Chapter 1397


    As the sun rose, a group of people approached. In their lead was an elderly man wearing a golden


    robe. He wielded an illuminating two-meter-long sword with mysterious-looking patterns carved on it.


    Behind the elderly man were eight knights in golden robes.


    As the elderly man neared, many stood up and gazed at him.


    He was Koehler Keyes, the leader of the Knights and the wielder of Excalibur, the faith of all knights.


    He was also ranked second on the Elysian Ranking.


    Koehler appeared at the summit. Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the empty plot ofnd in


    the middle of the summit. Scanning his surroundings, he searched for the man who defeated him a


    hundred years ago. However, Can Maverick was nowhere to be seen. There were only a few Solean


    ancient martial artists in sight.


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    He was dismayed. It seemed that he would not be able to settle the score before his impending death.


    Although Can was absent, the International Martial Arts Conference had to go on.


    “Thank you foring,dies and gentlemen.”


    Although he was old, his voice was loud and clear.


    “organized this conference to fight against the ancient martial artists of Sol, especially Can Maverick


    of the Gu Sect, who defeated me a hundred years ago. What a shame that he isn’t present here today.


    Perhaps he’s passed on…”


    Hearing this, James smiled slightly.


    If Can was here, he would be the center of the show.


    Meanwhile, upon hearing this, Lucjan smiled scornfully.


    “I’m a man of my word. I’ll hand over Excalibur to whoever emerges victorious. However, there’s a


    prerequisite for this. You will have to pull out Excalibur. The one who seeds will be the chosen one,


    the new Captain of the Knights.”


    Koehler’s voice boomed.


    James was not interested in Excalibur. If not for Can telling him that the wielder of Excalibur would


    gain control of the Knights of the West, he would not even have bothered looking at it.


    James scanned his surroundings. He was wondering who among the crowd was Archbishop Pris.


    “I will now announce themencement of the International Martial Arts Conference. There are no


    rules in this conference where might makes right. Thest one standing on Mount Olympus shall be the


    victor of this conference and the most powerful individual in the world.”


    Koehler’s voice reverberated throughout the area.


    Upon hearing Koehler’s voice, many brandished their swords and scanned their surroundings in rm,


    fearing that they could be ambushed by others.


    “Who’s Archbishop Pris?”


    At that moment, a voice boomed.


    Everyone turned their heads.


    It was a Solean ancient martial artist. He was young, perhaps the youngest to have ever participated in


    the International Martial Arts Conference.


    It was James.


    James slowly stood up and walked toward the middle. Looking at his surroundings, he said coldly, “I


    heard that Archbishop Pris is ranked third on the Elysian Ranking. My name is James Caden. I’m a


    martial artist from Sol. I’m unrivaled in Sol. I came here today to spar with martial artists outside of Sol.”


    Though James’ tone was calm, there was a hint of arrogance in it.


    Everyone stared at James, wondering how on earth he had mustered the courage to challenge


    Archbishop Pris.


    Did he have a death wish?


    “I envy your courage, young man.”


    A voice came, and James turned his head.