Chapter 1165
Growing up in the Cosmos Martial Arts Hall, Wendy naturally grew to
admire strong individuals. A person who could defeat a grandmaster
with a single slap was her dream man.
Atlas glanced at Wendy and said, “My master is 10,000 times more
powerful than me. Do you still dare to underestimate him?”
Such trivial matters were beneath the notice of someone like his
master.
“Oh, is your master really that powerful? You're all so handsome!”
Wendy stared at Atlas, her face flushing. She was completely oblivious to the meaning behind his words.
“You're young and lack martial ethics! You attacked an 80-year-old man!” Morter struggled to his feet, surprised
by the speed of this
seemingly inexperienced youngster. Hindered by the Kennedys’ status
in Capiton, he dared not use his full strength.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood and three broken teeth, he
indignantly declared, “You little brat, | was careless just now. But |
won't go easy on you now!”
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Behind him, Benjamin’s hands clenched slightly. He could tell that Morter did not use his full strength.
Nevertheless, a grandmaster should not have been hit by a youth in his 20s, even when they were holding back.
“Kid, take this!” Morter clenched his fist and charged at Atlas with burst of wind under his feet. His speed was
astonishing as his aura
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as a grandmaster was fully unleashed.
Just when he reached Atlas, however, he went flying back tens of
meters.
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Benjamin was shocked. How could an ordinary person possess such
immense strength? This young man had to be a martial artist. Moreover, his strength was at least above that of
a stage eight grandmaster. He was possibly even a great-grandmaster.
Could the heritage of Capiton’s major families be so terrifying that they were able to cultivate a 20-year-old
grandmaster?
“Atlas is amazing!”
The Martial Arts Association members burned with enthusiasm. The
Freeman Martial Alliance had been suppressing them for too long,, and today, Atlas defeated a grandmaster from
the very salliance
with a slap. This pleased them greatly.
Robert and the other hall leaders inhaled sharply. Their gaze on
burned. If they could recruit such a monster into their martial arts
hall...
Robert looked at Waldo in a reproachful manner and said, “Master Giles, you've underestimated the young man.
Why didn’t you arrange
for him to sit with us?”
Waldo was embarrassed. “Mr. Atlas is Mr. Calcraft’s nephew. He \prefers not to sit with us.”
Robert smiled bitterly. “No wonder he’s so powerful at such a your age. It turns out he’s Mr. Calcraft’s nephew.
Mr. Calcraft, may | ask you'd allow your nephew to join the Martial Arts Association?”
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He asked after mustering his courage. He was prepared to get
slapped for saying such a thing. He was wracked with nerves.
“Exceptional individuals should not be confined to ordinary
circumstances.” Nash calmly picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Robert nodded. “Indeed. With Mr. Atlas’ talent, he needs a bigger
stage. | can recommend him to the Capiton Martial Arts Association!”
Nash almost spat out his tea.
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Atlas was from Clear Dew Court, which was already considered a sect
force. A sect was much larger than that of an association. Letting
Atlas join the Martial Arts Association would only limit his future.
On the other hand, Benjamin's expression was dark as he said, “For
you to achieve grandmaster-level strength at such a young age
shows that you have great martial talent.
“If you join the Freeman Martial Alliance, I'll have the leader mak
deputy leader, which comes with an annual salary of 300 million!”
All the hall masters’ eyes turned red. They started their institutions to
accept students and arrange for martial artists to work as
bodyguards. They only earned about ten million a year.
300 million would be enough for them to live out the next 30 years.
Fortunately, they were not people who were blinded by money. They
still had principles they held onto.
Atlas put his hands in his pockets, a hint of playfulness gracing th
corners of his mouth. “300 million, huh?”
The crowd inhaled sharply.