Chapter 822: Chapter 822 Calling The Shots Here
The tension between both sides escalated rapidly, and at last, my fist tightened first, unleashing a brilliant golden flash in that instant!
Being a Half-step Martial Sage, Garcia Coleman naturally spotted this movement and instantly lifted his palm to counter it!
"Boom!"
The thunderous crash echoed throughout the entire Capital City Martial Arts Association, making it feel like an earthquake had struck!
"Thud, thud, thud!"
Garcia Coleman staggered back three consecutive steps before managing to steady himself!
Meanwhile, my momentum stayed strong, so fierce and relentless that it sent chills through everyone watching!
Hiss!
The people around us couldn’t stop themselves from gasping when they witnessed this!
Garcia Coleman had actually lost ground?!
Even though it was just a basic clash, it clearly showed the gap in power between us!
Garcia Coleman’s expression darkened further. He glared at me with narrowed eyes and said, "You’ve got some talent, but so what!"
Just as Garcia Coleman prepared to launch another attack, the three old men next to him held him back.
One of the elderly men murmured in Garcia’s ear, "Young Master Coleman, this boy has the Power of Martial Saint. Fighting him isn’t smart, and remember what your father told you."
"Exactly, and this is a sacred venue for the Capital City Martial Arts Association. You two battling here will wreck the place."
Garcia Coleman’s brow creased slightly, and though he felt frustrated, he held back.
He fixed his cold stare on me, declaring, "Kid, you’d better give Mabel Sean back, or you’ll regret it!"
I just smirked, "Garcia Coleman, your showing up here is quite interesting."
Garcia Coleman couldn’t grasp what I meant, but he didn’t dwell on it.
Shifting his focus to Phoebe Billy, Garcia Coleman said, "Fine, everyone get out of this place."
Phoebe Billy scowled and said, "Young Master Coleman, I already gave them my word. Going back on it now would damage my credibility, wouldn’t it?"
Garcia Coleman said with annoyance, "Just do what I tell you, and everything will work out."
Phoebe Billy stood firm, "Young Master Coleman, consider this carefully. These folks are all from the elite families in Capital City. If you upset them, it won’t end well for you."
This was accurate. When society set the rules, you had to follow them.
Even coming from the Second Secret Realm wouldn’t be enough protection.
If you really pushed people too far, even the Second Secret Realm could face destruction.
Garcia Coleman stared icily at Phoebe Billy and demanded, "Phoebe, are you trying to threaten me?"
Phoebe Billy kept pushing, "This is also what Mr. River expects to see. I believe your father would need to show Mr. River respect, correct?"
Garcia Coleman snapped irritably, "Phoebe! Just follow my orders! Are you planning to disobey me?!"
Phoebe Billy’ face also grew stern.
He dropped his smile and said coldly, "Young Master Coleman, my accountability isn’t to you; it’s to the leadership."
"Until the leadership officially orders you to replace Ms. Zackary, I’m the one calling the shots here!"
"Get out now!"
Hearing this, Garcia Coleman exploded with rage!
He jabbed his finger at Phoebe Billy, shouting, "Have you lost your mind? How dare you speak to me this way? You think I can’t fire you right this second!"
"Go ahead! But you’ll have to wait until you’re officially in charge." Phoebe Billy replied with calm dignity.
"Great, just great!" Garcia Coleman said, his laughter bitter with anger.
This was his first visit to the Capital City Martial Arts Association, and he’d already been embarrassed. How could Garcia Coleman not be livid?
"Phoebe, we’ll settle this later!" Garcia Coleman snarled these words before spinning around and storming off.
Once he was far enough away, Phoebe Billy’ face showed a hint of concern.
"Man, we’re in deep trouble now." Phoebe Billy muttered to himself.
He looked at the crowd and said with a courteous gesture, "Everyone, please come in quickly. I probably won’t be president much longer."
"President Billy, don’t worry, we definitely won’t let you lose your job!" Someone stepped up and declared.
"My Ran family will use all our resources to support you."
"The Solomon Family will too."
"And my Knight family."
In that moment, everyone rallied behind Phoebe Billy.
I observed this and raised an eyebrow.
This Phoebe Billy was pretty sharp.
He’d already formed alliances with the major financial powers and actually had relatively loose ties with the martial arts community.
Now that he was siding with these wealthy families again, it might actually work in his favor.
Capital versus Martial Arts Peak - determining who held more power wasn’t simple.
Then, Phoebe pulled out the token once more.
He pressed the token against the gate, and the gate began to open slowly.
With a resonant hum, an incredibly blessed and holy energy flowed out from inside.
"They say this place has supreme yang energy and stays protected from dark and evil influences," someone mentioned.
"Right, legend has it that to enter the Scripture Pavilion before, you needed a pure heart. If you’d killed too many, the gate would turn you away."
I stayed quiet and walked boldly forward.
Right then, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest, like a needle stabbing through it.
Not just that, but I also felt my body being blocked by countless forces!
This made my expression shift involuntarily.
I glanced at the people nearby and noticed that only I was having this reaction.
"Could it really be true that those who’ve killed too much get affected?" I wondered with a frown.
Recently, I had indeed taken many lives.
Plus, the bloodlust in my heart was getting stronger!
"No surprise this is the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion." I thought to myself.
I fought against this resistance, trying my best to look composed.
Once inside the grounds, the first thing I saw was a massive pagoda.
The entire Scripture Pavilion had four levels, each packed with books.
These books included both recent additions by people and ancient texts collected over countless years.
Two enormous calligraphy pieces hung in the center, radiating an extremely sacred presence.
"Damn, this is the first time in my life I’ve been humiliated like this," said Pearson Bowman, clearly furious.
"Yeah, what makes him so special just because he’s from the Mystic Realm? I have no idea where he gets that arrogance."
"With that attitude, he totally ignored us. Does he think he’s that much superior to us?"
"Thank goodness Mason stood up and backed us up," Wayne Ran said with a grin.
"Mason, you really made us look good!"
I glanced at Wayne Ran and said, "I didn’t do it to make you look good."
"Besides, weren’t you always acting high and mighty when you dealt with other people?"
"Getting a taste of class difference will do you some good."
After saying this, I walked ahead, leaving the group at a loss for words.
Just like I’d pointed out, they were all born with silver spoons, sitting at the very peak. How could they understand what it felt like to be looked down on by people like them who struggled at the bottom?
