Chapter 1734: Chapter 1734: Dream
Since Brant Fairbanks admitted to ordering his subordinates to kill Brighton Pendleton, Han Caldwell had grown wary of the Ocean Academy.
Partnerships that should have been seamless began to show cracks.
And as ti went on, these cracks widened, becoming irreparable.
As the host, Han Caldwell had made concessions!
At the entrance of the Gray Wolf Pavilion, that Ocean Academy disciple personally killed more than a dozen young masters from various sects!
Even forcing the Boulevard to retreat!
Han Caldwell didn’t care!
He needed the Ocean Academy’s help and believed he had made concessions to the greatest extent possible.
At least until the alliance eting ended, the two sides would not publicly clash.
But it seems…
The Ocean Academy was neither grateful.
Nor did they understand Han Caldwell’s careful consideration.
On the contrary, they beca more and more provocative, again and again!
Today’s play, Han Caldwell knew exactly what it was about!
Clearly, the Ocean Academy had set a trap!
Collaborating with those mysterious individuals in the woods to lure him out!
And killing fellow disciples, framing him!
And now, Tennyson Hawthorne actually wants to kill him?
No matter how patient Han Caldwell was, he couldn’t swallow this!
Just as well, he’d place all his resentnt of the severed arm on the Ocean Academy!
If there’s going to be a fight, it might as well be a fierce one!
“You really think that missing an arm makes no match for you?”
Han Caldwell laughed wildly, grabbing into the air with one hand!
The long-frozen snow instantly transford into a snow sword!
“Today, let show you the might of the Undead Tribe!” As his words fell, he soared into the sky!
With a single slash!
This sword seed to have a suction force, as the mont it swung, the snow on the ground surged and flew towards the snow sword!
The Boulevard had a significant amount of snow.
In just about a second, the snow on the ground reduced by half a ter!
And the snow sword in Han Caldwell’s hand reached three ters long!
Then five ters!
Ten ters!
The snow surged in reverse.
The fierce wind raged!
Standing in the snow, Tennyson Hawthorne felt the biting cold wind, with a sense of fear welling up inside!
A martial artist senses the world, absorbing the spiritual power of sun and moon!
The highest realm of a martial artist is the Unity of Heaven and Man!
Clearly, Han Caldwell had already integrated with the environnt, controlling the wind and snow like his own body!
Tennyson Hawthorne’s vision blurred!
He couldn’t see anything clearly!
But he could clearly feel the overwhelming, devastating aura rushing towards him!
Suddenly!
Instinctively reacting, Tennyson Hawthorne sidestepped swiftly!
But the raging winds disrupted his path!
The next mont!
The snow sword struck down!
Like an avalanche!
The once snow-covered surface of Boulevard was pounded into a deep pit!
The pit resembled a ravine, with snow on both sides.
Only the center was a deep trench!
Many rocks shattered, with chips flying everywhere!
The few Ocean Academy disciples with Tennyson Hawthorne were shaken by the reverse surging snow!
There was no ti to escape!
When the snow sword fell, there was no trace of their bodies left!
Crushed into mince by the overwhelming force.
Leaving bloody marks in the rock center.
Until their deaths, those people never understood.
The true strength of this sword.
“Cough…” Tennyson Hawthorne climbed up from the snow, unable to stop a cough.
He looked at his hand, discovering blood across his palm.
This sword had internally injured him!
The esteed vice dean of the Ocean Academy, despite having evaded in advance, was still injured by this force!
Let alone those students who didn’t evade?
“Han Caldwell… you’re… truly strong!” Tennyson Hawthorne stood up, his right hand holding the longsword trembling uncontrollably.
Blood seeped out from an unknown source.
Pooling at his fingertips, dripping continuously.
“But you are rciless, and the world will surely cast you down!” Tennyson Hawthorne shouted, gripping the longsword with both hands and hurling it with force!
“Break!”
With a violent yell!
That longsword shot forth like a bullet!
The icy light flashed!
The flying sword approached!
“Ah!” Han Caldwell roared angrily, slamming forward with one hand!
Crack!
A violent shock, shattering the longsword into pieces!
Turning into flecks of iron.
Drifting down onto the snow.
Han Caldwell staggered back several steps, panting heavily!
That previous sword strike, he hadn’t wanted to reveal too soon!
He expected to unleash it during a fierce battle with Demarco Mount as a surprise move!
But now, he had no choice but to use it!
Exposed as it was, he was regretful not to have killed those from the Ocean Academy.
A slight regret.
Tennyson Hawthorne fled.
Fleeing desperately across the snow.
Driven by the desire to survive, the vice dean of the Ocean Academy unleashed incredible strength.
Han Caldwell was likewise injured and didn’t want to chase.
He, the Caldwell Family, had an excellent Undead Army!
Along with countless Boulevard martial artists.
There was no worry about what Ocean Academy might stir up.
But…
Han Caldwell looked at his severed arm, furrowing his brow.
What weapon did that woman wield?
If such a weapon beca widespread, wouldn’t the Undead Tribe be targeted?
With no advantage at all?
The howling wind seed to mock the head of the Caldwell Family.
Han Caldwell sighed unwillingly.
And set off on the way back.
Not entirely without gains, at least he saw the true face of Ocean Academy.
To prevent greater chaos at tomorrow’s grand gathering!
…
Julius Reed fell asleep on the sofa unknowingly.
For a martial artist of his caliber, sleep was optional.
Perhaps sleeping once a month was not a problem.
But having nothing to do, sleeping was also an option.
Yet Julius Reed didn’t intentionally fall asleep, but inadvertently slipped into a dream.
Pitch black!
No end in sight!
Feeling of nothing!
A dream!
The sa dream again!
Ever since he had this dream in Gonzalez City, he hadn’t had any other dreams!
Sure enough!
Those familiar footsteps ca again!
Julius Reed seed accustod to it long ago, without the anticipation of before.
He stood silently, waiting.
After a while, the footsteps grew closer.
“You’ve co?”
Julius Reed called out.
As expected, there was no response.
It’s normal to think about it.
How could a headless person respond?
In all the tis before, the dream was always the sa.
Once the headless person appeared, the dream would dissipate.
Very quickly!
That figure stood before him.
Still a headless corpse, holding the head in his hands.
Standing only half a ter away from Julius Reed.
No movent whatsoever.
Just like a dead person.
In fact, it was a dead person.
This dream mirrored most frequently in Swimming City!
It was his first ti dreaming it since coming to the Boulevard.
Initially, Julius Reed had so expectation of the dream.
He hoped to see the face clearly!
Or solve this dream!
But now, he expected nothing more.
The dream seed to halt here.
After all, it was often without a beginning or an end.
But suddenly.
Just as Julius Reed prepared to wake.
That man extended his hand towards his throat!
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