NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1749: Kneel
The father and son of the Sword Sect fighting together is already against the rules.
As soon as they stepped onto the arena, the phrase 'life and death are determined by fate' was spoken by Franco Tennyson.
And it was just recently said.
The phrase 'decide the outcome, also decide life and death' was spoken by Ansel Tennyson.
Yet Ansel Tennyson himself has already fallen.
He died a miserable death.
On the young martial arena, a renowned martial artist like Franco Tennyson from the Sword Sect's leadership should not even appear!
He should act as a commentator, as a senior!
Ignoring arena rules and directly challenging the victor is utterly disgraceful!
Yet strangely, no one intervened.
Han Caldwell even had a hint of anticipation.
Emperor Charlotte Grey equally enjoyed the spectacle without fearing any trouble, pondering how to find Devlin instead of focusing on how to end such a farcical event.
Phinnaeus Moore hesitated for a moment, but to intervene at this time would only offend Franco Tennyson, publicly standing against the Boulevard Sword Sect, and might not even be able to stop him.
Completely thankless.
It is said that seniors will nurture the younger generation.
But that's only when the younger generation is incapable of surpassing the seniors.
Watching coldly is the norm.
The rest of the martial artists in the venue are unrelated to this person named West Tower.
In their hearts, there is only envy, jealousy, and hatred!
If any sect has such a disciple, it will directly leap to become a top sect!
If it can't be obtained, it must be destroyed!
The sword, getting closer and closer!
In a state of rage, Franco Tennyson was determined to kill, exhibiting mastery in the Path of Weaponry!
Swearing to avenge his son!
Yet Julius Reed walked as if nothing happened, unhurriedly.
As if completely unaware of the approaching danger!
Ten meters!
Nine meters!
Eight meters!
...
The sword, getting closer and closer!
Boom!
But suddenly!
An invisible barrier appeared behind Julius Reed!
The Longsword met resistance and began to tremble!
"Franco Tennyson, do you have no regard for the rules? As the leader of the Sword Sect, a well-known figure in the martial world, you actually attack a junior! What kind of Grandmaster are you! What kind of man are you!"
A shadow flashed by!
Brant Fairbanks instantly appeared behind Julius Reed!
He fiercely pressed down!
Crack!
Dozens of Longswords shattered directly!
Then, Brant Fairbanks forcefully swung his sleeve!
A strong wind directly dispersed!
Unprepared, Franco Tennyson staggered back over a dozen steps!
"Han Caldwell, let me ask you, is this event to recruit talents or to eliminate them?" Brant Fairbanks pointed directly at Han Caldwell, showing no mercy: "A Young Master adorned with three paths is a treasure! Yet you watched as Franco Tennyson came to kill him! If you ask me, you're not recruiting talents at all; you're trying to kill them!"
With these words, the martial artists began to discuss privately.
They hadn't thought much before, but now it seemed that if some talent was to be killed because of it, it was too terrifying.
"Brant Fairbanks! Don't slander me, I..." Han Caldwell wore a gloomy face, not knowing what to say.
"Old thing, you're talking nonsense!" Brant Fairbanks gave Han Caldwell no face at all: "How long has it been since Franco Tennyson made his move? Aside from sitting there watching, have you stepped in to stop it? If you can't even ensure the safety of the participants, what right do you have to be the host!"
"I..." Han Caldwell only thought of eliminating West Tower, not considering so much.
Everyone could see it, and he really had no way to argue.
"I think, does participating still require a background? Or is it that the rankings are predetermined? If that's true, don't take martial artists from all over the world for fools! Is this first place only for Ansel Tennyson, and does everyone else who takes it have to die?"
Since it was already falling apart, Brant Fairbanks didn't mind attacking Han Caldwell's prestige at this time.
"Old thing, what's your relationship with Franco Tennyson? Could it be that your Caldwell Family is just a dog bred by the Boulevard Sword Sect? You've been sabotaged on your own turf, and you dare not let out a single word! I see that Han Caldwell's lost not just an arm, but the backbone of a man!"
At these words, the crowd uproared!
This was public humiliation, a personal attack!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, being insulted like this, what face was left for the host!
"Brant Fairbanks, you're too much!" Han Caldwell restrained himself!
But losing the backbone of a man made him even more pained!
The Undead Tribe, not men.
Poked at his scar, Han Caldwell really wanted to go down and have a fight!
But if he stepped down, the alliance would inevitably collapse!
How would he contend with Demarco Mount then?
Contend with Sutton?
Contend with the Emperor?
But if he endures, he really can't take it!
"Franco Tennyson, you're no better! A sore loser! From top to bottom, the Boulevard Sword Sect is full of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong!"
Brant Fairbanks pointed at Franco Tennyson, rebuking: "When your son was killing, no one came to seek revenge! Wasn't it your son who said 'decide the outcome, also decide life and death'? West Tower didn't want to kill your son; it was your son who shamelessly ambushed!"
Franco Tennyson's face turned steel blue, his whole body trembling!
"An old dog births a little dog, pah!"
Brant Fairbanks spat on the ground.
Three paths adorned indeed!
While still alive, he must be well utilized.
Once he returns, Brant Fairbanks plans to assign Julius Reed to assassinate a martial arts master; even if it doesn't kill, it can at least cause severe harm!
Then he can seize the opportunity to take over the academy!
Complete his grand plan!
How could such a tool be wasted?
Now Franco Tennyson coming to kill West Tower would cost him his life?
Julius Reed understood this very well and waited without making a move, watching the old fox turn on each other like dogs fighting.
Sure enough, Brant Fairbanks couldn't sit still, no longer pretending to be unconscious, directly flying to the venue.
"Brant Fairbanks!" Franco Tennyson couldn't endure it, but if he continued to make a move, the Sword Sect's face would be completely lost!
If he didn't act, how could he swallow this breath?
"Franco Tennyson, don't you want to fight? Fine! I will accompany you!" Brant Fairbanks fiercely swung his sleeve, pointing at Franco Tennyson: "Come on, we'll fight!"
Originally, according to the plan, there was indeed a sparring session among renowned Great Grandmasters.
But the significance of this session was to boost Han Caldwell's prestige.
Now, it seemed that the entire alliance had nothing to do with the Caldwell Family, with Brant Fairbanks and Franco Tennyson instead becoming the protagonists.
"If you want to fight, then fight!"
Franco Tennyson was filled with resentment, brimming with murderous intent!
The future of the Sword Sect, the son he had painstakingly cultivated for years, died just like that!
Franco Tennyson wished to kill everyone at Ocean Academy!
"Come!"
Brant Fairbanks crossed his hands, fiercely lifted them upwards!
Buzz!
A faint mirage appeared in the center of the two!
"It's the Scholar's Way!"
"To think, the head of Ocean Academy is a master of the Scholar's Way!"
The martial artists engaged in lively discussions.
The Scholar's Way is not difficult, but it's very rare.
Julius Reed sat in his chair, squinting his eyes. This old fox had actually cultivated the Scholar's Way.
"My sword specializes in killing scholars!" Franco Tennyson's sleeve revealed a thin Longsword.
"Come fight!"
Screech!
But as soon as he stepped forward, he dropped to one knee, showing a face of horror!