Legend told of his bitter enmity with the Black Lotus Sect, never once showing mercy to its adherents. "He...he's Martial Saint?" Poseidon's mind reeled into stupefaction as shrill terror contorted his features. Without hesitation, he too turned to flee, drenched in a cold sweat.One man, one title – yet enough to paralyze two formidable foes with dread. Likely only Martial Saint could inspire such reaction. "A pack of vermin plotting against me, and you think to flee?" The unassuming man's eyes flashed with arctic chill as he moved, a blur.Before Poseidon could gather his wits, that imposing figure loomed before him. Too swift – a sweeping palm struck, effortlessly swatting him skyward like swatting a gnat. Fragile, pitiful – a mere flick of the wrist from a colossus against a child.With a muted thump, Poseidon crumpled unconscious, his mask shattering upon impact."No!" Vulcan shrieked in horror, eyes bulging as one of similar prowess was rendered a beaten wretch with trivial e
The master he spoke of remained a shadowy enigma. Jason's sole impression was of profound mystery, ignorant of that elder's identity or current whereabouts.That curative prowess, those arcane disciplines – all had issued from that source, whose mastery likely rivaled even Martial Saint's renown."Very well, I expected as much – you declined me once before, after all." Martial Saint shrugged dismissively. "But if you ever change your mind, you need only say the word." "He...he actually refused? More than once?" Vulcan's mind reeled, utterly dumbstruck. To reject Martial Saint's offer of tutelage? Such folly defied comprehension!Were word of this to spread, the outcry would be deafening – to spurn such a peerless opportunity branded one as woefully short-sighted, unworthy of the privilege.To serve as Martial Saint's disciple eluded most; even tending to his most mundane needs would be an honor to die for!"Enough of that. How did you come to be here? Wait – you witnessed the match?
Susan could only shake her head in bemused exasperation. "Well, what did you make of this Mr. Gray? Is he your type?" Her words brought a flush of crimson to Emily's cheeks as she bashfully confessed, "More or less. A real man – the very embodiment of the heroic ideal I've envisioned." "Compared to that Edward Reed, Mr. Gray outshines him a hundredfold. I'm resolved – having encountered someone so captivating, I cannot let this chance slip away. This Mr. Gray, I must have him for my own!""Cough...cough..." Jason nearly choked, utterly dumbstruck.What madness was this? Emily intended to pursue Martial Saint's disciple – his own alter ego? This abrupt revelation left his mind reeling. Surely the script had deviated wildly off course!"Emily, perhaps you should reconsider," he coughed delicately, offering mild dissuasion. "I thought brash, uncouth types held no appeal for you?"Susan too concurred – such matters warranted grave deliberation lest mere infatuation obscure pragmatic j
Catching his boastful tone, Jason sighed and shook his head. "Dad, you've been duped - it's a ploy. You think you profited, but they intentionally preyed on your overconfidence, baiting a self-proclaimed expert like yourself.""Moreover, the real 'Bamboo in Ink' sold for $5 million years ago. This one cannot be authentic!"Jason spoke with conviction not because the painting was his, but a gift from a sycophant years past. He had merely glanced at it before stowing it away, having little interest - but he knew no one would dare deceive him with a forgery."$5 million?" James Brown and Mary Martinez cried out, one aghast, the other thunderstruck."Impossible! My eye cannot be so mistaken! Look at the brushwork, the spirit, the verve - every leaf rendered with genius only Wen Tong could achieve! It cannot be a fake!""And how could you, a worthless fool, know of the 'Bamboo in Ink' auction before I did? Do you imagine your information supersedes mine?" James Brown raged, more desperate
"What brings you gentlemen here today? Some rare find, perhaps?" the clerk mocked brazenly."Pah, a 'find'? You mock us, swindlers - selling counterfeits to defraud me!" James Brown flushed crimson with rage at the taunting tone."Sir, such baseless accusations are unbecoming," the clerk raised his voice derisively. "A willing buyer, a willing seller - we forced nothing upon you. If you purchased a forgery, it merely exposes your own lack of expertise. A sore loser's bleating holds no weight here!"Scenarios like this were hardly novel, yet those seeking recompense inevitably slunk away, cowed by this establishment's formidable clout. At the moment of purchase, they fancied themselves cunning - but it was a devious stratagem ensnaring the gullible and foolish. How could such windfalls simply fall into your lap? Your ilk was the very prey being hunted."You...!" James Brown's face purpled, yet he could muster no retort, a raging fire smoldering within.Observing this, Jason interjected
Joshua could scarcely contain his disbelief - he had witnessed the assassin Bamboo Snake, that ruthless killer ranked 36th on the hit list with a nigh-infallible record, mark Jason for death.In his eyes, Jason was a dead man, at the very least vanished from this realm. Yet there he stood, in the flesh - as though beholding a specter, sending a chill down Joshua's spine. This defied all logic!"You...are you man or spirit?" Joshua cried out in shock.Jason replied evenly, "What do you think? If I said I wished to drag you to hell for a sojourn, would you believe me?"Those ominous words drained the color from Joshua's face as realization dawned - this fiend yet lived, leaving but one plausible explanation:Bamboo Snake had inexplicably spared his life! No other possibility remained."Hmph, so it seems you fortuitously clung to life," Joshua scoffed coldly. "No matter - it saves me the trouble of settling my brother's score with you."Amid their exchange, the others looked on bewilde
Those simple words seemed to release the tension crackling in the air, as the wizened figure - the legendary old Mr. Reed whose very name shook Central Area - exhaled deeply, yet his demeanor remained one of profound deference."I am Tony Reed, come to beg Mr. Gray's august pardon and indulgence, to spare my Reed family further severity."THUNDERSTRUCK!Those words detonated like a bolt of lightning obliterating Joshua's capacity for rational thought, leaving him gaping in stunned disbelief.What in damnation was transpiring here? Had his eyes not deceived him, the former Reed patriarch - a scion of one of Central Area's preeminent clans, the upper echelon's ruling elite surpassed only by the likes of the Turner dynasty - was beseeching Jason for clemency? Begging mercy for their entire illustrious family?This beggared belief, defying all reason - had he not recognized that wizened countenance, he would have deemed the man an imposter! Yet Jason remained unmoved, regarding the sup
"This black market holds no further purpose," Jason decreed coldly. "Return all prior ill-gotten gains, for if word reaches me of any future frauds, you and your execrable den shall be extinguished as one!" His words carried the full weight of the genuine masterwork's rightful custodian - though a mere collectible to him, its sanctity could never be profaned."Did you hear me?" The old patriarch's eyes bored into them punishingly."Y-yes, of course! I swear obedience - never again shall I transgress!" Foster bobbed his bulbous features feverishly.Joshua too was drenched in cold sweat, only collapsing in relief once Jason and the old patriarch had departed - that surreal spectacle seeming a waking dream.Yet one question gnawed... why had old Mr. Reed shown such deference to Jason, that seeming wastrel? Unless...he was acquainted with the Stewart patriarch himself? If the Stewarts had allied with Martial Saints through matrimony, their might dwarfed even the venerable Reeds. If old