Chapter 712: Chapter 712 You Are All Ants
Looking at the Heaven Swallowing Python which had shifted into human shape before her, Ms. Zackary was so thrilled she nearly wept.
She tenderly held the young man’s face, her voice trembling with feeling as she said, "My dear child... I will make you the strongest being in this world!"
A young man at the Peak Form of Military Marquis Realm had emerged.
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On this day, the Capital City Martial Arts Academy officially started accepting students.
At daybreak, Pearson Bowman and his companions had already gathered near the Academy.
These well-dressed young men from noble families seemed to relish each other’s company.
A cluster of them positioned at the entrance drew countless stares.
"Have you heard that Alberto Sean has been secluding himself recently?" Pearson Bowman asked offhandedly.
"Indeed, after discovering that Mason Raymond is the black-robed figure, Alberto Sean instantly entered seclusion." Wayne Ran gave a slight nod in reply.
"Tsk, it appears that incident has deeply affected him."
"Given Alberto Sean’s nature, he would never permit anyone to outshine him. If I’m correct, the first thing he’ll do upon emerging from seclusion is confront Mason Raymond."
The group agreed with nods, understanding Alberto Sean’s character all too well.
As the genuine prodigy of the Sean Family, his abilities were unmatched.
Even in Capital City, he stood out among his generation and was regarded as the top among the youth.
Now that a young man from the provinces had claimed first place, he surely wouldn’t accept this lying down.
The crowd at the academy entrance grew denser, many having come out of curiosity.
However, the standards for martial artists here were incredibly harsh, with very few candidates being chosen.
"Speaking of which, have you all heard about the Mystic Realm?" At this moment, Pearson Bowman seemed to recall something.
"Yes, the news regarding the Mystic Realm truly came as a massive surprise. If such a training ground really exists, then it would be great news for us."
"I can’t fathom that the Capital City Martial Arts Association was secretly stockpiling such resources. I’m now seriously questioning whether our assessment of the Association’s power has been incorrect."
"Absolutely, if the Capital City Martial Arts Association truly controls most of the Mystic Realms, then they might genuinely be capable of producing a top practitioner in the Martial Saint Realm."
The Martial Saint is regarded as the ultimate level for all martial artists, yet no one has ever reached it.
Even those considered the finest, like Paul Randall and Ignacio Richard, are merely at the Peak Form of Military Marquis Realm.
"Forget a Military Marquis, even a late-stage Military Marquis is something we can’t dream of matching." Pearson Bowman smiled bitterly.
A late-stage Military Marquis possesses power that far exceeds those in the middle stage.
And those at the Peak Form of the Military Marquis are currently the most powerful.
It’s rumored that the elite among the Peak Form of Military Marquis could use their physical bodies to resist a Martial Saint Weapon!
If someone like Mason Raymond, who possesses a powerful physical body, advances to the Peak Form of Military Marquis Realm, then even a Martial Saint Weapon couldn’t injure him!
Consequently, it seemed that even the Capital City Martial Arts Association, on whom they had been depending most, would be helpless against Mason Raymond.
While everyone engaged in heated discussion, I suddenly came into their view.
I wore a light-colored tracksuit, appearing extremely fresh.
"Mason Raymond, why is he here?" The crowd was somewhat startled by my appearance.
For a moment, everyone’s attention focused on me!
"Could it be that he also wants to join this academy?" Wayne Ran exclaimed in astonishment.
"Mr. Raymond, I didn’t expect you would be here," said Pearson Bowman after some consideration, as he courteously approached me.
I nodded at him without saying much.
Pearson Bowman chuckled and inquired, "Mr. Raymond, what brings you here?"
I glanced at him and replied, "The same reason you’re here."
Upon hearing these words, Pearson Bowman’s jaw dropped.
"Mr. Raymond, you killed Sybil Cooper, causing the Capital City Martial Arts Association to lose face, aren’t you worried that they will act against you?" Pearson Bowman couldn’t help but ask.
I scoffed, "The person who killed Sybil Cooper wasn’t me, but one of their own."
Wayne Ran gave me a thumbs up, saying, "Mr. Raymond, your courage is truly admirable."
I said no more, slightly closing my eyes and waiting for the academy to open its doors.
For me, there were two reasons for coming here.
The first was for the Scripture Pavilion, and the second was to investigate the Mystic Realm, to locate the Mystic Realm where Mabel Sean was being held prisoner.
I naturally knew there would be danger, but if I didn’t come, I might never be able to save Mabel Sean.
As we all waited, I suddenly sensed a familiar presence.
I frowned, looking toward the source of the aura.
I saw Ms. Zackary and Phoebe Billy approaching this location.
And beside Ms. Zackary, there was also a young man with black hair.
The young man had long hair that cascaded like a waterfall, his narrow pupils containing a hint of coldness within them.
Just as I looked toward Ms. Zackary, Ms. Zackary also spotted my figure.
"Mason Raymond..." A menacing aura suddenly burst from Ms. Zackary!
She walked step by step toward me, glowering, "What are you doing here, brat?"
I pointed at the large gate of the Martial Arts Academy, saying, "Of course I’m here to participate in this Mystic Realm expedition."
"You are qualified?" Ms. Zackary erupted with fury.
I scoffed, "Old beast, whether I’m qualified or not isn’t for you to decide. Don’t think I don’t know, officials will be monitoring the student recruitment this time, I don’t believe you dare oppose them."
This information was all supplied by Phoebe Billy.
Ever since Sybil Cooper’s secret was exposed, the officials were greatly enraged.
To prevent the Capital City Martial Arts Association from employing the same old tactics, they sent people to watch them early on.
"You little bastard..." Ms. Zackary shook with rage.
Just then, the black-haired young man behind him stepped forward.
A bone-chilling killing intent immediately washed over them!
Feeling this coldness, my brow furrowed slightly.
The aura of this young man seemed familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had encountered him before.
"If you dare speak any more nonsense, I will kill you." A glacial coldness gleamed in the young man’s narrow eyes.
I raised an eyebrow, "Kill me? Based on what? Who are you? How come I’ve never seen you before?"
The black-haired young man remained silent. He just calmly stated, "I’m stronger than any of you. In my eyes, you are all just a bunch of ants."
Hearing his words, everyone was stunned.
Pearson Bowman and the others were extremely displeased.
Stronger than everyone else? Considering all the young masters of the great families as mere ants? This arrogance was truly outrageous!
"Your boasting is even worse than your stinking feet, where did you pop up from?"
Just then, a figure walked over from not too far away.
This man was none other than Zora Solomon, who was second only to Alberto Sean!
Zora Solomon had also been in isolation during this period, and now he had even reached the late-stage Military Marquis realm!
This time, upon emerging from seclusion, Zora Solomon had only one objective, that was to become number one on the list!
