Chapter 655: Chapter 655 The Black Robe Unmasked
My entire back was nearly rotting away, displaying a horrifying view of bare bone.
My internal organs had taken massive damage, making me writhe in agony on the ground.
"Wah!"
A stream of fresh blood burst from my mouth! Every inch of my body screamed with pain!
This was the might of a Martial Saint Weapon! One casual blow had shattered all my defenses!
"Hmph, let’s see how you escape now!" Sybil Cooper said icily.
He pulled back the Prajna Ruler and walked toward me.
I clenched my teeth, forcing my battered body to stand once more.
Then, I gathered every ounce of strength I had left, activated "Shrinking Ground Into An Inch," and bolted!
Sybil Cooper’s expression turned frigid with rage as he shouted, "He can still get up! His body’s toughness is unbelievable!"
He stared coldly in my direction and smirked, "Even if you survive, you’re critically wounded. Let’s see how far you can get!"
With that, Sybil Cooper turned to several men in black and gold robes and roared, "Go bring him back!"
These black and gold robed men were also badly hurt, but they wouldn’t dare ignore Sybil Cooper’s commands, so they started chasing me.
Sybil Cooper kept a watchful eye on Mabel Sean. He didn’t chase me himself because he worried someone might take the chance to kidnap Mabel.
——
On the other side, Mason was running for his life.
The devastating blow from the Martial Saint had left him severely wounded, blood constantly pouring from his mouth.
But even in this condition, Mason didn’t dare stop. If he got caught and dragged back, it meant certain death!
Fortunately, the black and gold robed men were also badly hurt and couldn’t move fast; they lagged behind Mason.
After roughly ten minutes, Mason had disappeared from sight.
The men stopped where they were, scowling, "He escaped, what now?"
"What can we do? We’re injured too. How could we possibly keep up?"
"Let’s head back and give our report."
The men looked at each other, then turned and walked back to Martial Arts Academy.
"President Cooper, we couldn’t capture him," they announced when they returned.
Sybil Cooper’s face darkened, and filled with fury he yelled, "Worthless! He took a hit from the Martial Saint, badly wounded, how could you not catch him!"
"Mr. Cooper, we were also seriously hurt," the men said gravely.
Sybil Cooper ground his teeth and muttered angrily, "Useless, every one of you!"
The black and gold robed men remained silent under Sybil Cooper’s scolding.
Nearby, the faces of many young nobles looked dark, especially Alberto Sean’s.
"That black-robed figure... it was Mason Raymond!" Alberto clenched his teeth hard!
To think that he, the top young noble, had been unknowingly overtaken!
"I assumed that black-robed person was some ancient master who’d trained for decades, I never imagined it was Mason." Pearson Bowman said in amazement from the side.
"To achieve such power in under two years, it’s... frightening." Wayne Ran also nodded slightly in agreement.
"I’m afraid we so-called noble sons are going to be completely outshined by this Mason Raymond."
Alberto Sean cast a cold look over everyone, said nothing, and walked away.
"I, Zora Solomon, will definitely exceed that Mason Raymond!" Zora declared loudly.
Then, he also turned and left the area.
The young nobles slowly scattered as well, leaving behind three people: Elena Green, Males Ran, and Wilbert Jaxon.
"I truly never expected the black-robed person who’s been causing chaos for the Capital City Martial Arts Association to be Mr. Raymond," Wilbert Jaxon remarked.
"Yes, I didn’t see it coming either." Elena’s lovely eyes also showed some astonishment.
Meanwhile, Males Ran said, "I suppose you two should match Mason’s level of power."
When he said this, both shook their heads and replied, "You give us too much credit, Mr. Ran. If Alberto Sean isn’t his equal, how could we be?"
Males Ran said quietly, "I think you two have likely already passed Alberto Sean."
After making this comment, Males Ran also departed.
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I had fled all the way back to my house.
My energy was incredibly low, and sharp pain shot through my entire body. Bones inside my flesh were broken.
In my current condition, even a Grandmaster, never mind a Marquis, could finish me off!
"It really is a Martial Saint Weapon..." I was extremely weak and coughed up another mouthful of blood.
I sat cross-legged on the ground, attempting to heal my wounds.
But my injuries were too serious to mend quickly. It would need at least half a month!
Half a month was too much time for me to spare. There were so many tasks I had to handle that I couldn’t waste half a month.
I was slumped against the wall, fighting to stay conscious.
I pulled out the two male corpses and examined them closely.
Sure enough, the two male bodies were undamaged.
"The two men with the masked woman are so fearsome, I can’t fathom how strong the masked woman herself must be..." I thought to myself.
Then, I stored away the two corpses and started tending to my injuries.
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Only half a day had gone by since the event, and it had already spread across the entire Capital City!
The revelation that Mason Raymond was the black-robed man stunned everyone!
"Mason has become this strong?"
"I initially thought it was Mason’s Master, but turns out it was him all along..."
"It looks like we’ve all misjudged Mason’s abilities. The future of this young man, if he survives, might well be beyond our wildest dreams!"
"He barely survived, he must be meant for something big! This will be entertaining to watch, the Great Families must be getting nervous, right?"
The leaders of the Capital City Martial Arts Association held an emergency meeting about this issue!
"No matter what it takes, we must eliminate Mason Raymond, even if it means using every resource we have!" The leaders gave Sybil Cooper a final warning!
At the same time, the leaders granted Sybil Cooper full authority, he could even deploy the purple-robed men!
If they could eliminate Mason Raymond, any cost would be justified!
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As night fell, I huddled in my house, feeling the chill creep in.
Wounds covering my body made me look very frail, and I seemed powerless against the cold breeze.
I struggled to open my eyes. I pushed myself up, getting ready to leave.
"Tsk, tsk, with wounds this bad, you’ll die if you don’t get treatment right away."
Just then, a familiar voice drifted over.
Looking up, I spotted a figure crouched in the corner.
It was the man with the mustache!
I quickly turned to the mustachioed man, urgently asking, "Have you gotten everything ready?"
