Chapter 750: Chapter 750 A Plot to Cripple
The attendant’s eyes went wide as he stared at the shattered Black Gold Stone.
This was Black Gold Stone - the toughest material known! Even Capital City Martial Arts Association’s prison was built from this stuff!
Yet here it was, crumbling like clay before Alberto Sean!
"So... so powerful..." The attendant gulped hard.
Alberto Sean let out a cold snort. "That’s just eighty percent bloodline awakening. If it hit full power..."
The strength would be beyond imagination!
This made Alberto Sean’s jealousy burn even hotter!
He’d exhausted every trick in the book, but couldn’t push past his current level.
Eighty percent seemed to be his ceiling.
"At least Mabel Sean can’t train..." Alberto Sean whispered under his breath.
With that thought, Alberto Sean finally relaxed.
——
Four days remained until the final showdown between Mason Raymond and Leticia.
In a room at the Martial Arts Academy, Leticia stood before Ms. Zackary.
"Leticia, you’re my sole hope. I see you as my heir." Ms. Zackary sipped her tea, her tone flat.
Leticia bowed slightly. "Ms. Zackary, I understand. I think of you as my mother."
Ms. Zackary looked up at him. "I want you to become the world’s strongest! Someone who reaches martial arts’ peak!"
"Mason Raymond is just a stepping stone for you. You cannot lose."
Contempt flickered in Leticia’s dark eyes.
He snorted softly. "Ms. Zackary, don’t worry. That Mason Raymond means nothing."
Ms. Zackary’s expression grew serious. "Don’t dismiss him completely. He just obtained ten-thousand-year medicinal herbs. His power must have grown."
"Doesn’t matter." Leticia flexed his fist gently.
"Just some guy named Mason Raymond. He’s worthless."
Ms. Zackary gave a slight nod. "You may go now."
Leticia acknowledged her and stepped back.
Though Leticia radiated confidence, Ms. Zackary felt uneasy inside.
It wasn’t that she doubted Leticia. Ms. Zackary simply knew nothing about Mason Raymond’s current abilities.
She had no idea what level Mason Raymond had reached with those ancient herbs. If he’d broken through to Peak Military Marquis Realm, the fight’s outcome became unpredictable.
Ms. Zackary rose slowly.
She left the Martial Arts Academy and headed straight for the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
In Sybil Cooper’s former office, Phoebe Billy sat behind the desk.
Seeing Ms. Zackary enter, Phoebe Billy jumped up and called out respectfully, "Ms. Zackary!"
Ms. Zackary nodded slightly and asked casually, "Any word from the higher-ups lately?"
Phoebe Billy shook his head. "No messages, Ms. Zackary."
Ms. Zackary didn’t elaborate. She just nodded. "I see. If news comes from above, make sure to tell me."
"Yes, Ms. Zackary." Phoebe Billy bowed.
Then Ms. Zackary took Phoebe Billy’s chair.
She poured herself tea and closed her eyes slightly, as if expecting someone.
About thirty minutes passed.
A man entered through the door.
This man was short with snow-white eyebrows and a sharp hawk nose.
This person was Bert Mercer!
"Ms. Zackary." Bert Mercer approached and greeted her.
Ms. Zackary nodded slightly, gesturing for him to sit.
Bert Mercer chuckled. "Ms. Zackary, just name what you need."
Ms. Zackary stared at Bert Mercer coldly. "I want you to kill someone."
Bert Mercer responded quickly, "Just give me the name."
Ms. Zackary coldly spoke two words: "Mason Raymond."
Hearing this, Bert Mercer laughed.
"He barely escaped last time. Don’t worry - this time I’ll definitely end his life," Bert Mercer said with a faint smile.
Ms. Zackary waved her hand. "No. Keep him alive."
Bert Mercer looked startled and asked with surprise, "Keep him alive? Why?"
"Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t ask." Ms. Zackary frowned.
Bert Mercer seemed embarrassed but still nodded in agreement. "I understand."
With that, he turned and left.
Ms. Zackary didn’t tell Bert Mercer about Mason Raymond’s current strength.
Her reason for sending Bert Mercer after Mason was to test Mason’s true power.
Of course, if Bert Mercer could cripple Mason Raymond in the process, that would be even better.
——
Meanwhile, I had already reached Capital City with the man with the mustache, Watson Thompson, and the others.
"Watson, once we’re in Capital City, you must remember - don’t let anyone know about the mask, got it?" I warned.
Watson nodded. "I understand."
Since the Ice Palace knew the mask existed, the Capital City Martial Arts Association must know about it too.
If Watson fell into their hands, the results would be terrible.
As evening fell, I found us temporary lodging.
"What a waste," the man with the mustache sighed as he counted on his fingers.
"We finally got a shot at entering the Mystic Realm, but we missed it completely."
I rolled my eyes. "If you can figure out how to enter an ownerless Mystic Realm, I promise I’ll give you another one."
The man with the mustache muttered, "You think entering an ownerless Mystic Realm is easy? I bet only the Capital City Martial Arts Association knows how."
"Yeah." I couldn’t help but sigh.
Even my father’s legacy contained no records of it, which showed how difficult this method must be.
"I’m guessing the method to enter ownerless Mystic Realms was developed by the Capital City Martial Arts Association themselves," I said.
The man with the mustache looked surprised. "Great minds think alike."
"Over the years, I’ve traveled everywhere and read countless ancient texts, but I’ve never seen any records about ownerless Mystic Realms."
I nodded. "The ownerless Mystic Realm was probably left by ancient people and became ownerless through history."
"Which means before that, no ownerless Mystic Realms existed. All Mystic Realms passed down through generations, so no unlocking method was needed."
"Exactly." The man with the mustache nodded slightly.
"The Capital City Martial Arts Association had some master who cracked the method."
I stayed quiet.
This method for unlocking ownerless Mystic Realms must involve spatial techniques.
But spatial techniques weren’t something a Military Marquis could handle.
"If I get the chance, I need to check out the Scripture Pavilion at the Capital City Martial Arts Association," I thought to myself.
The Scripture Pavilion held too many secrets. Besides techniques, it also contained martial arts development history.
I wanted to research Mabel Sean’s bloodline, my own father, and anything related to the masked woman.
As we chatted, my phone suddenly rang.
Looking at the caller ID, I saw it was Phoebe Billy.
He said over the phone, "Mason, Ms. Zackary sent Bert Mercer to kill you. Get out of there fast!"
