymond, do you think anyone here will expose what’s happening?"
"Let me tell you, you don’t know the kind of people you’re facing!"
I looked at the people and realized that they wouldn’t care about what was true or false.
"I can maintain my current state for at most five minutes." I took a deep breath.
Five minutes to kill eight Martial Artists was simply impossible!
If a Martial Artist was determined to escape, no one could easily kill them!
As long as they held on for five minutes, I would certainly die today!
"Mason Raymond, you should stay."
Just then, three more Martial Artists appeared!
The three were dressed in white robes, and the Capital City Martial Arts Association logo was on their chests!
"I didn’t expect the people from the Capital City Martial Arts Association to come!"
"Eleven Martial Artists, this...this is simply horrifying!"
"With such power, fleeing would be impossible!"
My face grew even more ugly as I hadn’t expected these people to come as well!
"Mason Raymond, do you understand now?" Logan Sean said indifferently.
"Even if you win, there’s nothing you can do as long as we want to kill you. You have no chance to fight back."
"Just like today, who can help you?"
I looked coldly at everyone, my body full of strength, saying in a cold voice, "Come on, I, Mason Raymond, fear nothing!"
"Hmph, Mason Raymond, we are not fools." One of the Martial Artists said coldly.
"In a short while, your strength will disappear. By then, you will be like fish on a chopping board, and we don’t need to fight with you."
My complexion was extremely unsightly. My internal strength had already begun to fade, faster than I had imagined!
Such a technique, forcibly enhancing one’s strength, would ultimately result in severe injuries!
By then, I would not be able to fight even an ordinary Martial Artist, let alone a Grandmaster!
"If I’m not mistaken, you’re already running out of strength." Alonzo White said with a faint smile.
"Congratulations on your victory over Vance today, but unfortunately, today is the day of your death."
I remained silent, feeling my body’s strength fade quickly, and my body becoming more and more heavy.
My Martial Artist strength finally collapsed, and pain spread throughout my body.
"Puff!"
A mouthful of blood spewed out of my mouth.
I was kneeling down, trying to stand up, but I couldn’t.
"Hahaha!" Seeing this, the crowd laughed out loud.
"This kid has lost his strength to resist. Everyone, attack and kill him directly."
Someone unknown took the lead, reaching out with a palm, and a terrifying aura instantly aimed at my face!
"Boom!"
However, at this moment, a purple flame burst forth from a distance, colliding with the powerful force!
The brilliance that should have rushed towards me instantly disappeared!
"Who!" The caster shouted angrily.
"You guys are really despicable! In front of so many people, you gang up to bully the weak, aren’t you shameful?" A cold voice came.
Glancing over, you could see the Pavilion Master standing beside me.
"Lord of Medicine God Pavilion?" The people from the Capital City Martial Arts Association narrowed their eyes.
"Finn Darby, you can’t protect Mason Raymond today."
"That’s right, you’re just one person, while we have eleven Martial Artists!"
The Pavilion Master’s face remained unchanged, saying indifferently, "Is that so? Well, just come and try!"
The Pavilion Master stomped her foot, and a purple aura spread out once again!
"Finn Darby! Don’t be arrogant just because someone is protecting you!" Someone shouted.
"If you don’t want to die, leave now. You alone can’t change anything!"
The Pavilion Master remained silent, but her fighting intent was set.
"Since that’s the case, don’t blame us for being rude!" The eleven Martial Artists advanced at the same time, and the auras of both sides clashed.
"What about me joining in?"
At this moment, another voice came in!
Turning around, an old man with white hair was slowly walking out.
Looking at the old man, the faces of the people on the scene showed a trace of confusion.
"Who is this old guy? Why haven’t we seen him before?"
"I don’t know, judging by his shabby appearance, he should be a farmer, right?"
"Why is a farmer coming here? And how did he get in?"
As the crowd was discussing, the faces of the Martial Artists suddenly changed.
"You...you’re Paul Randall?!" Someone exclaimed.
"Paul...Paul Randall? The Paul Randall who is on par with Ignacio Richard?!"
"Why is he here? Wasn’t he supposed to be in seclusion?"
Paul Randall remained silent, slowly pacing to stand by the Pavilion Master.
"I’ve met Mr. Randall before." The Pavilion Master bowed slightly.
Paul Randall nodded in response.
On the stage, Logan Sean and the others looked even more ugly.
He slammed the table, pointed at Paul Randall, and scolded, "Paul Randall, this matter has nothing to do with you. You better not interfere!"
"That’s right, we all know that you are powerful, but you are not Ignacio Richard. You are just a mere Martial Artist! You can’t change anything!"
Unlike Ignacio Richard, Ignacio had entered the battle zone and possessed great power.
However, Paul Randall had always been a loner. Although he was powerful, he had no connections.
Paul Randall leaned back with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly, "Today, I will definitely take this person away. If anyone doesn’t accept it, feel free to make a move."
