Chapter 581: Chapter 581 A Slap for the President
Although the old guy was definitely old, his presence was incredibly powerful.
Even though his strength couldn’t be measured, he still gave off a strong sense of pressure.
"Mason Raymond? Why are you here?" Phoebe Billy asked, his eyebrows furrowed in shock.
He thought I should be chased and killed by Hawk Thompson by now.
Even if I managed to escape that fate, I still shouldn’t be showing up here so casually!
I let out a cold laugh, "What, are you shocked to see me here? Are you wondering why Hawk couldn’t kill me?"
Phoebe’s eyebrows creased even more—
Could it be that Hawk was beaten by me?
"You’re Mason Raymond?"
An old man beside Phoebe spoke.
His sharp eyes coldly stared at me.
"Yes, I am. And who are you, old beast?" I asked directly.
Though I had no clue who the old man was, he was clearly not a good person, as he had come in the same car as Phoebe, and must be part of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
"What did you call me?! Do you even know who I am!" A flash of anger showed on the old man’s face.
"Why, is your hearing failing in your old age?" I mocked.
"I called you an old beast, a walking corpse. What’s wrong with that?"
An icy look appeared on the old man’s face while he shot back, "Stupidity breeds boldness."
"Mason! This is the president of our Capital City Martial Arts Association!" Phoebe cut in, furious.
Looking at him, I muttered, "Oh, so you’re the leader of those beasts? I’ve been wanting to give you a message."
After saying that, I took steady steps toward the old man.
Then, looking at him coldly, I stated, "Old beast, Mabel was taken by you, wasn’t she? Listen carefully, today is your unlucky day!"
"Pray that you can kill me sooner rather than later. If not, get ready to have your tendons ripped and your skin torn off!"
With those words, the old man’s face turned ice cold!
A terrifying aura burst from him, crushing all the threatening energy around him!
Unfazed, I scoffed, "What’s wrong, old beast, are you going to hit me? Look around, go ahead and try it."
At the entrance of the venue, even if the old man was furious, he could only keep it inside!
"Not brave enough to make a move? Then it’s my turn." I sneered.
Then, as if it was the most natural thing to do, I slapped the old man across the face!
This surprise hit left even the Pavilion Master stunned.
No one had expected that I would dare to slap the Association President in public!
The President, on the other hand, was boiling with rage, his whole body shaking. He roared, "You arrogant boy, you deserve to die!"
"So do you," I easily replied, "This slap was just interest. The pain Mabel has gone through...I’ll make you pay back a hundredfold!"
Grinding his old teeth, the old man scoffed and then stormed off.
After they had gone into the venue, the Pavilion Master couldn’t help but start laughing.
"Mason, that took guts," she said, unable to stop her chuckles.
"That man is called Sybil Cooper. He is the Honorary President of the Capital City Martial Arts Association and has incredible status. Even the Great Families walk carefully around him."
"I don’t care who he thinks he is," I snorted in reply.
Seeing this, the Pavilion Master couldn’t help but shake her head, warning, "He is incredibly powerful, be careful."
"I don’t fear lice when there are too many of them," I casually responded. "Besides, as far as I’m concerned, he’s already been sentenced to death."
Seeing that, the Pavilion Master stayed quiet.
"Let’s go in," said the Pavilion Master.
I grunted in agreement and followed the Pavilion Master into the venue.
The venue wasn’t large, but it had a clear official atmosphere.
Going inside, the Pavilion Master started greeting everyone.
I didn’t know anyone there, so I found an empty seat and sat down.
A few minutes later, the Pavilion Master came over and sat next to me.
"These people are not to be messed with, don’t cause unnecessary trouble." The Pavilion Master warned.
I grunted and replied, "I’ll watch my step."
As more and more people were coming in, I suddenly saw a familiar face.
Ignacio Richard, the god of the battle zone!
With his tall and straight posture and bright energy, he drew instant greetings from the crowd as soon as he walked through the door.
Ignacio Richard just slightly nodded his head, his face showing no emotions.
I waved my hand and called out, "Mr. Richard, we meet again."
Upon hearing his name, Ignacio turned around to face me.
A hint of surprise crossed his face, but he quickly walked up to me.
"Mason, how are you here?" Ignacio asked in confusion.
"I brought him," the Pavilion Master replied with a light laugh.
Finally getting it, Ignacio replied with a smile, "Finn, Mason must have improved quickly all because of you, right?"
However, the Pavilion Master said with a chuckle, "This kid has strong will, his progress to today is all because of his own hard work."
Ignacio couldn’t help bursting into laughter, after which he patted me on the shoulder and declared, "I have high hopes for you."
I nodded slightly and responded, "I appreciate your kind words."
After Ignacio left, I turned to the Pavilion Master and asked, "Lord Pavilion Master, do you know Mr. Richard?"
"Yes, we have worked together a few times." The Pavilion Master responded.
At this time, a question came up in my mind.
I chuckled and asked, "Lord Pavilion Master, between Mr. Richard and Paul Randall, who do you think is stronger?"
The Pavilion Master shook her head and stated, "They have never fought each other as far as I know, so all I can say is...they are not the same type of people and have taken different paths."
"Ignacio has talent, and Paul is pure effort."
I touched my chin and murmured, "It’s clear that Paul is a pure martial artist."
"Mason, you have taken the best parts of both of them." The Pavilion Master noted with a chuckle.
"Lord Pavilion Master, you’re too kind," I shook my head.
Even though I had reached the level of a Marquis in martial arts, there was still a big gap between me, Ignacio, and Paul.
Just then, a man wearing a suit walked out from backstage.
The man looked to be in his fifties with glasses on; a picture of refined elegance.
Despite the gentle smile on his face, the strong aura around him was intimidating!
Even though he didn’t have the aura of a martial artist, one could still feel crushing presence.
As soon as the man appeared, everyone in the venue immediately stood up.
"Greetings, Mr. River," they said in unison.
This Mr. River waved his hand and said, "Everyone, please sit. Let’s skip the formalities."
Hearing this, everyone took their seats.
The Pavilion Master looked at me and stated, "This Mr. River is probably the highest ranking person you have ever met."
