Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1051 - 1051 1051 I'm Waiting

Chapter 1051: Chapter 1051: I’m Waiting Chapter 1051: Chapter 1051: I’m Waiting Since ancient times, there have always been those who say,

“Carrying out justice on behalf of the heavens.”

These four words are well known to the world.

But “heaven” is nothing more than a cloud.

An inanimate object without feelings.

It can be used as a weapon by anyone with the desire to do so.

The phrase “carrying out justice on behalf of the heavens” often comes from the mouths of the powerful.

They proclaim themselves as the embodiment of justice, acting with renowned teachers and legitimate reasons!

As for the saying “men act, heaven watches,”

It usually comes from the mouths of the weak.

The weak, facing the strong and unable to resist, can only pin their hopes on a non-existent Heavenly Dao.

For comfort.

Or perhaps, to die with their eyes closed.

Julius Reed did not believe in heaven, nor did he need any excuses to silence others.

If there really was a heaven, then he himself was that heaven.

“Your words are arrogant, but I wonder, how capable are you?”

Matthias Moore faced Julius Reed’s words without anger, but with a smile, “Since ancient times, the incompetent have raged in fury.

The harsher the words, the poorer the ability, usually.”

He did not think the person before him could pose a threat.

A mouse that doesn’t even dare to show its true face, what ability could it have?

What’s more, would the person under that mask dare to call himself Mad Dragon?

Ridiculous, laughable.

Matthias Moore held sway over Wellington Radcliffe, what scene had he not seen?

“How capable I am, you’re probably never going to know.”

Julius Reed was likewise not in a hurry to make a move.

Matthias Moore, today you must die.

Not for anything else, but for the insult to the Seven Clouds Academy.

It was destined that he would pay a price.

A price of blood.

Under the banner of Golden Dragon Swallowing the Sun, one must not speak carelessly.

Those who are not martial artists of the Seven Clouds Academy should step aside and kneel on one knee.

The rules forged over seven years seemed to have been forgotten by some.

“What’s the matter?

You dare not even make a move?”

Matthias Moore said with immense pride, “Throughout Otis Radcliffe and Wellington Radcliffe, you’re the first to dare to speak rashly in front of me.

But, this may not be a good thing.”

Ever since he returned from his studies and carved out his territory in Wellington Radcliffe,

Any martial artist passing through Three-river Province would pay a visit to the Moore Family.

The Young Masters never had simple backgrounds or identities.

Being blatantly threatened by someone now, Matthias Moore found it amusing.

“You two!”

He turned around and pointed at Templeton Lena and Venassa Pine: “Come on both, I alone will take on the three of you.”

As these words came out, the audience below was instantly seething with excitement!

“Master Matthew Moore’s reputation is illustrious, immortalized through the ages!”

Some martial artists shouted excitedly.

“Rumors have it that Master Matthew Moore’s martial arts bear some resemblance to our Zade Sect.

The Three Whips that I personally created, share some similarities with the moves Master Matthew Moore is about to use.”

Crosby Michael, the Sect Leader of Zade Sect, spoke with an air of confidence about him.

“Sect Leader Crosby, the Three Whips, which are they?”

Someone asked humbly for guidance.

The Zade Sect had a great reputation, especially overseas, with tens of thousands of apprentices.

“The Three Whips…”

Crosby Michael chuckled softly, slowly standing up.

“Hah!”

He stamped his foot fiercely, waving his arms wildly.

Then.

He took a deep breath.

“The Three Whips, exactly three people opposite, one whip each, all falling to the ground.”

Crosby Michael wore a gray robe, quite the master’s demeanor!

“Sect Leader Crosby, are you also a Grandmaster?”

When someone saw his move, although they were completely confused, after all, he was a celebrity.

Rumors were, Crosby Michael was already a Great Grandmaster.

If that was true, wouldn’t it mean that Crosby Michael was even more formidable than Matthias Moore?

“Heh, although I am considered a Grandmaster of my generation, I have no love for empty titles.”

Crosby Michael waved his hand, modest about his accomplishments and reputation.

“Indeed a Grandmaster!”

Everyone suddenly understood, their eyes filled with admiration.

At the same time, they began to look forward to Crosby Michael’s move.

However, below the stage, Hendrick Kensington had no sense of joy.

All the attention had been stolen by Matthias Moore, what did this mean?

Upstaging the host?

But Leighton Yarrow had been pressing on his hand all the while.

“Observe the changes, do not act recklessly.”

Hearing his master’s words, Hendrick Kensington could only swallow his anger.

“What’s the matter, you dare not come forth?”

Matthias Moore enjoyed the adoring gazes from below, provocatively looking at Templeton Lena and Venassa Pine: “Even if you’re afraid to come forth, you still cannot escape death!

