<h4>Chapter 1733: Chapter 1733: Coincidence</h4>
The north wind whistled!
Han Caldwell walked on the snow.
Every step was exceedingly difficult!
He frowned, his expression grave!
Underestimated the enemy, careless!
Cost him an arm!
Since leaving Swimming City, this was the first time Han Caldwell suffered such a severe injury!
But the Undead Tribe’s self-healing ability is truly astounding.
Even with a severed arm, it can still recover quickly.
Yet, what frightened Han Caldwell the most was the ckened marks on the wound.
The muscles that should have healed rapidly seemed withered,pletely lifeless.
Recalling the two ckened des in Logan Channing’s hands, his face turned somber!
"What on earth is that thing!"
Not only did he fail to find evidence of Ocean Academy’s collusion with the outside, but he also lost an arm, utterly humiliated!
"Mr. Caldwell, will those people catch up?"
The few martial artists apanying him shivered with fear.
They were all Grandmasters, yet after witnessing those terrifyingly powerful monsters, their courage had broken entirely.
They kept looking back, terrified that the monsters would catch up.
"Are you afraid?" Han Caldwell frowned slightly, halting his steps.
"Even you weren’t a match for them, how could we not be afraid!" A martial artist’s offhand remark stirred a murderous intent within Han Caldwell.
No doubt, once they returned, news of him having an arm severed and fleeing in panic would spread like wildfire!
By then, the Caldwell Family’s influence would diminish even further!
Han Caldwell himself would be unable tomand respect.
Though it was negligence, outsiders wouldn’t ponder that.
This group of martial artists would surely believe Han Caldwell was incapable!
The worst oue might be that the martial artists who originally intended to join his grand enterprise would flock to Demarco Mount.
"I have a way to ensure you don’t have to worry about being killed by them." A hint of malice shed across Han Caldwell’s pale face.
He despised such cowardly people the most!
"Mr. Caldwell, what is your way?" Hearing this, the martial artists’ eyes immediately lit up.
They hade this time to strengthen their rtionship with Han Caldwell and make a good impression.
But who would have thought that the mighty Han Caldwell would stumble!
Had an arm severed!
Fled in defeat!
Two of theirpanions were dead.
The gruesome death of the warrior in the yellow robe was shocking!
Remembering it now, all of them felt a tinge of fear.
Looking at the martial artists in front of him, Han Caldwell couldn’t help but sneer coldly: "As long as you die by my hands, no one else can kill you."
Just as those words fell!
Before the martial artists could react!
Han Caldwell swung his hand!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bodies of the martial artists burst into a cloud of blood mist.
Fell to the ground.
Died.
To the very end, they couldn’t believe the reality.
Han Caldwell had actually killed them with his own hands.
"Sorry, I can’t allow myself to be utterly humiliated!"
Looking at the corpses on the ground, covered in blood, Han Caldwell sighed and left with big strides!
In many situations, there are no choices.
To achieve great things, one must be ruthless and harsh!
After two kilometers.
Han Caldwell suddenly caught the scent of blood.
He warily looked around, quickly locking onto the direction the smell wasing from!
Unbelievably—
About seven hundred meters away, there was a pile of corpses!
Han Caldwell ran swiftly, reaching the corpses in the blink of an eye.
"People from Ocean Academy?"
He looked closely!
All familiar faces!
Without exception, these were all disciples from Ocean Academy.
Remembering Tennyson Hawthorne had brought disciples, Han Caldwell couldn’t help but bend down and check the wounds.
Dead?
Who did it?
Wasn’t Tennyson Hawthorne just out here?
How did so many die!
Each corpse Han Caldwell checked carefully.
After all, this matter was too bizarre!
There was no corpse of Tennyson Hawthorne on the ground, only young disciples from the academy.
As for the cause of death, each had a sword through the throat!
Died cleanly and decisively!
The footprints on the ground had long be indistinct due to the wind and snow.
"A sword?"
He lifted his head, seeing three swords stuck in the snow.
Han Caldwell reached out his only hand, grabbed a sword, and pulled it from the snow!
Carefully observing!
"Master, ck-wind Academy is too cunning! We’ve chased twice, but couldn’t catch up!"
Right then, while pursuing ck-wind Academy, Tennyson Hawthorne led a few disciples across the snow.
Returning empty-handed, their pace had slowed considerably.
"Where did the junior brothers go! We split up here and returned now, yet haven’t seen them! We’ll need to deal with this bunch of ckers once back!"
"Quite so, this group didn’t move at all, perhaps?"
As they spoke.
One of them suddenly noticed Han Caldwell.
"Principal, look!"
Tennyson Hawthorne, initially dejected and preupied.
Upon hearing the disciple, immediately raised his head.
"Han Caldwell!"
He instantly spotted Han Caldwell standing in the snow!
Han Caldwell clutching a sword, turned his head almost simultaneously.
Their eyes met!
"Han Caldwell, what are you doing!"
Swish!
Tennyson Hawthorne squinted and sprinted forward!
Seeing the ground full of corpses, his heart pained sharply!
These were the young disciples who came with him!
Now, all dead!
Looking again at Han Caldwell!
Covered in blood, missing an arm!
With his only hand, holding a sword!
A sword soaked in blood!
"Junior brothers!"
The remaining disciples ran over, entirely stunned.
The junior brothers they were journeying with not long ago were all dead.
Sprawled haphazardly on the ground.
"Han Caldwell, how dare you kill our academy’s disciples!"
Tennyson Hawthorne unsheathed his sword directly!
Struck in mid-air!
The swing was filled with fury!
"It wasn’t me!" Han Caldwell growled, raising his sword to meet!
ng!
The two swords collided!
Sparks flew!
"Still denying it!" Tennyson Hawthorne was blinded by rage, nearly giving it his all!
Failed in pursuing ck-wind Academy, he was already full of frustration and anger!
Now, his disciples were killed by Han Caldwell!
As the deputy headmaster, Tennyson Hawthorne erupted instantly!
Sword glints shed continuously!
Han Caldwell wanted to exin, but Tennyson Hawthorne gave him no chance to do so!
The loss of an arm severely impacted him!
Within just a few seconds, Tennyson Hawthorne’s sword was closing in!
Pfff!
Finally!
A sword pierced through Han Caldwell’s throat!
"I told you, I didn’t kill them!"
Crunch!
Han Caldwell released the longsword in his hand, grabbing directly onto Tennyson Hawthorne’s sword!
With a fierce twist!
The longsword broke!
And Han Caldwell’s throat wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Speaking of which, I must ask you!" He pointed at Tennyson Hawthorne, his face extremely grim: "What is Ocean Academy sneaking out at night for? Are you colluding with outsiders to kill me? As for this, isn’t it just a pretext to frame me!"
"You piece of shit!" Tennyson Hawthorne, blinded by rage, cared for nothing: "Even if you are from the Undead Tribe, I’m taking your head off!"
Beheading is usually reasonable, but these words hit Han Caldwell’s ears.
Completely different!
When intercepting the emperor earlier, his Undead Tribe legion was beheaded and burned to death!
"So it was indeed you all!" Han Caldwell’s body emitted a chill immediately.
The chill caused the falling snowkes to freeze in mid-air!