Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1157

Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157: Ethan Smith Escaped! Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157: Ethan Smith Escaped! Seeing Frederick Cohen leaving, someone immediately shouted, “Frederick, going now is courting death!”

“Then let it be death for me! Rather than living like this, it's better to die in battle!” Frederick was obstinate, his whole person brimming with eagerness for battle.

He was as if he was innately born for battle, knowing not the meaning of fear.

“Buzz!”

At this moment, an extremely sacred radiance rushed forward from behind him.

This radiance was like a huge net that enveloped Frederick and stopped his steps.

Frederick tried to break free, but he discovered that the more he struggled, the tighter the radiance bound him.

Turning around, he saw that the one casting the spell was Daphne Green.

Daphne's ten fingers burst forth a brilliance like a spider web, wrapping Frederick within it, rendering him immobile.

“Let me go!” Frederick yelled in fury.

But Daphne shook her head and said, “I can't let you go to your death.”

Frederick clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, “Miss Green, I don't want to lay a hand on you, but don't force me!”

Daphne too was equally firm. She took a step forward and said, “Go ahead and do it. If you want to get out, you'll have to kill me first.”

“Fine, you've forced my hand!” Frederick yelled, and a blood-red glow burst forth immediately!

This terrifying burst of power actually shattered the radiance directly!

His fist, as big as a casserole dish, charged towards Daphne!

“Stop!”

At that moment, the Pavilion Master suddenly stood between the two.

She said coldly, “Everyone, stop! I shall go and ask the Guardian.”

Hearing these words, Frederick finally unclenched his fists.

He looked at the Pavilion Master and said, “Lord Pavilion Master, are you telling the truth?”

“When have I ever lied to you?” The Pavilion Master's voice held a hint of coldness.

“You stay at the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, I am leaving now to find the Guardian.”

After saying that, the Pavilion Master turned around and headed out the door.

All those present looked at the departing figure of the Pavilion Master and exchanged glances of understanding.

Was she… really going to find the Guardian? Wasn't it said that the Divine Dragon, the Guardian, is elusive? Is it really that simple to find him?

Although everyone had some doubts, they also understood this might be the only method available now.

Inside the Paramount Mystic Realm, Ethan Smith was silently meditating, understanding the essence of the character fighting formula.

The higher-ups around him were still wailing and despairing incessantly.

Under such pain, they had even lost the urge to survive.

At the same time, they also somewhat admired Ethan Smith.

This kid's adaptability was simply terrifying!

Even the mighty realm cultivators were sweating in pain all over, but this Ethan Smith was surprisingly capable of understanding the technique in such a situation!

This was simply unheard of!

Dashiell Garrett, looking at Ethan Smith with his eyes slightly closed, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

No wonder he had single-handedly overthrown the rule of the Capital City Martial Arts Association. This kind of indomitable perseverance was completely unheard of.

“If this kid survives, he will certainly achieve great things in the future.” Dashiell couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Ethan Smith, with his eyes closed, continued to understand the character fighting formula.

This was bound to be a long process. Understanding the technique was not to be rushed, but slowly mastered.

In a blink of an eye, five days had passed.

These five days, under the efforts of Marc Fraley, the Capital City Martial Arts Association had finally been rebuilt.

With the influx of hidden Mighty Realm cultivators, the scale of the Capital City Martial Arts Association became even more magnificent, and its strength even more formidable!

Such a powerful force even began to worry the authorities.

Who knows what somebody like Marc Fraley, with his disorderly expansion, will do in the future!

Most importantly, besides the martial arts world, Marc Fraley has extended his influence into the aristocratic families, combining forces with capital.

This was undeniably a hidden danger, a hidden danger with destructive potential!

Ignacio Burke sat in his office, his expression extremely grim.

“Commander Burke, now that Ethan Smith's fate is uncertain, there's no one who can go against Marc Fraley anymore,” someone reminded him from the side.

Ignacio Burke took a hard drag on his cigarette, not saying a word.

“If there is no other choice, perhaps we may only negotiate with Marc Fraley and then coexist,” someone proposed.

Ignacio Burke's face chilled, dismissed it with a wave of his hand, and reprimanded, “Under no circumstances! Absolutely not allowed!”

“People like Marc Fraley, if you give him a bit of sunshine, he will shine. Coexist with him? He would take a mile if given an inch!”

“Commander Burke, we are merely dragging out time as much as we can,” someone said.

“Yeah, it's really not a good thing to fall out with him at this point.”

Ignacio Burke clenched his teeth, smashed his fist on the desk in frustration, shattering the desk.

“Ethan Smith, is this really the end for you…” Ignacio Burke sighed with a complicated look in his eyes.

Once, Jackson Harris also aspired to dislodge the Capital City Martial Arts Association, but ultimately failed.

Now, was Ethan Smith destined to repeat the same mistake?

In the Paramount Mystic Realm, Ethan Smith was calmly contemplating the character fighting formula.

“Dashiell Garrett, you despicable person,” a high-level person sneered.

“Everything started because of you, and now you, who started it all, even wants to be the first to run away!”

Dashiell Garrett unconcernedly said, “It's every man for himself in this calamity. I can't even protect myself, how can I protect you?”

“Ha, if not for your deceit, Marc Fraley would not have attained such power!” a high-ranking person growled with a black face.

“We can't survive, but don't think you can either!”

Dashiell Garrett couldn't be bothered to respond to them. Anything he said now would be pointless.

Just then, the door suddenly swung open.

Marc Fraley, who had not appeared for many days, finally came here today.

He stood with his hands behind him, looking at everyone.

Seeing their pained and exhausted appearances, Marc Fraley was quite satisfied.

He clapped his hands and nonchalantly said, “How does it feel?”

The room was silent, and nobody replied.

Marc Fraley laughed heartily, “Those who deceive others will be deceived themselves! This is the price you deserve to pay!”

“Marc Fraley, I want to make a deal with you,” the only female among the eight high-ranking persons spoke up.

“Oh? You want to make a deal with me?” Marc Fraley raised his eyebrow as his eyes roamed over the woman, a mocking look in them.

“What is it? Are you selling your body or selling your soul?” Marc Fraley laughed coldly.

The woman gave Dashiell Garrett a sidelong glance and said, “I'll tell you a secret in exchange for sparing my life. How about it?”

“Oh? What secret?” Marc Fraley asked, looking startled.

The woman spoke gravely, “I can only assure you that this secret is very important to you. It involves your life.”

Marc Fraley stroked his chin, sizing the woman up and down. He said, “Good, if this secret is truly useful to me, I may consider sparing you.”

The woman, without any hesitation, icily turned her gaze towards Dashiell Garrett, “He's made a pact with Ethan Smith! He's trying to escape! Besides, Dashiell Garrett has Emily Taylor's blood!”

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