Chapter 787: Chapter 787 A Challenge To Prove Worth
I gave a small nod.
The Purple Flame Sect’s plans were crystal clear to me.
"Is this Purple Flame Sect really that strong?" I asked.
Herman Maxwayne looked my way and nodded. "Absolutely. They’ve got over twenty martial marquises, several at peak level."
"What else?" I pressed.
Those martial marquises didn’t worry me one bit.
As long as no martial saint was involved, I had nothing to fear.
"What else? What are you getting at?" Herman Maxwayne looked puzzled.
I said, "Like a Martial Saint’s Weapon? Or the Power of Martial Saint, maybe even a Martial Saint?"
Herman Maxwayne laughed. "Martial saint? If the Purple Flame Sect had one, why would they be hiding out in the Cordelia Kingdom?"
I thought it over. That logic checked out.
With a martial saint backing them, nobody could touch the Purple Flame Sect.
"The entire Maxwayne family only has six martial marquises. We’re nowhere near strong enough to fight the Purple Flame Sect." Herman Maxwayne drew a deep breath.
"They’re probably after the same thing you are - the Power of Martial Saint." Mr. Maxwayne spoke seriously.
I stroked my chin. "So to take down this Purple Flame Sect, you’d need to use the Power of Martial Saint?"
"Exactly." Herman Maxwayne didn’t hide it.
I kept asking, "How many times can this Power of Martial Saint be used?"
Tilda Maxwayne jumped in. "Mason, you don’t seem to know much about the Power of Martial Saint."
I let out a bitter laugh. "You’re right, I don’t."
Tilda Maxwayne went on, "The Power of Martial Saint only works once. Once it goes into someone’s body, that power becomes theirs."
I gasped, "So this Power of Martial Saint stays in their body forever?"
"Not at all." Herman Maxwayne picked up the explanation.
"The Power of Martial Saint comes from a martial saint. How well it works depends on who receives it."
"If you put the Power of Martial Saint into a Grandmaster’s body, it won’t just fail - it might make the Grandmaster explode and die."
"As for how long this Power of Martial Saint lasts, usually no more than a month."
Tilda Maxwayne nodded. "Right, once the Power of Martial Saint gets used, it vanishes. It’s just a question of when."
I suddenly understood.
This Power of Martial Saint was like a nuclear weapon in this world. Once you used it, there was no going back.
"Right now, the Power of Martial Saint might be our only option." Herman Maxwayne said grimly.
"But who should get the Power of Martial Saint?"
This was the real problem.
The Maxwayne family had plenty of martial marquises, but none were particularly powerful.
The Maxwayne siblings were all early-stage martial marquises.
If the Purple Flame Sect had the Power of Martial Saint too, they’d still lose.
But if they gave it to an outsider, who could promise that person wouldn’t turn against the Maxwayne family?
"Doesn’t the Maxwayne family have any strong heirs?" I asked, confused.
Herman Maxwayne shook his head. "The Maxwayne family descendants never got into martial arts."
I went quiet for a moment.
I rubbed my chin and carefully suggested, "How about you put this Power of Martial Saint into my body? I’ll help you wipe out the Purple Flame Sect."
"You?" Herman Maxwayne snorted.
"Mason Raymond, are you trying to take advantage of our crisis?"
I waved my hands. "No, no, no, you’ve got it wrong. If this Power of Martial Saint went into my body, it would work way better than with anyone else, and the Purple Flame Sect would be nothing."
"Mason Raymond, I know you’re late-stage martial marquis, but the Maxwayne family has a peak martial marquis! Why would your body be better?" Herman Maxwayne mocked.
I didn’t rush. I smiled calmly. "A peak martial marquis is like weeds compared to me."
Everyone there burst out laughing.
"Mason Raymond, do you understand the massive gap between martial marquis levels?" Herman Maxwayne said.
"Breaking through between martial marquis peaks is incredibly hard." Tilda Maxwayne added.
I scratched my head, thinking to myself, "Looks like I don’t have much of a reputation in Prosperonia."
"Alright, Mason Raymond, given how things are, forget about the Power of Martial Saint and head home." Herman Maxwayne waved dismissively.
"If our Maxwayne family makes it through this disaster, we’ll remember what you did for us."
After saying that, they basically told me to leave.
But I wasn’t ready to go yet.
I laughed and offered, "I get that you don’t trust me. How about I fight that peak martial marquis to prove it?"
Herman Maxwayne waved impatiently. "Don’t cause more problems right now. You’re just a Pill Master, so naturally your martial arts suffer. You can’t possibly beat other martial marquises."
I said, "Mr. Maxwayne, why not give me a shot? It would benefit everyone."
While talking, I glanced at Tilda Maxwayne.
Tilda Maxwayne stayed quiet for a while, then suggested, "Well... let him try."
Herman Maxwayne frowned and said irritably, "Fine, but I’m telling you, if something happens to you, the Maxwayne family won’t take responsibility."
"Don’t worry." I smiled easily.
So Herman Maxwayne turned and walked out of the Great Hall, and I followed him.
We reached the Maxwayne family’s lawn to wait for the peak martial marquis.
About ten minutes passed.
An quite elderly man walked over with Herman Maxwayne.
"This is the Maxwayne family’s peak martial marquis." Herman Maxwayne said.
"Mr. Brown, go easy on him." Herman Maxwayne looked at the old man.
The old man called Mr. Brown smiled lightly. "Don’t worry."
Then Mr. Brown approached me and said, "Young people these days really don’t know their place. Do you realize that fights between martial marquises can easily cause serious injuries or even death?"
I smiled. "Mr. Brown, don’t worry, I can hold back."
This clearly made Mr. Brown angry. His face went dark as he scolded, "I’ve never met such a disrespectful young man! If I don’t teach you a lesson, who knows how cocky you’ll get!"
After speaking, Mr. Brown’s aura began climbing fast, and powerful energy burst from his fingertips.
That energy became solid, making the air around it buzz and shake!
Seeing this, Tilda Maxwayne’s expression changed!
"That’s Mr. Brown’s special technique, Heaven’s Dance Slash!" Tilda Maxwayne shouted.
"Mr. Brown, please show mercy!"
But Mr. Brown was already furious and ignored what Tilda Maxwayne said.
He raised his weapon and aimed it straight at my chest!
