Chapter 632: Chapter 632 Eliminate The Black Robed Man
The mustached man didn’t raise any real objections to my suggestion.
He shrugged and said, "That works for me. As long as you hand over the sword, I don’t care. I’m not the one who’ll be doing the stealing anyway."
I looked at the male corpse lying before me, and after thinking it through, I pulled out the coffin once more.
The sight of the red wood coffin made the mustached man shudder.
"Why are you bringing that thing out? Trying to give someone a heart attack?" the mustached man grumbled.
I gave the coffin a pat and said, "I’m going to need you to keep an eye on this coffin for the next few days. My spatial magic artifact can’t hold it."
The mustached man jumped like a startled cat, practically bouncing three feet in the air.
He said in terror, "You want me to babysit this thing? For days?"
I rolled my eyes. "Come on, it’s not as terrifying as you’re making it out to be."
"You have no idea what that masked woman did!" the mustached man said, shaking.
"This is the only way. Take it or leave it?" I said, looking exasperated.
The mustached man stared at the coffin for a long moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fortune favors the bold. I’ll risk it! Deal!"
"Good, it’s settled." I nodded slightly.
And so our agreement was finalized.
Once I could get the method to control the male corpse, I’d have the power to rescue someone from the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
Three full days remained before the auction would start.
For those three days, I didn’t step foot outside.
I stayed in my room around the clock, consuming inner cores.
The inner cores I’d taken weren’t plentiful, and I’d finished them all by the second day.
A rank five Martial Marquis was equivalent to a mid-stage Military Marquis.
Right now, I was just one step away from reaching the mid-stage Martial Marquis level.
In the Martial Marquis realm, the three stages represented vastly different power levels.
An early-stage Martial Marquis was worlds apart from a mid-stage one.
And a peak Martial Marquis was far stronger than mid-stage.
Now that the young elites in Capital City were advancing to mid-stage Martial Marquis one after another, I needed to pick up my pace too.
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After gaining the Sean family’s bloodline power, Alberto Sean’s strength had undergone a dramatic transformation!
Though Alberto Sean didn’t understand what this so-called bloodline actually was, his physical power far exceeded what it used to be.
"Everyone says Mason Raymond had incredible physical strength. Too bad he’s dead, or I’d love to test myself against him." Alberto Sean flexed his hand, crushing a piece of black gold stone with a loud crack.
"From now on, I might be the only unmatched fighter among Capital City’s younger generation."
This was Alberto Sean’s supreme confidence.
Just then, Logan Sean entered from outside, accompanied by a powerfully built man.
The man remained silent, but he radiated an intimidating presence.
Even Alberto Sean felt slightly uncomfortable.
This person was none other than the Peak Military Marquis that Logan Sean had rescued from the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s prison.
Logan Sean walked straight to Alberto Sean’s side, his expression dark.
"Dad, what’s wrong?" Alberto Sean asked.
Logan Sean said coldly, "The Capital City Martial Arts Association is planning to distribute that blood power to the children of all the noble families!"
"Damn them, using my Sean family’s resources to benefit outsiders!"
Alberto Sean’s brow creased slightly. "This matter... don’t we get a say in it?"
"I’ve negotiated with them, but they were completely inflexible." Logan Sean said icily.
"If push comes to shove, I’ll bring Mabel Sean back!"
Hearing this, Alberto Sean quickly waved his hands. "Absolutely not."
Logan Sean frowned. "Why not?"
Alberto Sean said seriously, "We don’t have the martial arts association’s techniques, and we can’t extract the bloodline from Mabel."
"If we bring her back, we’ll only give her more opportunities to start cultivating."
Clearly, after experiencing the intensity of this bloodline power, Alberto Sean had begun to feel threatened.
He was afraid that once Mabel began cultivating, she would surpass him directly, which would spell trouble.
Logan Sean frowned. "Is this bloodline power really that formidable?"
"Much as I hate to admit it, this bloodline’s power... is truly beyond imagination." Alberto Sean said gravely.
At this point, Alberto Sean looked at Logan Sean. "Dad, what exactly is our Sean family’s legacy? Why did Mabel inherit such a bloodline?"
"I don’t know." Logan Sean shook his head.
"As for our Sean family’s origins, perhaps only your grandfather has the answers."
Hearing this, Alberto Sean’s expression turned cold.
He took a deep breath. "This bloodline power can’t remain exclusive to our Sean family forever. Sooner or later, it’ll be shared with those noble families."
Logan Sean snorted, "Of course I realize that, but the Capital City Martial Arts Association shouldn’t be trying to claim all the credit either!"
"Dad, what’s your plan?" Alberto Sean asked with a frown.
Logan Sean waved his hand. "I have something in mind."
Seeing this, Alberto Sean said nothing more.
The high-ranking members of the Capital City Martial Arts Association held multiple meetings.
All these meetings centered on Mabel Sean’s bloodline.
After several sessions, they compiled a list.
This list contained the names of people who would be permitted to use Mabel Sean’s blood.
"We’ll begin the operation after the auction ends." A voice emerged from the shadows.
President Cooper took the list and bowed repeatedly. "Yes."
The list contained over a dozen names, each belonging to a major figure in Capital City.
After leaving the meeting room, Phoebe Billy stopped President Cooper.
"President Cooper, before we proceed, I have a suggestion." Phoebe Billy said with a frown.
"What suggestion?" President Cooper asked.
Phoebe Billy said seriously, "We should eliminate the black-robed man first! Follow our original plan!"
"Otherwise, when the black-robed man learns the names on the list, he’ll go on a killing rampage!"
"By then, the great families of Capital City will be in chaos!"
President Cooper narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You make a good point... Fine, we’ll do as you suggest."
"Let’s eliminate this black-robed man first, then make the list public!"
Hearing this, Phoebe Billy let out a sigh of relief.
Naturally, he had his own selfish motives.
If Mason Raymond didn’t die, he would definitely force Phoebe Billy to add Mason Raymond’s name to the list.
As long as Mason Raymond was killed, he would be free.
"You’ll pay for threatening me!" Phoebe Billy said venomously.
Time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, auction day arrived.
The auction venue was set in a grand hall in Capital City.
The Capital City Martial Arts Association took this auction very seriously, with three black and gold robes in attendance! Hawk Thompson was among them!
