The mont these words were spoken, both Brant Fairbanks and Han Caldwell were taken aback.
Having the ability to overpower a talented youth and fight against ten, Brant Fairbanks had long wanted to find an opportunity to inquire just how strong the dicine in his hand could transform a person into.
Ever since this West Tower burst out with astonishing power, he dreamt of creating an unstoppable legion!
Over on this side, Brycen Caldwell, being a highly talented young genius of the Caldwell Family, couldn’t even touch his opponent’s clothes before having an arm broken. Han Caldwell also wanted to figure out what kind of strength Ocean Academy truly possessed.
But.
They received a completely worthless answer.
"West Tower, be serious." Finally, Brant Fairbanks couldn’t help but reprimand. "Mr. Caldwell, being the Alliance Hierarch of the Boulevard Society, visited Ocean Academy personally out of admiration for talent, wanting to discuss the matter of your marriage to Olindo Caldwell. You mustn’t be rude."
"No need, Brother Fairbanks," Han Caldwell said with a chuckle, waving his hand and looking at Julius Reed with affectionate eyes, "West Tower, being young, is understandably brash! You have the capital, you have the ability! I agree with your marriage to Olindo!"
Upon hearing this.
Brant Fairbanks’s expression subtly changed.
The old fox, is he trying to steal my thunder?
Just as Brant Fairbanks was about to erupt, he suddenly rembered sothing.
West Tower seemingly only had a few more days to live.
Calculating from the ti of the first dosage, only a few days remained.
So he could fully utilize West Tower and then send this dying person to Han Caldwell in exchange for benefits!
What a godsend opportunity!
"Mr. Caldwell, are you trying to steal my asset?" Brant Fairbanks pretended to be displeased: "Such a genius, in the future, is set to take over my position as dean of Ocean Academy."
"How could I, I wouldn’t dare steal from you, Dean Fairbanks. I’m just curious about the skill of young brother West Tower."
The purpose of Han Caldwell’s visit was indeed to probe the reality; returning without any success would an the trip was wasted.
"I’m really just an ordinary person," Julius Reed said helplessly.
"In that case, forgive my impolation!" Han Caldwell’s eyes squinted as he suddenly thrust out a palm!
On normal days, Julius Reed, always incredibly agile and unfathomable, surprisingly did not dodge and took a solid hit!
Even though Han Caldwell withdrew so power, the remaining force was enough to send him flying!
The sofa behind Julius Reed shattered instantly, and he fainted.
"West Tower!" Brant Fairbanks gasped, quickly placing his hand on Julius Reed’s pulse.
"Not good!"
He shouted loudly: "Tennyson Hawthorne, bring my dicine chest!"
"Old Fairbanks, this..." beside him, even Han Caldwell was stupefied.
How could it be!
That palm hadn’t used much force, and why didn’t the other party evade?
"Mr. Caldwell!" Brant Fairbanks said with a stern face and a cold tone: "If my disciple is hard, don’t bla for turning my back! Now, please leave!"
He had put so much effort into Julius Reed, and if anything happened, the loss would be enormous.
Moreover, this young man has defeated so many outstanding talents and has beco a popular figure in Ocean Academy.
Every additional day of life is of value!
Brant Fairbanks did feel a bit regretful, but on second thought, if this young man truly beca a Great Grandmaster, wouldn’t he beco conceited?
Let him die.
With him dead, there’d be one less threat.
But he can’t die now!
"Dean!" Tennyson Hawthorne hurriedly brought over a box, squatted in front of Julius Reed, and asked with concern: "Is this kid alright?"
"Hard to say!"
Tennyson Hawthorne opened the box and took out several silver needles.
Directly pricking them into Julius Reed!
Three needles!
"No effect?" Brant Fairbanks placed his hand on Julius Reed’s pulse, frowning: "It shouldn’t be! With these three needles, even soone on the verge of death should get up. Strange, why is there no response at all?"
"What should we do!" Tennyson Hawthorne panicked.
"If he dies, and we want to get the Caldwell family manuscripts..."
"Silence!" Brant Fairbanks, being an old fox, quickly scolded, interrupting Tennyson Hawthorne’s words.
Better safe than sorry.
If this kid heard it accidentally, wouldn’t that ruin everything?
"Han Caldwell..." Brant Fairbanks, after hesitating for a mont, took out a pill from the dicine box.
But he didn’t seem to have made up his mind, delaying the next action.
"Dean, what’s the situation?" Tennyson Hawthorne, who had been standing at the door just now, couldn’t understand what was going on.
"Han Caldwell wanted to test West Tower’s cultivation, but the result of one palm strike put West Tower in a coma." Brant Fairbanks looked at the tightly shut-eyed Julius Reed with so annoyance: "He could’ve dodged! Now things are worse, his internal energy is extrely chaotic, he might be in mortal danger!"
"Forget it! Desperate tis call for desperate asures! If West Tower dies, I must demand an explanation from Han Caldwell!" With that, he pried open Julius Reed’s mouth and stuffed the pill inside.
This thod was sowhat similar to what was in Baylor Davenport’s body.
If left alone, West Tower might also die.
Might as well try it!
The success rate of this experint is extrely low, that’s precisely why both the Caldwell family and Ocean Academy care so much about Baylor Davenport.
"Guard the door, allow no one to enter!"
After Brant Fairbanks finished speaking, Tennyson Hawthorne imdiately closed the door and took the post outside personally.
"Young man, whether you can survive the next few days depends entirely on your luck!" He took out a bottle from the dicine chest, pouring the liquid inside Julius Reed’s mouth.
Imdiately following, he placed both hands on Julius Reed’s back!
A series of actions!
He was targeting acupoints!
Clearing ridian points!
Afterward, a powerful force directly penetrated Julius Reed’s back, beginning to run rampant in his body!
"These really are techniques from ’The Extraordinary Mirror of Heaven and Earth,’ though much inferior to what’s written in the book," Julius Reed pondered secretly in his heart.
It seems he must investigate how the theft of the manuscript occurred back then.
And what are these three never-seen-before academies plotting!
Power flows like water, starting to guide the pill and liquid through continuous circulation.
A tiny universe gradually took shape within Julius Reed’s body.
Throughout the process, Brant Fairbanks was cautiously ticulous.
Given the incredibly low success rate of such attempts!
Soon, this miniature universe began to function.
Brant Fairbanks, covered in sweat, yet very delighted.
Success!
This thod can greatly extend life.
If he can withstand this, it’s possible he might live not just another half-month, but even longer.
But with this, Baylor Davenport’s value would significantly diminish.
However, since Julius Reed was soon to die in Brant Fairbanks’s eyes, he decided to continue testing on others.
As for Baylor Davenport, he would be kept for now.
"I hope you can wake up!" Brant Fairbanks checked the pulse, couldn’t help but nod. "Good!"
The energy began to stabilize, which was a good sign.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, preparing to go out and confront Han Caldwell.
At the very least.
He had to gain so advantage.
Ocean Academy never engages in unprofitable business!
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