Diego Leopold holds a critical position in the Caldwell Family’s library.
Firstly, because of his exceptional skills.
Secondly, Diego Leopold has a photographic mory.
Indeed, the Caldwell Family has deep roots.
Many ancient texts have been passed down through generations.
So of them have even beco unique, world-class rarities.
Yet, there’s a part that Diego collected from attending various grand events, then reproduced the styles from mory through drawings.
For martial artists, it’s nothing more than strength and agility.
The so-called techniques are more about the thods to control power.
One who can step into the realm of the Grandmaster, comprehend the world, naturally can harness the things around them.
But how to effectively utilize this power, to turn it into a lethal force, has always been a subject of intense research by Grandmasters.
Just monts ago, Diego Leopold could still feel the power fluctuations; but the deeper he delved, the more chaotic the fluctuations beca, and the faster the frequency increased.
By the end, he could hardly see clearly, could not discern at all!
Diego Leopold raised his head and t Han Caldwell’s cold gaze, forcing himself to continue drawing with gritted teeth.
"Marvelous!"
"As expected of a Young Master renowned on Boulevard! Truly, Ocean Academy is formidable!"
"The Caldwell Family is truly fortunate to have such a son-in-law!"
Applause broke out continuously.
Many martial artists couldn’t help but applaud.
Of course, more people harbored resentnt in their hearts, so even wishing the death of West Tower.
Jealousy distorts a person’s appearance.
A Young Master so outstanding, no matter which sect he joined, could prosper for three hundred years!
If it were an ordinary sect, perhaps there would still be a risk of being poached.
But this is Ocean Academy!
The battle between Brant Fairbanks and Franco Tennyson wasn’t particularly impressive, yet within one encounter, the martial artists already saw through his strength.
He is not to be offended, only to be flattered.
The more it was like this, the more Han Caldwell hated it!
Unwittingly, it seed Ocean Academy’s influence in the alliance had already surpassed his!
If in the future, Brant Fairbanks accomplishes great feats, how should Han Caldwell handle himself?
Death!
West Tower must die!
"Young man, you truly are amazing! Even I, who have seen much, am utterly impressed. Strong, truly strong!" The fake Grandmaster perhaps had too much to drink and was drunkenly praising Julius Reed.
The scene was eerily like a thief praising the police for being vigilant.
Han Caldwell’s already unpleasant expression worsened dramatically!
He couldn’t help but kick the fake Grandmaster, who then realized the inappropriateness and quickly toned down.
"It’s long been known that the Grandmaster’s capabilities are extraordinary; isn’t it better to showcase them occasionally?"
Julius Reed looked at the fake Grandmaster and said with a faint smile, "To tell you the truth, I am your admirer. I grew up listening to your stories."
When asked this way by Julius Reed, the faces of the martial artists at Boulevard Mountain slightly changed.
The last ti soone asked the Grandmaster to show off his skills, he directly decapitated the fake Grandmaster.
That person was Pranay Martinez!
Up until now, the Caldwell Family had not managed to capture him.
However, the last attendees of the banquet were local martial arts families and sects from Boulevard Mountain, who had been purged by the Caldwell Family together with the Undead Tribe, leaving only those who were obedient and wouldn’t speak out of turn.
But if the world’s martial artists were to know that the Grandmaster was fake, Han Caldwell, even in his current capacity, didn’t have the power to wipe out all martial artists.
"West Tower, the Grandmaster, noble as the sovereign, how could he casually display his skills? In the arena today, everyone’s witnessed the Grandmaster’s prowess. In the future on the battlefield, you’ll have plenty of ti to learn." Han Caldwell quickly interrupted, simultaneously signaling Diego Leopold beside him.
The fake Grandmaster finally exhaled a long breath, shaky hands grasping the fruit.
And though Diego Leopold got the cue, he reluctantly stood up: "Might I ask West Tower if this swordsmanship was learned at Ocean Academy?"
Upon hearing this, the martial artists all cast odd glances at him.
It seems they didn’t understand the aning behind Diego Leopold’s words at all?
"Old Mr. Leopold. What do you an by such a question? Ocean Academy is the number one force in the southern region! If this swordsmanship wasn’t learned there, where else would West Tower have learned it? That’s sheer nonsense!"
Han Caldwell feigned rebuke: "I think you’ve had too much to drink; your head isn’t functioning properly!"
"No!"
Diego Leopold stared sternly at Julius Reed: "Please, West Tower, answer my question. Where exactly did you learn this swordsmanship?"
When he asked this, he actually felt a bit unsure in his own heart.
If Brant Fairbanks stepped forward and demonstrated, he would just have to retreat in disgrace.
But Han Caldwell gave an absolute order; he had no choice.
"This swordsmanship is self-taught." Julius Reed replied with a smile.
Could it be that they planned to falsely accuse him of stealing Caldwell Family’s texts?
If that were the case, then Diego Leopold was truly digging his own grave.
"What? You admit this isn’t Ocean Academy’s swordsmanship?" Diego Leopold was sowhat surprised upon hearing this.
Simply delivering one’s head on a platter!
He was internally joyous and hurriedly pursued further: "Self-taught, you truly self-taught? Ocean Academy, renowned as the southern region’s preeminent force, with countless texts, yet you still need to self-learn?"
"Indeed, self-taught. At my level, those texts no longer catch my eye. A true master must create their own style. To follow the trodden path is to ultimately never surpass the predecessors." Julius Reed clasped his hands behind his back and raised his head to ask: "Listening to Old Mr. Leopold, it seems there’s another aning. Let’s speak openly."
Now, even a fool could understand what was going on.
There was definitely sothing hidden!
Could it be, the issue lies with West Tower’s swordsmanship?
"Alright! An honest man doesn’t speak in circles!" Diego Leopold lifted a drink from the table, downed it in one shot!
"You, you’ve been stealing our Caldwell Family’s texts! I knew it, why did that swordsmanship look so familiar earlier! When you sheathed your sword, it suddenly struck , this cos from our Caldwell Family library’s text!"
"Is that for real?"
"West Tower ca to the Caldwell Family and actually stole a text? If that’s true, he’s a disgrace to martial artists, talent without virtue, ultimately a great threat!"
"Who would have thought Ocean Academy, self-proclaid as the southern region’s foremost force, engages in such sneaky practices behind the scenes!"
Thousands of martial artists began to discuss fervently.
They had always been curious about how such a young master could comprehend such formidable swordsmanship.
If it was an Ocean Academy text, that would be normal.
But to claim it as self-created, that’s absurd!
A skill’s strength relates to talent.
But creating texts, establishing styles, such tasks are closely tied to age and experience!
To surpass predecessors requires thoroughly researching their works to enhance them!
A re youth, with only a couple of decades of life experience, could never create swordsmanship on his own!
This point, the martial arts world agreed upon.
Even Brant Fairbanks was very surprised.
If it was just so minor styles, it wouldn’t be odd, but that recent swordsmanship, fluid and seamlessly functional!
As the Academy’s head, he didn’t see any aspects that could be improved.
To say perfect, is not an overstatent!
Yet a newly crafted technique is never perfect.
It is only through countless actual battles that it can be gradually refined.
In an instant!
Accusations and insults roared in like a storm.
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