Chapter 586: Chapter 586 Crushed Beneath My Feet
If Mason Raymond doesn’t perish, Vance Johansson’s advancement might stagnate!
Such a devastating outcome would be intolerable for the Johansson family!
Clearly, Sybil Cooper understood Klein Johansson’s purpose. He spoke casually, "Since Mr. Johansson has sought me out, I’ll naturally accommodate your request."
Klein Johansson felt elated and quickly agreed: "Much appreciated, President Cooper."
Sybil Cooper smirked internally. They had already intended to eliminate Mason Raymond, but now they’d unexpectedly earned the Johansson family’s gratitude.
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Days passed swiftly, and suddenly it was Monday.
That morning, a massive crowd had already assembled outside the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s entrance.
"Never thought the Capital City Martial Arts Association would actually conduct a public trial," Pearson Bowman remarked with amazement while standing in the throng.
"Indeed," Wayne Ran expressed mild astonishment.
"The Capital City Martial Arts Association has always hoarded resources. Besides their own members, nobody else could access them. This decision is truly unexpected."
"Mr. Tenny has arrived!" Someone suddenly noticed Alberto Sean approaching from a distance.
Being the top talent of Capital City’s younger generation, his presence naturally drew countless stares.
Pearson Bowman and Wayne Ran approached to acknowledge him.
"Mr. Tenny," Pearson Bowman greeted as he and Alberto Sean exchanged pleasantries.
Alberto Sean gave a brief nod, offering few words.
"Mr. Tenny, word is that Mason Raymond will also compete today," Wayne Ran mentioned offhandedly.
Pearson Bowman laughed and commented, "Mason Raymond is truly remarkable. He pushed several of us down the rankings, which is genuinely shocking."
Alberto Sean looked at them and replied coolly, "Nothing shocking about it. Each generation produces a chosen one whose radiance outshines all other prodigies."
Hearing this, Pearson Bowman showed some surprise and asked, "Mr. Tenny, are you suggesting that Mason Raymond is our generation’s chosen one?"
Alberto Sean scoffed, "That’s only true for you people. For me, he’s nothing special."
Alberto Sean’s statement reeked of arrogance, dismissing Pearson Bowman and the others in the process.
Pearson Bowman and Wayne Ran’s expressions showed brief embarrassment, but they remained silent.
While the group conversed, a young woman approached from nearby.
The woman possessed an exceptional figure and breathtaking beauty, carrying herself with kingdom-toppling elegance.
Her distinctive aura made people unable to resist stealing second glances.
"Miss Green," Pearson Bowman offered a slight bow.
The woman called Miss Green politely acknowledged him, "Mr. Bowman."
This was Elena Green, ranked number one in Capital City’s martial arts circles! She was the sole young woman who had achieved Military Marquis status!
"Miss Green’s abilities truly make others jealous," Wayne Ran praised.
"Absolutely, we train relentlessly, yet Miss Green still keeps us firmly beneath her."
"Without the recent ranking update, we wouldn’t have realized Miss Green had already reached Second Rank Military Marquis."
Facing everyone’s compliments, Elena Green smiled and responded modestly, "You’re too kind. I simply have good fortune and benefit from naturally superior resources."
"Speaking of talent, I believe Mason Raymond is even more astonishing. Didn’t he achieve Military Marquis realm in just one year?"
Wayne Ran asked with wonder, "Miss Green, you also know of Mason Raymond?"
Elena Green chuckled, "Mason Raymond’s reputation has spread throughout Capital City; it’s impossible not to know him. Actually, I’m quite curious to see what kind of person he is."
Speak of the devil, and he appears.
Just then, I arrived at the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s entrance.
My appearance drew countless eyes!
Everyone stared at me, their gazes filled with unmistakable hostility and killing intent!
Facing the crowd’s animosity, I remained fearless. I walked steadily, as if taking a leisurely stroll through a garden.
"Mason Raymond, this place isn’t for you!" Someone suddenly yelled!
Then, a young man stepped forward, his body radiating murderous aura!
"I knew someone wouldn’t be able to restrain themselves," Pearson Bowman chuckled.
"That’s Holt Ava, ranked ninth on the list. He’s also Hawk Thompson’ student. His challenge isn’t surprising."
Elena Green stayed quiet, her lovely eyes observing me with curiosity.
Holt Ava marched toward me, looking down arrogantly and declaring coldly, "How dare a worthless person like you reach for such premium resources! Do you deserve them?"
I glanced at Holt Ava, sneered, and replied, "Worthless? Premium resources? Where does your arrogance come from? Is it from your foul mouth?"
Holt Ava raged, "It comes from my iron fists!"
As he spoke, Holt Ava’s fists blazed with light!
Then, he clenched his fists tight, channeling violent Inner Strength as he struck ferociously toward me!
My expression hardened, and golden light instantly erupted as I met his attack head-on!
"Boom!"
The thunderous crash echoed across the entire square!
Afterward, Holt Ava was seen staggering back more than ten steps!
In contrast, I stood firm, completely unmoved.
"With your pathetic skills, you dare cause trouble," I said icily.
Holt Ava’s face showed some shame, and he huffed, "Hmph, seems you worthless fool have some ability, but that’s your limit."
After delivering these words, Holt Ava turned to walk away.
"Hold it," I commanded coldly.
Holt Ava halted and responded coldly, "What?"
"You strike me unprovoked, and now you want to walk away?" I said frigidly.
Holt Ava narrowed his eyes and said, "What, you worthless trash still have some spine? I’ll leave if I want, what can you do about it?"
"Is that right?" I sneered repeatedly.
With a sudden flash of golden light, I appeared before Holt Ava instantly!
At incredible speed, before Holt Ava could even respond, my palm had already descended!
"Boom!"
The golden, massive palm crashed heavily onto Holt Ava’s body!
This strike was so forceful that it tore Holt Ava’s flesh, leaving him bloody all over.
Even the square’s ground developed cracks!
The sudden development made everyone present turn and whisper among themselves.
"They’re fighting!"
"Looks like Mason Raymond made the move! And the one getting beaten appears to be Hawk Thompson’ disciple!"
I stared coldly at Holt Ava and sneered, "You, who labeled me worthless, are now crushed beneath my feet. Do you still feel so superior?"
Getting humiliated before so many people made Holt Ava’s face turn extremely ugly!
"You worthless scum, release me immediately!" Holt Ava screamed furiously.
I narrowed my eyes, lifted Holt Ava with one hand, and with my other hand, flashed golden light as I slapped Holt Ava’s face!
"Who’s the worthless one?" I said coldly.
Holt Ava’s face reddened, and he ground his teeth, "You, you worthless piece of..."
"Slap!"
Without hesitation, I struck him again.
"Who’s the worthless one?" I asked coldly.
Holt Ava opened his mouth, clenched his jaw, and said, "You, mother..."
"Slap!"
Before Holt Ava could finish, I slapped him once more!
This blow sent Holt Ava flying.
His body spun a full 360 degrees in the air before slamming hard into the ground.
"You better drop that superiority complex of yours. Consider these slaps a lesson," I said coldly.
"If you dare call anyone worthless again, I swear I’ll rip out your tongue!"
