Chapter 510: So What if You’re a Genius
A loud shout suddenly drew the attention of countless people.
Erson Hols quickly turned around, coldly casting his gaze in the direction of the sound.
When he saw who it was, an iciness and amusent flashed across his face.
“Ethan Smith?” Hols once-over Ethan, smiling faintly, “What brings you here?”
“What I do is none of your bloody business.” Ethan retorted callously.
Undeterred, Hols responded with amusent, “I recall the last ti I saw you, you were rely a master… Or even just a grandmaster?”
“Now, I’m your father,” Ethan jeered.
“Ethan, I knew from the outset that you and Miss Taylor were dood to end. It turns out I was right.” Hols continued.
“I’m with your mother, it’s none of your business.” Ethan snorted.
Eventually, Hols couldn’t endure any longer.
His face darkened, and he coldly retorted, “Ethan, you used to call Mr. Hols with respect—now that you’ve advanced to the half-step Martial Marquis, do you think you’re invincible?”
“How was I supposed to know you were a beast then?” Ethan scoffed.
Narrowing his eyes, Hols muttered, “Ethan, you truly know no fear. I should’ve ended you when I had the chance.”
Ethan laughed coldly, “You’re welco to try. I rember clearly the contempt in your eyes.”
Arching a brow, Hols enquired, “You think you can best ?”
“You’re more than welco to try!” With a roar of anger, Ethan’s qi burst forth.
Erson Hols remained silent, his face as cold as ice.
In the end, he did not throw a punch.
“This is Capital City Martial Arts Association’s territory, out of respect for Miss Taylor, I can let your provocation pass.” Hols said icily.
“Get the hell out if you don’t want to get arrested!”
Ethan chuckled, “Capital City Martial Arts Association’s territory? You have no claim over these public resources. Whoever seizes it, owns it.”
With narrowed eyes, Hols retorted, “Ethan, are you trying to make an enemy out of the Capital City Martial Arts Association?”
“Hols, I’m well aware of the despicable deeds committed by your association.” Ethan sneered, “Sending spies after , plotting to kill secretly, do you think I’m unaware?”
“Fight against you all? Are we supposed to be friends now?”
Hols’ countenance turned gloomy; after a mont, he coldly uttered, “It seems the higher-ups were right; you cannot be spared.”
This caught Ethan’s attention.
He glanced at Hols, his voice laced with confusion, “What do you an?”
Ignoring Ethan’s question, Hols changed the subject, “So, you’re not planning to leave today?”
“What do you think?” Ethan responded.
He walked directly to the young man and woman, helping them to their feet.
“Don’t worry about them. The Capital City Martial Arts Association tries to portray itself as a neutral organization, when in reality they’re just a bunch of beasts that use their power to bully others.” Ethan said sharpley.
Admiration filled the eyes of the young man and woman as they glanced towards Ethan.
“Are you Ethan Smith? People always say that Ethan Smith doesn’t discriminate; it seems to be true!” The two exclaid excitedly.
“Don’t celebrate too early; be careful not to choose the wrong side.” Hols cautioned coldly.
Upon hearing this, the pair’s faces instantly changed.
“Don’t worry, I will keep you safe.” Ethan said lightly.
Erson Hols sneered, yet didn’t say anything.
From this point, a confrontation had begun in the martial arts world between the common people, represented by Ethan, and the wealthy elites, represented by prominent families.
Gazing at the mountainous terrain, Ethan attempted to sense its qi.
However, he discovered that standing here, he couldn’t sense any qi at all.
This left Ethan greatly puzzled.
Normally, a Dragon Vein should be a eting point of qi. How was it possible he did not sense any qi?
“Strange, this isn’t quite as I imagined,” the mustached man muttered, holding a map.
Ethan glanced at him and asked, “Have you discovered sothing?”
The mustached man quickly jumped aside, muttering, “I’m not that familiar with you. I can’t let you drag down, I still have big plans and cannot afford to die.”
Ethan rolled his eyes, “Turns out you’re a coward.”
“Well of course!”
The mustached man seed inexplicably proud of his fear of death. Ethan couldn’t be bothered to engage him further and stayed in the vicinity to observe the situation, much like Erson Hols and the others.
“Mr. Smith, can we really follow you?” At that mont, the young man and woman stepped forward.
Ethan looked at them and responded, “I’ll try to protect you on this journey. As for the matter of following … we’ll discuss that later.”
Currently, Ethan’s top priority was his showdown with Dexter Blair.
Whether or not they could follow him wasn’t sothing to worry about just yet.
After a brief self-introduction, it was revealed that the young man and woman were siblings. The boy was called Jovani Kirby and the girl, Amiya Kirby. Both of their skills were on par with a Grandmaster, showing a decent amount of potential.
They stayed close to Ethan, following him wherever he went.
Ti flew by, and Ethan had spent an hour observing without being able to figure out what was strange about the Dragon Vein.
“No wonder it’s an uninhabited area,” sighed Ethan.
Normally, a Dragon Vein should be a place blessed by both n and earth.
However, this place didn’t have a shred of qi; how could it be a Dragon Vein?
If it weren’t for the Pavilion Master’s information, who would think that this desolate place is a Dragon Vein?
Maybe that’s exactly why the Dragon Vein has been preserved until now.
“Hmm…so that’s how it is,” the mustached man mumbled to himself.
Rubbing his chin, he cheerfully announced, “I’m going to make a fortune today!”
Ethan glanced at him, remarking, “Make a fortune? You think people from the Capital City Martial Arts Association are going to take this lying down? Watch out that you don’t end up losing your life before you manage to make your fortune.”
The man wasn’t bothered, he muttered, “I’m not going to the Dragon Vein, why would they want my life?”
“Not going to the Dragon Vein? Then what are you doing here?” Ethan asked casually.
The man quickly wave his hands, saying, “Nothing, just talking nonsense.”
Ethan didn’t take much stock of his words, given that the man was always a bit crazy.
“Ethan Smith!”
Suddenly, a shout ca from a distance.
Turning to look, they saw a young man, not even twenty, striding towards Ethan.
The young man was none other than Soren Taylor.
“What do you want?” Ethan asked indifferently.
Soren stood with his hands behind him, smiled faintly and asked, “I heard that you, at the peak form of a Grandmaster, beat a half-step Martial Marquis, is that so?”
“So what if it is, so what if it’s not?” Ethan queried.
Before Soren could respond, Hols interjected, “Taylor, you’re not his match, don’t act rashly.”
“If he can defeat a half-step Martial Marquis as a Grandmaster, then why can’t I!” Soren retorted.
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