Chapter 576: Chapter 576 Walking Into The Den
While both held the rank of Military Marquis, a massive chasm separated a Sixth Rank Military Marquis from a First Rank Military Marquis.
A Sixth Rank Military Marquis, known as a mid-level Military Marquis, stood worlds apart from someone freshly promoted to the rank.
The Capital City Martial Arts Association rarely sent out a mid-level Military Marquis these days.
Even when Mason Raymond faced off against Vance Johansson in their final showdown, only three First Rank Military Marquises showed up.
Hawk Thompson’ presence here proved just how furious the Capital City Martial Arts Association had become over this incident.
"Foolish kid." Hawk Thompson spoke coldly as he surveyed the chaos around him.
"It’s been years since anyone had the guts to challenge the Capital City Martial Arts Association."
A hint of killing intent leaked from Hawk Thompson’ body as he spoke.
That single touch of murderous aura made everyone’s blood run cold!
"Mr. Thompson, the leadership is meeting right now. We should wait for their call." Someone nearby offered.
Hawk Thompson snorted coldly and walked away without another word.
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The Association’s top-level meeting was underway.
The leadership remained concealed in shadows, just like in previous gatherings.
But today’s meeting carried an unusual tension.
Phoebe Billy sat there obediently despite his serious injuries, as if awaiting judgment from above.
"We can’t let him keep growing stronger." Someone spoke with icy determination.
"We need to strike now and wipe him out while we still have control."
"The martial arts world has no place for someone like him!"
Hearing these words from the leadership, Phoebe Billy finally relaxed.
He got to his feet and suggested, "Everyone, I recommend we deploy the Martial Arts Association’s strongest fighters immediately. We can’t give Mason Raymond even the smallest chance to slip away."
The leadership responded coldly, "Phoebe, you handle the arrangements. The moment we locate Mason Raymond, kill him on the spot!"
"Understood," Phoebe replied, barely containing his excitement.
Today, Mason Raymond’s performance had blown past anything Phoebe had imagined.
Fresh into the Marquis ranks and already displaying such power—who could predict what kind of catastrophe he’d unleash in the future.
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Grief and unbearable anguish consumed me.
But logic screamed that Capital City had become a death trap, and staying might cost me everything.
I stood in the empty space for what felt like forever, unable to decide my next move.
My face felt frozen with cold fury, anger burning in my chest.
Every time I shut my eyes, the image of Mabel Sean locked away flashed through my mind.
"Sean family... Sean family!" The agony tore through me.
I couldn’t wrap my head around why the Sean family would let the Capital City Martial Arts Association treat Mabel this way!
Logan Sean, Mabel’s own uncle—how could he be so heartless!
A surge of killing intent blazed in my eyes!
That murderous rage wasn’t just aimed at the Capital City Martial Arts Association, but at the Sean family too!
I forced myself to take a deep breath, fighting to stay level-headed.
This break-in at the Capital City Martial Arts Association had given me a rough picture of their true strength.
If they could imprison military marquises, then the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s power had to be beyond anything I’d imagined!
Plus, that divine weapon hanging deep in the prison had shattered my defenses like they were nothing!
Nobody knew what kind of mystical artifact that thing was.
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Meanwhile, all the major noble families in Capital City got the news at the same time.
The Sean family called a meeting.
The four brothers came together.
Logan Sean puffed on his cigar, commenting casually, "That Mason Raymond’s got some balls, barging right into the Capital City Martial Arts Association."
When he heard this, Soren Sean’s expression flickered with something unnatural.
Logan Sean caught his look and said, "I heard Mason Raymond went there for Mabel. Soren, looks like he cares more about your daughter than you do."
Soren Sean’s face went cold, anger flashing in his heart.
He took a deep breath and said, "Everything was arranged by my eldest brother. I’m sure there won’t be any issues."
"Hahaha!" Logan Sean burst out laughing.
"Soren, you’ve got that right. Mabel might be rebellious, but she’s still Sean family. She represents our family’s honor."
"No matter how powerful the Capital City Martial Arts Association is, they wouldn’t dare mess with the Sean family, right?"
Soren Sean’s anger was building inside him, but he kept his face calm.
"Eldest brother, let’s find a chance to get Mabel out," Soren Sean finally said after a long hesitation.
Logan Sean took another drag of his cigar and said indifferently, "Don’t worry, I’ll go get her. Whether they’ll show me respect—that’s hard to say."
As he spoke, Logan Sean looked around at the others and asked with a slight smile, "What do you all think of Mason Raymond?"
"Eldest brother, I suggest we eliminate Mason Raymond as quickly as possible," Ivan Sean proposed.
"Also, I heard the Capital City Martial Arts Association deployed six Military Marquises total, and none of them could stop Mason Raymond. He even killed one of them."
At that moment, Soren Sean suddenly stood up and said, "Eldest brother, since Mason Raymond has accomplished so much, have you considered marrying Mabel to him?"
"That way, the Sean family could gain another exceptional Military Marquis and solve this crisis."
But his words set Logan Sean off.
He slammed the table and said harshly, "The Sean family’s crisis? Does our Sean family have a crisis? Does some nobody like Mason Raymond pose a crisis to our family?!"
Soren Sean frowned, "Eldest brother, that’s not what I meant."
Logan Sean snorted, "Marry Mabel to him? Soren, do you have crap for brains?"
"If Mabel marries Mason Raymond, wouldn’t that tell the whole world that our Sean family has given up?"
"If we bow down to some country bumpkin, where’s our Sean family’s dignity!"
Those words left Soren Sean with nothing to say.
For a noble family, reputation seemed more important than anything else.
"Just some nobody named Mason Raymond—I’ll have someone kill him right now," Logan Sean scoffed.
"If one Military Marquis can’t kill him, I’ll get ten! If ten can’t kill him, I’ll hire a Martial Saint! Our Sean family can crush him with money!"
Logan Sean had that kind of confidence. After all, they had wealth that rivaled entire nations and connections everywhere.
"I’ll head to the Capital City Martial Arts Association soon and find someone to kill Mason Raymond!" Logan Sean declared coldly.
"At the same time, I’ll put out a bounty. Whoever kills Mason Raymond gets ten billion! Is that enough?"
Nobody dared respond to the furious Logan Sean.
"You don’t need to bother. I’m here if you want to kill me."
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out!
Everyone turned to see a young man, his face ice-cold and murderous, walking in through the doorway.
