<h4>Chapter 1658: Chapter 1658 Pegasus</h4>


    The sky was just beginning to lighten.


    The hotel lobby was already filled with martial artists.


    They took a brief rest here overnight and had to continue their journey in the morning.


    Firstly, the prices here were too high.


    Secondly, they wanted to save time and get to the Boulevard Mountains earlier.


    Staying here was just an unavoidable move.


    Having had breakfast early, many martial artists packed up their belongings and left the hotel.


    Julius Reed and enor Wood hadn’t slept, also sitting on the first floor having breakfast.


    The stronger the martial artist, the less they need sleep.


    Julius Reed, for example, could go a whole month without sleep.


    Brant Fairbanks and others stayed here considering the ordinary disciples.


    But no one expected that in just one night, his ns werepletely disrupted!


    "Morning."


    When Brant Fairbanks led the disciples into the lobby, Julius Reed and enor Wood had already finished eating.


    "You guys go over there and have breakfast first, I want to chat with your senior brother." With that, Brant Fairbanks left the disciples and went over to sit beside Julius Reed.


    "Dean."


    Julius Reed and enor Wood nodded politely.


    After all, they were nominally disciples of Ocean Academy, and moreover the chief disciples.


    The respect owed to the dean still had to be given.


    "Once you leave here, head east. About a hundred kilometers, there’s a cave. Your uncle Ragnar Frost and junior sister Baylor Davenport are in that cave."


    Brant Fairbanks wrote two words on the table with his hand.


    Top secret.


    "Here, this contains specific details of your mission." While no one was paying attention, Brant Fairbanks took out a piece of paper from his pocket and secretly handed it to Julius Reed: "This matter concerns the reputation of the Academy. If you can aplish it, you will be my sessor."


    "Dean, I’m afraid I’m not up to such responsibilities."


    Julius Reed feigned reluctance: "Our Academy still has Vice Dean Tennyson Hawthorne, I’m new here, if the Dean values me so much, isn’t it just drawing attention to the tall tree that invites the wind!"


    Some things, you still have to y along.


    Acting isn’t something he hasn’t done before.


    "There’s no need for worry in that aspect." Brant Fairbanks felt a sense of relief, at least the other party wasn’t showing a rush for sess.


    If the young man named West Tower in front of him epted right away, it would have made him suspicious.


    "Ocean Academy respects strength. In fact, this is also true in the martial arts world. You and East Pavilion’s capabilities can even match some vice deans from the Academy. Besides, I’ve already given you the Academy’s strength pill, which clearly shows our emphasis on you!"


    After reassuring, Brant Fairbanks again handed over the piece of paper.


    "Dean..." Julius Reed showed difficulty and still didn’t take the paper.


    "What difficulties do you have, speak directly!" Brant Fairbanks patted his chest: "You epting this mission, I will definitely support you!"


    But in his heart, he was somewhat unsettled.


    Couldst night’s incident be another attempt to threaten him?


    Smart people need to have smart people’s awareness.


    An insatiable demand certainly brings about one’s demise!


    "Since the Dean is sincere with me, then I’ll speak my mind." Julius Reed frowned, asking worriedly: "Usually those who do such things get silenced. To tell the truth, for the Academy’s sake I can die. But if because of these things, I die without knowing why, I think the Dean should find someone else."


    Brant Fairbanks was first taken aback, then burst intoughter: "How could that be! Ocean Academy is an upright faction! Moreover, this mission, many people in the Academy know about. You only need to remember one thing, where there are people, there’s amunity. And once youplete this task, you will share honor and disgrace with me!"


    Clever enough!


    Brant Fairbanks coldly snorted in his heart.


    Death is certain.


    But not now.


    If silencing is needed, then it’s better to hand such a tricky matter to these two capable ’soon-to-be-dead’ individuals.


    A half-monthter, when the power in their bodies runs out, they will die in extreme pain.


    Perfect!


    He was actually in need of two such tools!


    Julius Reed naturally knew what he was up to.


    People in the Academy know?


    In this Academy, who isn’t wishing for his death?


    If he dies from an ident on the road, or gets killed by the so-called ck-wind Academy vendetta, wouldn’t it still go without exnation.


    Hypocrite!


    "Since that’s the case, I humbly ept!" Julius Reed pretended to be excited, stood up, put the paper into his bosom, and said: "Dean, take care!"


    "Wish you sess in your mission!" After Brant Fairbanks finished speaking, his eyes fell on enor Wood: "This young brother from East Pavilion, you stay with me first. When West Tower returns, then proceed to Demarco Mount."


    "This..." enor Wood despised hypocrites the most!


    And now he was asked to stay andmunicate with a hypocrite?


    "East Pavilion, wait for me to return!" Julius Reed patted enor Wood’s shoulder and turned to leave.


    The old fox actually worried that the two would slip away, so left someone behind!


    But given enor Wood’s skills, the old fox couldn’t do much.


    ...


    Leaving the hotel, Julius Reed mounted his Mont Horse.


    Coincidentally, many martial artists were leaving the hotel, heading towards the Boulevard Mountains.


    "Brother, what era is this, you’re still riding a horse?" Just as an off-road vehicle passed by, seeing Julius Reed flipping onto his horse, couldn’t help but lower the window andugh: "How about offering you a ride?"


    Those leaving from here, nine times out of ten, were heading to the Boulevard Mountains.


    Many martial artists with a good chat would travel together.


    This time, it was an upheaval in the martial arts world, once in a thousand years!


    Thest time, it was Pendleton’s establishment, causing quite a stir.


    As a result, Julius Reed hadn’t even heard of it.


    But in the martial arts world, daring to challenge the authority of the Holy Lord was quite remarkable.


    Though the martial arts world cherished ancient martial arts, what they wore were mostly long robes, their lifestyle had long modernized.


    Take automobiles, for example.


    The martial artist asking questions sat in a modified off-road vehicle, mocking Julius Reed for riding a horse.


    To him, this seemed too low-status.


    "Thank you for your kind offer, but I prefer horseback riding." Julius Reed sat on horseback, not caring about these people’s gaze.


    Ignorant.


    This is a Mont Horse!


    Not everyone can ride it?


    "Haha, brother, I’ll follow behind you, when your horse can’t run anymore, I’ll buy it and eat horse meat!" With that, the man closed the window and drove the off-road vehicle away.


    Snow had fallen all night.


    The wind was strong!


    When Whitaker Dog left, to prevent being pursued, arranged for the mourners to pile up a thick snow wall at the entrance.


    "Damn!"


    The man stopped the car, opened the door.


    Looking at the over two meters high mound of snow in front of him.


    Then looked at his forty-centimeter high car chassis.


    Although raised, it seemed not enough!


    How to cross this!


    Behind him, some other martial artists also stopped, preparing to clear the snow.


    "Move aside!"


    Suddenly, Julius Reed spoke.


    No time for these people to turn back!


    All they saw was—


    A shadow shed overhead!


    The Mont Horse took a leap!


    Jumped over two meters high snow wall, disappearing from everyone’s sight.


    "This is... a heavenly horse!" The cigarette dropped from the off-road vehicle driver’s mouth.


    Mouth agape.


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