<strong>Chapter 1741: Chapter 1741: No One Dares to Challenge</strong>
Morning.
Boulevard Mountain.
Han Caldwell stood at the center of the Dark Moon Pce, draped in a white robe.
Seated below him were the People of Caldwell’s family.
Among them were Hayden Caldwell and Olindo Caldwell.
These two had already be signature figures.
The sisters disliked being treated asmodities but had no choice.
“Everyone, today’s grand event must not fail! Stay alert and let not even a fly slip through, understand?”
Han Caldwell held one hand behind his back, his tone icy!
He had been awake all night!
The severed limb showed no signs of regenerating.
Hands are crucial for a Martial Artist.
Having lost an arm, Han Caldwell’s capabilities suffered a heavy blow.
Fortunately, the injury was only charred and hadn’t worsened.
It suggested that the sword could sever his arm purely due to the material involved.
Nothing else.
Han Caldwell was transformed midway into an Undead Tribe member, not a native.
Thus, he wasn’t fully knowledgeable about the Undead Tribe.
He decided to consult with Sutton after the alliance meeting, to see if there’s a way to restore his arm.
Yet those who severed his arm in the snowy mountain hadn’t leftst night.
The Undead Tribe patrolled tirelessly, finding nothing abnormal outside.
However, Pendleton’s people had dozens killed at Caldwell’s ce.
Not a trace of the murderer was seen.
“Mr. Caldwell, I’ve stationed ambushes everywhere. Every path leading to Caldwell’s is under our watch. Once the event begins, I’ll personally lead patrols!”
A minor leader stepped up, fists sped, speaking withplete confidence.
“Good! Once the meeting concludes, rewards await!” Han Caldwell nodded approvingly, looking at a young man beside him.
“Stay sharp. Don’t let your cover be blown likest time!”
Sitting next to him was the fake Sacred Master.
A member of the Undead Tribe.
“Last time it was just Boulevard Mountain people, I could handle it. But this time, it’s all Martial Artists from across the realm, don’t slip up!”
Han Caldwell’s face was grim.
The alliance meeting had been especially troublesome.
Now an Undead Tribe member, he had lost an arm.
Even if those Martial Artists said nothing, there would surely be private gossip!
“Got it.” The man posing as the Sacred Master replied impatiently, his tone dismissive.
On the surface, he was still the Sacred Master.
Attended to daily.
He livedfortably.
Seeing his nonchnt attitude, Han Caldwell’s anger boiled.
But with the event approaching, he had to suppress his anger: “This is crucial! No negligence!”
“Understood.” The fake Sacred Master answered irritatively.
“Let’s go!”
Han Caldwell checked the time, unwilling to argue further.
On the gigantic stone tform.
The crowd bustled noisily.
Whether from Boulevard Mountain’s martial families or sects from all over the world drawn by fame, they all gathered, gossiping.
“Look, it’s the Sacred Master!”
An observant sect from afar spotted a white-robed youth approaching, apanied by the Caldwell’s people, and quickly guessed his identity.
The noise gradually diminished.
Until it was silent.
Nearly a thousand eyes fixed intently on that distant group.
Sacred Master?
Was that the Sacred Master?
The once-tyrannical ruler of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?
Previously, they only heard tales.
Now they could finally witness it firsthand.
Soon, the group sat down.
The young man iming to be the Sacred Master took the central seat.
Han Caldwell sat beside him, positioned lower.
And steward Preston Caldwell moved to the front stage, announcing the official start of the event!
This supposed alliance was, in essence, apetition for various sects to showcase their skills.
The winner would spar with Han Caldwell.
Defeating Han Caldwell would earn the Alliance Hierarch seat.
And ess to the Caldwell’s library, choosing five books freely.
Even those in the top five would receive rewards!
The “spar” was Han Caldwell’s means of intimidating the realm’s sects into submission.
After Preston Caldwell announced the rules and rewards, there was an uproar below.
Especially at hearing the victor among the younger generation could marry Miss Caldwell.
The Martial Arts prodigies were excited!
“It’s a pity that the age requirement for Martial Artists is too absurd. Only under thirty and must be Grandmaster level.”
“Indeed, our lifespan spans centuries, and thirty is merely the start of life. The requirement is unreasonable.”
Many older Martial Artistsined.
But young Martial Artists were eager!
“Miss Caldwell deserves a young talent, not an elderly suitor, doesn’t she?”
“Look! It’s Miss Caldwell!”
Olindo Caldwell and Hayden Caldwell appearedst.
Both were meticulously dressed.
After all, one of thepetition’s rewards was themselves.
They dazzled everyone upon entrance!
The older sighed regretfully.
The young swallowed hard.
Even Han Caldwell couldn’t help but nce repeatedly.
“West Tower, I heard you fancy Olindo Caldwell?”
Brant Fairbanks asked with a smile.
Ocean Academy’s location was at the front, among the top sects’ seats.
Despite nearly falling out with Han Caldwell, in the presence of half the world’s Martial Artists, Han Caldwell had to seat the academy upfront, albeit reluctantly.
“I like them both.” Julius Reed lounged in his chair, legs crossed: “Kids choose, adults take it all.”
“You really are… begging for a beating!” Brant Fairbanks couldn’t help but take a liking.
But regrettably.
That West Tower had been poisoned.
His days were numbered.
“Now I announce the beginning of the youthpetition!”
Preston Caldwell finished speaking.
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
The copper bell tolled three times.
Yet curiously.
No one stepped forward.
The empty arena showed not a soul.
“What’s happening…” Han Caldwell asked in a deep voice.
This surprise caught everyone off guard.
The Caldwell’s rewards were ample!
Not only could the victor choose one of the two youngdies, but a plethora of texts were offered!
Yet no one stepped forward?
Out of a thousand people, was there no interest?
“Sir, it’s likely due to Ocean Academy…” Preston Caldwell whispered: “After all, the other day, that West Tower killed the Shushan disciple, drove out Prescott Leopold, gaining a vicious reputation. Other talents were deterred on hearing this.”
“Absurd!”
Ocean Academy enraged Han Caldwell!
“We have two youngdies. Even if West Tower wins first, the second can still join Caldwell’s family!”
He had long conspired with Devlin, intending for West Tower to act, then have the Great Grandmaster in the library forge a text discrediting West Tower, ruining Ocean Academy’s reputation!
Thus, he didn’t fear that youth named West Tower today!
Instead, he anticipated.
“It’s rumored that West Tower dered he’d kill someone today.” Preston Caldwell whispered.
“This…” Han Caldwell took a deep breath, saying solemnly, “This can’t be left awkward! Go, have an Undead Tribe Grandmaster challenge him! If West Tower doesn’t fight back, announce thepetition’s end!”
If West Tower was first, second must lose to first.
First wanted to kill someone, they’d kill second.
No life, no beauty to pursue?
Not just the Caldwell’s family, even the sects below were surprised.
The atmosphere turned awkward instantly.
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