NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1750: Poisoned
The atmosphere on the arena plunged into another strange silence.
Brant Fairbanks was very surprised.
The Sword School is strong, and Franco Tennyson is even stronger.
But now, without even fighting, he kneels to beg for mercy?
Impossible!
Ansel Tennyson's body isn't even cold yet. No way Franco Tennyson would just let it slide.
But indeed, that's the reality.
Franco Tennyson raised his head, using his sword with difficulty to support his body.
His face was full of disbelief.
"Franco Tennyson, if you want to fight, then fight. What are you..." Brant Fairbanks didn't finish his sentence, suddenly feeling as if the power within him was completely drained.
He fainted all of a sudden.
Thud!
The dean of the Ocean Academy fell straight to the ground.
"What's going on! Is this what being a master means? Is this a duel that ordinary people like us can't understand? A battle of wills?"
Some Martial Artists, clueless, could only speculate wildly.
"I heard that the highest state in martial arts is Unity of Heaven and Man! Could it be that these two Great Grandmasters have transcended beyond the physical and can decide victory without lifting a finger?"
"Indeed, they are masters!"
No one could understand what was happening.
Many felt this was an exclusive form of competition for top-level Great Grandmasters.
"What do you know! A battle on the grand path is essentially a clash of fate." An unknown Martial Artist's words drew much attention.
"True masters need no fancy moves nor to raise a hand or foot. They only need to release their aura to determine the victor! In my view, these two Great Grandmasters probably both lost."
"Wow! You even know that! May I ask, elder, what is your level?"
The Martial Artists' eyes were full of admiration.
"Well, I'm not quite at the Grandmaster level yet. Maybe in a few more decades, I'll have a shot." The talking Martial Artist said smugly.
"Not even reached the Grandmaster level?" A Martial Artist questioned: "Then how did you get in? Could it be, sir, your skills aren't strong but your experience is rich? Otherwise, the Caldwell Family's alliance's minimum entry requirement is Grandmaster, you wouldn't be able to get in!"
"Haha! I manage, I manage. I was invited by the Caldwell Family to maintain order and serve everyone here." The Martial Artist explained with an embarrassed smile.
"And that is...?"
Everyone still couldn't understand.
"To put it plainly, I'm here to pick up trash."
...
While everyone was speculating, curious.
Han Caldwell sensed something was amiss.
A Great Grandmaster, how could they all collapse without making a move?
"Master Matthew Moore, have you noticed anything?" He looked toward Phinnaeus Moore.
"Strange, this is entirely illogical. Unless..." Halfway through his words, Phinnaeus Moore's face drastically changed: "This... we've been poisoned!"
After speaking, the renowned Great Grandmaster of the martial world immediately closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.
But it was of no use.
Brant Fairbanks and Franco Tennyson were the first to be poisoned because, once Absolute Dust entered their bodies, the two of them continually activated their spiritual power, causing the drug's effects to manifest early.
In contrast, Phinnaeus Moore and others, due to sitting still, experienced a slower onset of poisoning.
But they couldn't escape the fate of being poisoned!
"Attention, someone has poisoned us, we..." Han Caldwell had just stood up and was about to finish his sentence when he immediately felt powerless.
Damn it!
Soon, people in the venue started to collapse.
To avoid suspicion, Julius Reed sat on a chair, pretending to faint.
"Who did this!"
Phinnaeus Moore roared!
Absolute Dust only seals spiritual power within the body, a poisoned person can still speak.
"Han Caldwell, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless! You're in collusion with Demarco Mount, you're bringing those opposed to Demarco Mount together to eliminate them! We've all been fooled!"
Julius Reed shouted loudly.
Hearing this, the Martial Artists glared at Han Caldwell with venom in their eyes!
"How dare you trick us! If we don't die today, we will definitely crush you!"
"That's right! We were blind to trust you!"
"We won't let you go even as ghosts!"
Suddenly, the venue was in an uproar.
Han Caldwell wanted to explain, but he couldn't find a way.
Looking around, there was no one standing?
"Reserve team! Quickly, get the reserve team up here!"
Han Caldwell suddenly remembered, he had arranged for a group of Martial Artists around the arena to kill Julius Reed.
Now, these people could ensure Han Caldwell's safety.
Whoosh!
Soon, a small unit rushed out.
Each person wielding a knife, neatly dressed.
"Han Caldwell, you actually set a trap! Now, are you planning to kill us?" Brant Fairbanks lay on the arena, shouting.
The venue, which had just calmed down, erupted with the sectarians' angry curses.
It seemed everyone believed Han Caldwell was preparing a force to ambush them!
"Mr. Caldwell, long time no see!"
But at that moment.
Logan Channing, holding a small knife, walked leisurely onto the arena.
Behind him followed Whitaker Dog and others.
"It's you!"
Han Caldwell was shocked to see Logan Channing.
The poison had even infiltrated the Caldwell Family?
And no one noticed or realized?
Mind you, the people here today, at worst, are Grandmasters!
Even including Great Grandmasters like Phinnaeus Moore, they hadn't detected a thing.
To poison silently, and wield such a deadly weapon!
Han Caldwell's gaze turned somber, beginning to take deep breaths!
This poison could hold him for a while, but not for long!
Time!
He needed time!
And Phinnaeus Moore was also working to detoxify!
"Brant Fairbanks, this is all your doing! You came from the Ocean Academy to my Caldwell Family to aid from within to crush us and frame me!"
Han Caldwell shouted with his eyes closed.
He had to let everyone know the truth.
"Han Caldwell, don't rush just yet."
Logan Channing glanced at the Undead Tribe warriors ahead, waving his hand: "Take them out."
As soon as he finished speaking, Whitaker Dog and his companions charged forth!
Boom!
They clutched small daggers, disposing of the Undead Tribe warriors with a single encounter!
The daggers, gifted by the priest before departure, were meant to deal with the Undead Tribe.
The daggers pierced their hearts, leaving little hope for those warriors.
With the first batch dead, the rest were gripped by deep fear, promptly turning to flee for their lives!
Han Caldwell's much-anticipated guards scattered instantly.
"I want to show everyone something." Logan Channing raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
A bulky man carried a 150-inch display onto the arena.
"Vixen, if you're going to kill us, just do it, what's with the theatrics!"
Some Martial Artists cursed angrily.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful vixen?" Logan Channing was unfazed, smiling.
"Haha, how about I call you a little fairy, will you let me live then?"
The Martial Artist instantly lost all confidence.
"I never said I would kill you." Logan Channing inserted a USB into the display, and the venue immediately started playing footage.
"My God. No wonder those Martial Artists didn't return yesterday, turns out it was Han Caldwell who killed them!"
"What a beast! A hypocrite!"
"Horrifying!"
On the screen, was footage of Han Caldwell silencing the Grandmasters who returned with him the previous night.
"Kill Han Caldwell!"
"Scum of the martial arts world!"
Suddenly, thunderous curses rose up!
Han Caldwell's heart pounded.
Careless!
They left evidence!
This alliance is ruined!
"Is the one sitting in the center the Holy Master? I've long admired his renown, looking forward to meeting him today."
On the arena.
Logan Channing smiled faintly, and walked towards the central section of the stands.