Chapter 1752: Chapter 1752: When the False Becos True, the True Becos False
The martial artists were numb.
In just half a day, they had experienced too much.
First, the Sword Sect revealed its dual mastery of the Path of Weaponry.
Imdiately following that, a domineering young prodigy erged out of nowhere.
And then, this prodigy surprisingly also mastered the royal path.
A re youth, possessing both paths, was shocking enough!
But they still underestimated him.
The youth also carried the Path of Weaponry!
He even casually killed the Sword Sect’s Young Sect Leader, whom they deed a prodigious talent.
Next, at the grand Boulevard eting, amidst countless renowned martial artists, they all found themselves poisoned.
Neither the global martial arts alliance director nor the Caldwell Family Head, Han Caldwell, were spared.
And after that!
The people from the Funeral Alliance appeared, broadcasting footage of Han Caldwell personally killing martial artists who ca to the alliance.
Later, it turned out that the Lord of Mount Boulevard was a fake!
Any one of these events was sothing these martial artists who ca to the alliance couldn’t even dream of.
Let alone now, even if Logan Channing were to explode on the spot, they felt no emotional fluctuations.
Is there anything in this world that is impossible?
If Jesse River claid he was the Lord, they would believe it.
“You’re not the sa person as a mont ago!” Logan Channing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was imdiately surrounded by a group from the Funeral Alliance.
“Sister Channing, are you okay?” Whitaker Dog helped Logan Channing up, his eyes fixed on the so-called fake Lord.
“I’m alright. But he, he’s not the sa person as before.” Logan Channing squinted, scrutinizing the young man.
His aura, courage, and even his punch just now, were all far superior to the fake Lord.
Yet these two looked exactly the sa?
Could they be twins?
“Originally, I just wanted to et you simply, as an ordinary person.” The fake Lord pointed at Logan Channing: “But unfortunately, you want to kill . So now, I’m laying it all out. I am the Lord, and I’m going to fight you all!”
“?” Julius Reed, sitting below, was sowhat surprised.
He, the true Lord, hadn’t spoken, yet so many fake Lords erged?
The voice and tone were all very familiar.
And referring to himself as “”?
Julius Reed understood clearly.
Pranay Martinez!
Most likely, it’s Pranay Martinez.
This guy is clearly helping .
But why would Pranay Martinez do such a thing?
And there’s the matter of the Town.
Jesse River is still trapped in that cave.
Just in ti, Julius Reed can find Pranay Martinez to ask how to free Jesse River.
He knew it was Pranay Martinez, but others didn’t.
Han Caldwell’s eyes widened, clearly shocked.
Is this the warrior from the Undead Tribe he selected?
Clearly not!
But now, such a person appearing is no different from rescue.
“Kid, you’ve got quite the mouth!” Whitaker Dog leapt forward, his fist as large as a clay pot, quickly smashing down! “Die for !”
The fake Lord faced Whitaker Dog’s sneak attack, rely smiled faintly.
He side-stepped!
“Off you go!” He extended a hand, striking Whitaker Dog hard on the rear!
Thud!
Whitaker Dog was launched forward, crashed heavily to the ground.
“Damn it! I’m going to eat you alive!” Whitaker Dog supported himself with one hand, stood up directly, burning with anger and sha!
Too humiliating!
“It depends on whether your teeth are sharp enough.” The fake Lord folded his hands behind his back, eyes full of provocation!
The slightly upturned corners of his mouth almost seed mocking!
“Die for !”
Whitaker Dog charged out like a raging bull with brute force all over!
Pranay Martinez soared into the air, balanced upside down!
His hands pressed onto Whitaker Dog’s bald head!
“Ouch!”
Thud!
Whitaker Dog’s whole body lunged forward, but his head was stopped, and he fell flat on the ground.
He landed with a grimace.
“Four ounces moving a thousand pounds?” Logan Channing witnessed the entire event, sowhat astonished.
In battle with him, the man crushed with sheer strength.
But against the brute force of Whitaker Dog, he used the strategy of “four ounces moving a thousand pounds,” returning all the force to Whitaker Dog.
“Do you dare fight head-on?” Whitaker Dog tried to rise, feeling as if his bones were falling apart.
Every movent was excruciating.
“So, do I deserve the Lord’s title?” Pranay Martinez asked calmly, hands behind his back.
“Everyone, attack!”
Logan Channing waved, and the Funeral Alliance experts sward forward!
Facing such a multitude, Pranay Martinez quickly retreated, laughing: “Han Caldwell, Phinnaeus Moore, the poison on you two is obviously lifted, yet you still plan to play dead? Get in there for !”
Leap!
With that, he sprang and disappeared behind the backdrop.
Logan Channing paused briefly.
Looked towards Han Caldwell.
Both Han Caldwell and Phinnaeus Moore had indeed broken free of the Absolute Dust restraints.
But in this situation, everyone wished to conserve strength.
The two intended to continue feigning dead, to see what this fake Lord was truly about!
However, Pranay Martinez’s remarks pushed them into the spotlight.
Pretending any further was clearly inappropriate.
“Phinnaeus Moore here, from the global martial arts alliance, and I wish to have a lesson!”
Phinnaeus Moore, devoid of his usual serene deanor, was enraged.
He brandished his sword with one hand, charging forth!
Martial arts!
Phinnaeus Moore practiced only the simplest, most common martial arts.
Given that it is martial arts, he ascended to the position of global martial arts alliance director, which further proved his formidable skills!
The sword glead brilliantly!
Like a shooting star!
A few Funeral Alliance mbers quickly ard themselves and clashed with Phinnaeus Moore!
This elderly man, even when surrounded, remained calm!
His movents were fluid, even capable of counterattacking while defending!
Fighting one against four, he was still in control.
Han Caldwell, due to having one arm severed by Logan Channing, was filled with rage!
Perfect for releasing it!
His hair danced wildly as he grabbed Emperor Charlotte Grey’s Crimsonal Hollow with a single hand, charging straight for Logan Channing!
“Sister Channing, be careful!” The mourners from the Funeral Alliance knew well that Logan Channing was injured a mont ago.
So they all blocked in front of Logan Channing!
Crimsonal Hollow, the heavy sword with no sharp edge!
Clang! Clang!
Han Caldwell, fueled with anger, swung left and right!
Each sword strike knocked away the opponent’s weapon!
Just one exchange, and he disard three people!
“Form the array!” Logan Channing shouted loudly.
The mbers of the Funeral Alliance imdiately retreated, surrounding her.
“Open the coffin!”
As soon as Logan Channing finished speaking, the mourners stacked like Arhat!
Reached a height of five ters!
Then crashed down!
“Funeral!” shouted Logan Channing!
Over ten shiny long knives appeared!
The mourners quickly scattered in the air!
Coming at them with almost no blind spots!
Phinnaeus Moore’s longsword danced wildly, although he remained unhard, he could no longer counter!
The mourners coordinated flawlessly, always launching attacks at vulnerable defensive points!
Phinnaeus Moore fought while retreating, feeling sowhat strained!
Han Caldwell, with only one arm, sustained several cuts!
Fortunately, though painful, these cuts didn’t penetrate like the black dagger.
Han Caldwell was recovering!
He didn’t expect the so-called Funeral Alliance to be so formidable!
Every person in front of him was at the level of Great Grandmaster!
“I wondered who it was, turns out it’s Whitaker Dog’s brother!”
Just as Han Caldwell and Phinnaeus Moore found themselves at a disadvantage,
a voice suddenly rang from the ring.
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