Chapter 814: Chapter 814 Her Spirit Is Bound
At this moment, my fighting spirit had nearly reached its pinnacle.
This raw energy flooded the entire street.
Alberto Sean’s eyebrows knitted together as he sneered, "Mason Raymond, don’t think I’m unaware of your scheme."
"You depend on the Power of Martial Saint and attempt to face me? You believe I’ll be deceived?"
I sneered back, "Do I require the Power of Martial Saint to end you?"
"Well, the Power of Martial Saint within you has limits. There will come a moment when it vanishes, and that will sound your death bell!" Alberto Sean shouted.
"Agreed." I responded icily.
"Logan Sean, quit dwelling on Mabel Sean and treasure what little time remains with your son."
After saying this, I spun around to depart.
"Mason Raymond, will you truly refuse to surrender the person?!" Logan Sean couldn’t stop himself from yelling.
"Go to hell!" I swore without bothering to look back.
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Logan Sean clenched his jaw. Though rage consumed him, he possessed no means to handle Mason Raymond.
The present Mason Raymond had attained a strength that rendered the Sean family utterly powerless.
Without a Martial Saint, nobody could control Mason Raymond!
Left with no alternative, the group departed.
After returning to Capital City, Ms. Zackary had been waiting since dawn.
Spotting Logan Sean’s return, she hurried to meet him, inquiring, "Mr. Sean, were you able to bring anyone back?"
Logan Sean couldn’t stop himself from swearing, "No! Mason Raymond shows zero intention of releasing anyone! I was considering requesting assistance from you people at the Capital City Martial Arts Association!"
Hearing this, Ms. Zackary immediately collapsed to the floor, despair written across her features.
If the person wasn’t returned, it meant Leticia was doomed to perish!
This was something Ms. Zackary, who had no children, couldn’t bear!
"Ms. Zackary, why don’t you employ a Martial Saint to eliminate Mason Raymond?" Alberto Sean questioned with bewilderment.
"Doesn’t the Capital City Martial Arts Association possess a Martial Saint? And... it appears there’s also a Martial Saint in the prison, correct?"
Ms. Zackary looked at Alberto Sean, shook her head, and replied, "If we could employ a Martial Saint, would Mason Raymond still be breathing..."
With these words, Ms. Zackary departed the location like a lost soul.
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Meanwhile, at the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, I stood beneath the Pavilion Master Building, continuing my wait.
A full day and night went by.
Only when night fell deep did the Pavilion Master finally descend from above.
Seeing the Pavilion Master, I rushed toward him immediately.
"Lord Pavilion Master, how is Mabel?" I asked with worry.
The Pavilion Master shook his head and let out a sigh, "It appears the Capital City Martial Arts Association had prepared thoroughly for someone to flee with her."
"What do you mean?!" I questioned frantically.
The Pavilion Master spoke seriously, "The Capital City Martial Arts Association has applied a secret technique to Mabel’s divine sense. This technique can only be reversed by someone from the Capital City Martial Arts Association."
"This technique will activate the moment Mabel departs from the Capital City Martial Arts Association."
My expression shifted drastically.
I whispered, "How is this possible... what happens if the secret technique remains undone?"
The Pavilion Master stated grimly, "If this secret technique stays undone, Mabel will never regain her conscious awareness. Simply put, she will become a living dead."
"Living Dead..." My heart felt as though pierced by countless arrows. A surge of rage shot straight to my skull!
"Capital City Martial Arts Association..." My fist tightened, my nails nearly breaking through my skin!
The Pavilion Master beside me offered comfort, "Mason Raymond, don’t act too rashly. This technique doesn’t endanger her life. In other words, your girlfriend is at least secure."
I quickly turned to the Pavilion Master and inquired, "Lord Pavilion Master, what is this secret technique called?"
"Spirit binding technique." The Pavilion Master paused briefly before responding.
"Spirit binding technique..." I repeated this name, then rapidly began searching for any reference to the Spirit binding technique in my inherited memories.
Regrettably, I couldn’t locate any mention of this technique.
"The Spirit binding technique was developed by the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and besides them, nobody else can reverse this technique." The Pavilion Master appeared to read my thoughts.
A trace of hopelessness crossed my face.
So this means I can only request someone from the Capital City Martial Arts Association to reverse it?
With this realization, I got to my feet and declared, "I’m going to head to the Capital City Martial Arts Association and locate Ms. Zackary!"
However, the Pavilion Master halted me, "It’s already deep into the night now. Wait until tomorrow."
"Moreover, you took the person away, so perhaps Ms. Zackary is already in the Mystic Realm."
I frowned, seeming to consider that the Pavilion Master’s words held logic.
"Come upstairs with me," the Pavilion Master said.
I nodded, then followed the Pavilion Master, lightly jumping to the upper level.
Upstairs, Mabel Sean lay in a medicinal pool.
Her entire body was immersed in medicinal liquid, and a drop rolled down her pale skin.
Witnessing this, I couldn’t stop my heart from aching.
I stepped forward, dropping to one knee before Mabel Sean.
"Mabel, wait for me. I will awaken you as quickly as possible. Wait for me..." I grasped Mabel’s hand, my face twisted with anguish.
The Pavilion Master beside me consoled, "You’ve already saved her from the Mystic Realm, there’s no reason to blame yourself further."
I drew a deep breath and rose. My face showed unwavering resolve.
"I won’t surrender, even if it’s the Capital City Martial Arts Association!" I stated coldly.
"Furthermore... The Capital City Martial Arts Association has made Mabel endure such torment. If I don’t destroy them completely, I won’t find peace!"
The Pavilion Master reassured me, "There’s no need to hurry. You’ve already achieved so much in merely two years. You should feel proud."
While talking, the Pavilion Master guided me into the tea room.
Inside the tea room, Paul Randall was waiting for me.
"Master Paul." I slightly bowed my body in respect.
Paul Randall couldn’t help but sigh, "Mason Raymond, your pace of advancement... is far quicker than I anticipated."
"You’re likely the first person in history to successfully extract someone from the Capital City Martial Arts Association."
I said coldly, "Not sufficient. The Mystic Realm of the Capital City Martial Arts Association is still concealing many formidable individuals."
"Yes, you’re correct." Paul Randall validated my thoughts.
He sighed, "When I once witnessed the power in their Mystic Realm, the sensations of helplessness and defeat nearly made me wish to abandon life."
I looked at Paul Randall, asking, "Master Paul, have you also entered the Mystic Realm?"
"Yes, in the Second Secret Realm." Paul Randall nodded.
I said gravely, "In this Second Secret Realm, I could detect mysterious forces."
"And during my escape, there was an incredibly powerful force pursuing me, was it... a Martial Saint?"
Paul Randall glanced at me and nodded. "Yes, in the Second Secret Realm, there indeed exists a Martial Saint."
