Chapter 622: Chapter 622 Created From Stolen Blood
I knew damn well that these two corpses could be ticking time bombs, ready to spring back to life any second.
So after thinking it through, I decided to get those clothes to keep the two male corpses under control.
Once I was ready, I walked out of the tomb.
When I reached the surface, I spread out my divine sense.
Soon enough, I spotted the guy with the mustache.
Using my divine sense to track his location, I headed straight toward him.
After walking for about ten minutes, I finally found him digging for treasure in front of some tomb.
The tired look on his face told me he’d been pretty busy collecting goodies.
"Looks like you’ve been doing well for yourself," I said, walking up behind him with a laugh.
The guy quickly covered up a jar in his hands and stuttered, "What are you talking about? This is just my first find..."
I rolled my eyes. "Relax. I’m not here to steal your stuff. Whatever you’ve grabbed is yours to keep."
The mustache guy let out a huge sigh of relief, patting his chest. "Man, you scared the hell out of me."
"But... I do need a favor," I said, switching gears with a smile.
"What kind of favor?" he asked, suddenly wary.
I got serious. "I need those clothes from the masked woman."
"Clothes?" He looked confused.
"What do you want with those?"
"I brought out the coffin and those two male corpses," I explained. "I need the clothes to deal with them."
"What?!" The guy practically jumped out of his skin, backing up several meters!
He stared at me like I’d lost my mind. "Mason, are you insane? You actually brought that thing out?"
I shrugged. "That coffin’s packed with dark energy. For someone like me, it’s like hitting the jackpot. No way I’m passing that up."
"You..." He opened his mouth, then just gave me a thumbs up. "You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that."
"Cut the chatter and hand over the clothes," I said, rolling my eyes again.
The guy didn’t waste time, immediately pulling out the clothes and passing them to me.
"Listen, friend, I gotta warn you. That thing’s dangerous as hell. Watch yourself," he said seriously.
I nodded. "I know."
With the clothes in my hands, I stood off to the side, waiting for the mustache guy to finish up.
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Meanwhile, the three fighters from the Capital City Martial Arts Association had become overnight celebrities!
The reason? They’d nearly gone toe-to-toe with Zora Solomon, the second-ranked martial artist in the world!
Sure, Zora won in the end, but just barely, and he was bleeding all over the place when it was done!
The news sent shockwaves through the entire martial arts community!
But that wasn’t all. The Martial Arts Association quickly released a statement: these three weren’t even their strongest fighters. They could create countless martial artists with similar power.
This announcement left everyone speechless!
If the Capital City Martial Arts Association could mass-produce fighters like these, who could possibly compete with them in the future?
Inside the Capital City Martial Arts Association building, Logan Sean sat across from Sybil Cooper, with Alberto Sean standing beside him.
"Sybil, what the hell is going on?" Logan dragged on his cigar and frowned.
"When did your association secretly train this group of powerhouses?"
Sybil chuckled. "Mr. Sean, that’s classified association business, so..."
"Bullshit!" Logan exploded.
"I’ve heard this whole thing involves Mabel Sean! What did you do to her!"
Sybil’s expression immediately shifted.
This was supposed to be the association’s biggest secret. How did Logan find out?
"Sybil, don’t think you can fool me or underestimate the Sean family," Logan said coldly, reading Sybil’s confusion.
Sybil went quiet, his voice heavy when he finally spoke. "Mr. Sean, I never meant to underestimate the Sean family. Neither did our higher-ups."
"Then start talking," Logan said impatiently.
Realizing he couldn’t hide it anymore, Sybil decided to come clean.
"This does involve Miss Sean," Sybil admitted.
"The Divine Calculator predicted that the Sean family would produce someone with a top-tier bloodline. We always assumed it would be Alberto Sean."
"But... later, our higher-ups determined that the top-tier bloodline wasn’t Alberto Sean, but Miss Mabel Sean."
Logan slammed his fist on the table, furious!
"That’s garbage! Complete nonsense! Mabel’s just a regular person, not even a martial artist. How could she have a top-tier bloodline!" he roared.
Alberto stood there stone-faced, clearly taking this as a personal insult.
Sybil forced a bitter smile. "We didn’t want to believe it either, but the evidence proved that... Miss Sean really does carry the top-tier bloodline."
"Using Miss Sean’s bloodline, we’ve created several super cultivators! The results speak for themselves."
Logan’s face went white with rage, his jaw clenched tight.
Jerry Sean had always favored Mabel, which made Logan even more resentful of her success.
"What a load of crap," Alberto said coldly.
"Set up a fight between me and your so-called super cultivators. I’ll prove they’re nothing special."
"And this bloodline nonsense you’re peddling? It’s all smoke and mirrors."
With that, Alberto turned and walked out.
Sybil opened his mouth. "Mr. Sean, this..."
"Do what my son says," Logan said coldly.
Sybil smiled. "Fine, but if Alberto gets hurt, I hope Mr. Sean won’t hold it against us."
"If my son gets injured, your super cultivator will be dead," Logan replied.
Then he continued, "By the way, Mabel Sean is part of our family. Since you’re using our family’s bloodline to create these super cultivators, shouldn’t we get some compensation?"
"Oh, so now Mr. Sean remembers Mabel Sean is family?" Sybil’s assistant said with a mocking tone.
Logan shot him a cold look. "You’ve been getting on my nerves for a while now, running your mouth."
"Keep it shut!"
The assistant started to respond but Sybil cut him off with a sharp yell.
Then Sybil smiled. "Mr. Sean, if Alberto is interested, we can provide him with Mabel Sean’s bloodline. We could even let him bathe in it to absorb the complete bloodline power."