Come, leave behind the last bit of dignity for the Seven Clouds Academy.”

Having spoken, he stepped back, holding one hand behind his back: “I’ll just use one hand, the three of you come at me.

If you can make me take a step back, you win.

Beat me, and Moore will no longer trouble you.”

“The confidence of a Grandmaster!”

Someone in the audience shouted loudly.

Having long heard of Master Matthew Moore’s prowess in Wellington Radcliffe, only today upon seeing him did they realize how formidable he was.

“Which hand?”

Julius Reed asked calmly.

“This one!”

Matthias Moore huffed, extending his right hand: “Come on, I don’t like wasting time on the incompetent.”

Swish!

The next moment.

A blurry shadow flashed before his eyes.

Matthias Moore felt a shock in his heart.

Crack!

Before he had time to react, his right arm was forcibly snapped.

“How about now?”

Julius Reed appeared behind him like a specter, asking with a light chuckle.

Dead silence!

The previously boisterous atmosphere of the Kensington Family courtyard suddenly quieted down.

You could hear a pin drop.

Drip, drip.

The blood from Matthias Moore’s right arm hit the ring, the sound exceptionally grating!

“Impossible!”

He spun around violently, fear in his eyes!

Grandmaster!

He himself was a Young Master!

He had been influential in Wellington Radcliffe for years!

Yet now, he unexpectedly…

He tried to move his right arm, but there was no response.

“Master Moore…your arm…”

The Martial Artists blinked, their throats moving.

Just now, they hadn’t seen anything clearly.

They only saw the masked man disappear into thin air.

Afterward, he appeared behind Matthias Moore.

“You moved.”

Julius Reed pointed at Matthias Moore’s foot and said calmly, “You’ve lost to me, and what’s at stake is your life!”

After speaking, he struck out fiercely!

Matthias Moore, after all known for his early accomplishments, put his left arm up in front of him in a desperate defense!

Crack!

The clear sound of breaking bone reached everyone’s ears.

Matthias Moore was sent flying backward, landing heavily on the ring.

He spit out blood.

The entire place was in shock.

The Martial Artists, who had just been looking forward to the show, looked on like fools, their gazes hollow.

Only Leighton Yarrow frowned slightly.

He could tell that the man in the mask was also a Grandmaster.

However, he emitted no Grandmaster’s aura.

Killing Matthias Moore in a second didn’t seem too difficult.

Leighton Yarrow could do it himself.

But with the mask on, he couldn’t help but be curious about the face beneath it.

With such skill, they must be in the top rankings of the Heavenly List!

Who could it be?

Tap, tap, tap.

Julius Reed walked step by step toward Matthias Moore.

But up on the ring, the previously so arrogant Matthias Moore had already lost his reason.

He couldn’t believe that he had just been killed in a blink!

The scenes of killing the remnants from the Seven Clouds Academy and being hailed by the Martial arts circles didn’t materialize in his mind.

He kept kicking backward with both feet, trying to get off the stage.

His eyes were also staring closely at the audience below.

A desperate will to survive!

All he wanted was to live.

Crack!

“Ah…”

Matthias Moore’s face turned toward the audience below, twisting in agony.

Behind him.

One of Julius Reed’s feet was stepping on his knee.

“War Flag!”

“At your command!”

Templeton Lena abruptly grabbed the Golden Dragon Swallowing Sun flag beside him, throwing it forcefully onto the stage!

Clap!

Julius Reed seized it midair, gripping it in his hand.

“You…you can’t kill me!

I’m a disciple of the Skyslaughter Sect, and if you hurt me, my master won’t let you off!”

Matthias Moore shouted fiercely.

“Skyslaughter Sect?”

Leighton Yarrow’s brows furrowed slightly.

Indeed, Matthias Moore was no simple character!

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He had speculated about who might be backing the Moore Family.

But he had never imagined it would be the Skyslaughter Sect!

“What happens if I kill you?”

Julius Reed stood one foot on Matthias Moore while gripping the war flag tightly in his hand.

“The Skyslaughter Sect will annihilate your entire lineage!

You’d better…better sever an arm yourself, and maybe I can spare you!”

Matthias Moore roared in pain.

The Skyslaughter Sect’s reputation was formidable, just like Mount Shu’s, a top-tier sect!

If the other party was able to defeat him, they must be a Grandmaster!

A Grandmaster must have heard of the Skyslaughter Sect!

“I’m waiting.”

Spurt!

The Golden Dragon Swallowing Sun flag descended from the sky!

The flagpole pierced through Matthias Moore’s chest and stuck into the marble ring.

The place.

Was utterly silent.