Chapter 627: Chapter 627 You Asked For Death
When the woman heard my words, she didn’t lose her temper.
She smiled and said, "I might be able to help you."
I coldly replied, "I don’t need it, and you wouldn’t be much help anyway."
The woman reached into her bag and pulled out a business card, placing it in front of me.
"If you need anything, feel free to contact me," she said.
After dropping her card, she stood up and walked away.
I picked up the card and took a quick look, discovering the woman’s name was Stella Lucas.
Apart from her name, there was nothing else written on it.
"How ridiculous." I lit a flame in my palm and burned the card to ash.
Right now, I wouldn’t trust anyone easily, especially not some random stranger.
As the night wore on, well-dressed young guys started flooding into the bar, ready to kick off their nightlife.
I quietly sipped my drink, waiting in silence for my target to show up.
Time crawled by, and the bar got louder and louder.
Every so often, people would start fights, get rowdy, or act like complete animals.
Here, I got to see just how twisted these rich people’s lives really were.
Soon enough, it was already past nine at night.
That’s when three guys walked through the door.
The moment they stepped inside, every eye in the place turned to them.
The crowd of wealthy young men immediately rushed over to kiss their asses.
I narrowed my eyes, ice-cold fury flashing across my face.
All three were Martial Marquis level fighters. Even though they’d hidden their auras, they couldn’t hide their incredible power.
"Those are the three," I said coldly.
I didn’t rush into action, just watched quietly from the shadows.
A mob of people swarmed around them, kissing up nonstop. Some even wanted to become their disciples.
From listening to their chatter, I learned the three men were called: Brecken Isolde, Braydon Isolde, and Brock Isolde.
Simple names, apparently titles given by the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
They weren’t old, maybe early thirties at most.
Sure, they had talent, but without powerful bloodlines, they’d never compete with Capital City’s elite young masters.
"Elder Solomon, you really think highly of us three."
"Yeah, there can’t be many people in all of Capital City who could take you guys on now, right?"
Brecken Isolde, the oldest of the bunch, grinned and said, "That’s right. Besides the few at the very top, nobody in our generation should scare us."
"Brecken, how about some inside info? How does the Capital City Martial Arts Association create such powerful fighters?" someone asked.
Brecken Isolde didn’t hold back. He laughed and said, "It’s all about the resources inside the Association! Plus, the Capital City Martial Arts Association will start recruiting young people openly soon. If you’ve got enough talent, you’ve got a shot!"
When I heard this, my fists clenched without thinking!
A wave of killing intent burst out of me, aimed straight at those three bastards!
Those damn monsters actually used Mabel Sean as their resource! How the hell could I stand for that?
My killing intent immediately caught the three men’s attention.
They looked at each other, then walked over to where I was sitting.
They sat down next to me and said coldly, "Seems like you’ve got a serious problem with us."
I held back the rage burning inside me and replied coldly, "So what if I do, and what if I don’t."
"Oh? That’s pretty ballsy of you." Brecken Isolde said, his eyes narrowing.
I took a sip of my drink and said coldly, "You Capital City Martial Arts Association scum are all bloody bastards, not one decent person among you."
When everyone heard this, they couldn’t help but suck in sharp breaths!
Who was this guy? How dare he openly trash the Capital City Martial Arts Association? Had he lost his damn mind?
The three men’s faces instantly went stone cold.
"Kid, do you have any idea what you’re saying?" Brock Isolde snapped.
I shot back coldly, "What’s wrong, did I hit a nerve? You’re nothing but mutts who steal other people’s talents by force."
"You’re asking for death!" Brecken Isolde roared, immediately reaching out to grab my shoulder.
My body jerked violently, and a terrifying burst of energy exploded outward!
Having broken through to Fourth-rank Martial Marquis, my strength was several times greater than before, sending all three flying backward!
"You’ve got some skill," Brecken Isolde sneered.
"Who the hell are you? Spit it out!" Braydon Isolde shouted angrily.
I swept my cold gaze over the three of them as a chilling aura radiated from my body.
In the next second, I shook my palm and a crimson sword materialized in my grip!
"The guy who’s about to kill all of you," I said coldly.
Before my words even finished, I stepped forward first, slashing my sword through the air!
The terrifying sword light instantly lit up the dim bar!
"Ignorant fool!" Brecken Isolde roared, throwing his fists forward to meet my attack head-on!
"Swish!"
The sword light sliced straight through his flesh, carving a bloody gash several dozen centimeters long across Brecken Isolde’s body. He went flying backward!
Gripping my scarlet sword, the black robe I wore gave me an air of mystery.
Brecken Isolde’s eyebrows knitted together. Only now did he realize the black-robed man in front of him was far from ordinary!
"A martial marquis? There aren’t many martial marquis in Capital City, who are you?!" Brecken Isolde demanded coldly.
I didn’t answer, responding with another sword strike instead!
"Boom!"
This strike was lightning fast; it completely demolished the bar!
Those who couldn’t escape in time got sliced in half!
The entire bar erupted into total chaos as people turned tail and ran, terrified of getting caught in the fight!
Brecken Isolde yelled, then both his hands blazed with brilliant light as he charged straight at me!
"Swish!"
My bronze sword shattered the brilliant light. Then it surged straight toward all three of them!
"Seeking death!"
The trio quickly unleashed their techniques!
Countless dazzling lights crashed down on me. I just smiled at their attack. I pushed forward against their techniques and swung my sword!
Their techniques hit my body. My bronze sword beheaded Brecken Isolde in one powerful swing!
"Hiss..."
The other two couldn’t help but gasp!
Brecken Isolde died just like that? A powerful cultivator from the Capital City Martial Arts Association, killed by a single sword stroke?
I casually swung my bronze sword, saying coldly, "Now it’s you two’s turn."
I channeled spiritual power into my bronze sword.
This bronze sword was forged from countless fragments of Mighty Realm weapons, and its power was beyond imagination!
Even the great gates of the Immortal Slaying Sect bore cuts from this sword, let alone these three martial marquis!
I knew damn well I couldn’t drag this out in this place, or I’d definitely attract members from the Capital City Martial Arts Association!
So I immediately drew my sword and used the Nine Slashes technique!
In an instant, a sword light several feet long appeared as if it fell from heaven itself.
I gripped my sword with both hands and slashed it down ferociously!
