Yet in Jason's eyes, this so-called Master reeked of dilution, a mere impostor parading in borrowed grandeur. A true Martial Arts Master embodied the zenith of a single, supreme discipline – the ultimate manifestation of one's limits transcended.Mankind's ceaseless quest to surpass its own boundaries.Wretches like Black Sheep amounted to naught but half-measures relying on deception and fortuitous circumstance to prevail.One guided by Albert's tutelage could extinguish his feeble spark with a mere flick of the wrist. For he had achieved mastery over not one, but three lost, consummate arts. Truly, an unfathomable powerhouse."So it is you, after all!" Jason's feigned astonishment rang hollow, for he had merely voiced his suspicion as a trial – never anticipating the assassin's outright confirmation, having never crossed paths with the infamous Black Sheep prior.As the words escaped his lips, dread dawned across the wizened features. "Fuck, I've been had!"Black Sheep's face darke
"How many of these azure jade pendants does your sect currently possess?" Jason suddenly asked."I don't know the exact number, but at least two or three, I believe. I remember, five years ago in Emerald City, one was found by one of the Four Dread Preceptors, that madman Evil Doctor, who brought it back," Black Sheep grew increasingly feeble."Evil Doctor?" Jason's eyes lit up. So it was that depraved medical deviant who harmed Natalie, chasing after the jade fragments!"What do you know about him? Tell me everything, where is he now?" A chilling glint flickered in Jason's eyes.However, Black Sheep's breathing grew labored, his face, lips, and complexion turning deathly pale as his eyelids drooped, the strength in his hands waning as if struck by a grave illness."You...cough cough, you may defeat me, but you cannot best the deviants and madmen of the sect. Wait and see, they will come for you, and that will be your death sentence. No matter your identity, there is no escape!""You.
However, his first impressions were usually accurate. He wondered who this young master was and where he had come from."Mom, who's this? What's the emergency that made you call me back so urgently? Do you have any idea how important the project I'm working on is?" Susan frowned.Before Mary Martinez could respond, the arrogant young man snorted derisively, "Tch, what project could be more important than the Turner family? A mere second-rate woman from a minor household, daring to make me wait so long. How presumptuous of you!""The Turner family? One of the ten great families of Central Area?" Jason was taken aback, but the man's arrogant demeanor did bear a resemblance to Matt Turner's haughty air of superiority."Hmph, apart from the Turner family, what other clan dares claim that title? There is only one Turner family in Central Area - the foremost family!" The young man exuded an air of utmost pride and glory.Mary Martinez and Susan were beside themselves with excitement, eagerl
Yet Susan trembled with rage, appalled that her mother could debase herself so shamelessly for status and wealth, an utter disappointment. A moment's thought should make it clear that nothing of worth comes without cost. Even gaining entry to a noble house, what then? Was Ashley's plight something to envy?Fred Price's arrogant demeanor clearly revealed his intent to take advantage.At that moment, Jason regarded Fred Price with a mix of anger and amusement, "A mere lackey, yet you carry yourself with such lofty airs. Do you even qualify to claim nobility? You're nothing more than a dog kept by the Turner family!""Let alone you, even Matt Turner wouldn't dare utter such grandiose, narcissistic words in my presence!"He was truly infuriated and amused. For a lackey to behave with such outrageous arrogance, issuing commands so shamelessly - it was pure insolence enabled by association."Well said!" Susan and Grace Diaz cheered approvingly.They could scarcely fathom such shamelessness
A relentless barrage of vicious blows rained down, leaving the witnesses gaping in stunned disbelief, the brutality too horrific to behold. Too cruel! Too merciless! In an instant, he was beaten like a dead dog.Mary Martinez stood petrified, her face ashen as she retreated, screaming in terror lest this madman Jason drag her into the fray as well. Her shrill cries seemed to rouse her from her daze.This Mr. Price did indeed seem rather unsavory. Yet, regardless, he was a member of the Turner family. To strike him was unthinkable! They were doomed, having utterly offended the Turners!Susan and Grace Diaz, however, wore expressions of grim satisfaction, venting their pent-up fury. Such a despicable man deserved far worse. Yet none noticed the strange, suspicious gaze observing it all from the doorway..."Stop, aargh, please stop beating me, spare my life! My legs, aaahh...no more..." "I won't dare anymore, I was wrong, forgive me, I truly...won't dare disobey again." Fred Price w
Outside, Mary Martinez watched James Brown emerge, her face twisted with smug satisfaction. Hmph! You think you can defy me? I have ways to torment you both. Even if no matchmaking occurs, I won't let you be at peace.She clutched a set of keys - duplicates she had secretly made of Jason's room. Locks would avail them nothing."Hmph, dare threaten me? Dream on if you think you can lay a hand on my daughter..."On the other side, Grace Diaz sighed heavily. She had witnessed everything, but it was not her place to interfere in the couple's affairs. Mary Martinez's tactics were truly lacking in virtue.She could not fathom why Mary Martinez insisted on opposing Jason, on suppressing him at every turn.In her eyes, Jason surpassed that Fred Price by countless times, at least in character and demeanor - qualities difficult to find. To have such a son-in-law would be a dream come true."Alas, blind to the blessings before you, so foolish..."The next day, after a night of disturbances, Mary
Her tirade escalated, "Insolent wretch! Shall I dismiss you from these premises at once? What are you gawking at? Hurry and fetch me medicine...ah, the agonizing pain..."Grace Diaz remained silent, unwilling to provoke further wrath, obediently retrieving the medicine, acutely aware of this woman's mercurial temperament. Her sole concern was to avoid causing Jason any distress.Unbeknownst to her, the debt she had labored to repay had been owed to Jason himself, who harbored no intention of demanding recompense.Witnessing this scene, James Brown could only shake his head in resignation, recognizing the utter unreasonableness of her outburst. When had Grace Diaz mocked her? He had observed the entire exchange, her sincere offer to fetch medicine met with unwarranted derision.This woman's volatility seemed to escalate with each passing day, yet he dared not intervene, fearing the consequences of provoking her ire.As Grace Diaz returned with the medicine and ice, she realized her ove
Her depravity, however, remained unaltered. As night fell, the restless Mary prowled about, a veritable beacon in the darkness. Unsurprisingly, her antics culminated in swollen cheeks and feverish affliction the next day, her inflamed visage impervious even to ice packs.Jason shook his head, unwilling to dwell on her plight. For the day had arrived - the long-awaited clash between him and Albert, the illustrious Northern Faction Martial Arts Master, a battle that had set the martial arts world abuzz.Serene amidst the swirling maelstrom, Jason's sole intent was to validate his prowess. Albert would prove a formidable adversary, and the impending contest beckoned.The clash had sent shockwaves through Emerald City, aristocratic families and financial titans converging in droves. An unforeseen boon, the city's GDP soaring higher than any celebrity could propel it.Yet opinions on the outcome were near-unanimous: the Martial Saint's impetuous disciple, overestimating his abilities, had