Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1372: Becoming a Disciple

"No! All lies! Fallacies! Sheer sophistry!"

Finch Jackson’s body trembled slightly, and his grip on the Godslaying Whip grew even tighter!

"Stop using these underhanded trickeries to disrupt my mind!"

Having said that, his teeth clacked loudly as he roared like a madman: "How dare you insult the legacy left by our forefathers!"

"The mind, it’s in chaos," Chris Tennyson said with his head lowered, sighing.

Regret.

"Sect Leader, with Boss Finch Jackson on the verge of a breakthrough, could mere words from a youngster possibly halt it? In cultivation, nothing is more critical than resolve. To reach the point of breaking through, Boss Finch Jackson’s will is as immovable as a boulder!" Damari Tennyson did not endorse such talk.

Admittedly, he found the boy’s previous words quite sensible.

But they were still unorthodox, after all.

"If that youngster truly has the ability to comprehend such profound truths, then why is his cultivation not even on par with Boss Finch Jackson? It is evident..."

"Enough." Chris Tennyson interrupted Damari Tennyson’s words, speaking with a touch of sternness: "Let’s just watch the changes unfold."

The deeper one’s understanding of martial arts, the more they grasped the essence of Julius Reed’s words.

Chris Tennyson’s heart had been shaken.

Having cultivated for over a hundred years, his own self-doubt had begun to set in after hearing Julius Reed’s speech.

If the Sect Leader of Lowell Tennyson felt this way, then what about Boss Finch Jackson?

Chris Tennyson could see the turmoil in Finch Jackson’s heart.

On the verge of collapse.

"I told you, I just wanted you to die with some understanding," Julius Reed said, holding the Hell Sword, his eyes filled with a murderous hue.

Originally, he thought the Evil Qi of the Dragon King Ring to be boundless.

But after igniting the Netherworld Ghost Fire time and again, Julius Reed clearly felt the power within the Dragon King Ring weakening.

It must be replenished!

And the only way to do so is through slaughter.

Now, Finch Jackson happened to be in the line of fire.

Julius Reed also wanted to see if slaying such a master could replenish the lost Evil Qi in the Dragon King Ring.

"Let’s see what else you’ve got, aside from your sharp tongue!" Finch Jackson shouted fiercely, his entire being turned into a fleeting shadow!

The whip lashed like a dragon!

Carrying a piercing murderous intent, it struck through the air!

Swish!

The Hell Sword in Julius Reed’s hand was ignited once more! freewēbnoveℓ.com

Facing the steel whip, he didn’t dodge; with the Hell Sword in hand, he smashed down swiftly!

Clang!

A resounding clash.

Ghost Fire scattered in all directions.

Not giving Finch Jackson any time to breathe, Julius Reed’s second strike came crashing down!

Clang!

Finch Jackson recoiled a step, his face ashen.

"It is... power!" Chris Tennyson, who sat cross-legged in the distance, watched in amazement, mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

Julius Reed’s words resonated with him greatly.

Martial Artists, after years of exploration, have abandoned pursuit of raw strength and instead now favor enhancing physical agility, hoping to overcome opponents with swifter reactions.

No matter how strong, against a nimble opponent, one can only vent on thin air.

It’s not that the world lacks individuals who focus on power.

Yet those who surmounted all in sheer strength, when facing weaker Martial Artists, still met with utter defeat!

Not even touching the opponent’s clothing.

On the battlefield, the enemy won’t stand still and let one bully them.

After the rare strongmen vanished, the correct path in Martial arts seemed to leave only agility.

But now!

Chris Tennyson unexpectedly discovered that the youth before him was actually a warrior who specialized in strength!

Finch Jackson also realized this extraordinary force.

"You preach agility but focus on power yourself? You were just vehemently arguing that power is worthless in the face of agility. Yet now, you turn out to be a warrior specializing in strength!"

Finch Jackson laughed loudly, followed by an angry roar: "Indeed, you were leading me astray!"

"Really?" Julius Reed chuckled lightly, speaking indifferently: "That was just for simpletons like you. Agility sets the lower limit, while strength determines the upper limit. Only when one’s agility reaches a certain level can strength truly manifest its effects. Sadly, most people lack the capacity to cultivate both simultaneously."

"Such arrogance! With so many geniuses about, do you truly believe none can surpass you?" Finch Jackson laughed madly, as if hearing a particularly hilarious joke.

As the laughter continued, he left behind an afterimage, appearing in an instant before Julius Reed!

A whip smashed down!

Whoosh!

The long whip missed its target.

Finch Jackson was fast, but Julius Reed was faster!

Thwack!

In the blink of an eye!

Julius Reed slashed with his sword from behind!

The longsword split Finch Jackson from the top of his head down to his waist.

After that, Finch Jackson’s entire body began to burn.

In just ten seconds, he turned to ashes.

The once imposing boss of Ghost Market, Boss Finch Jackson, vanished into thin air as a breeze blew by.

Only the scarred steel whip that lay on the ground seemed to remind those present.

That everything that just happened was real.

Damari Tennyson’s eyes widened, and he rubbed them again.

Finally confirming that he had not seen it wrong.

And Wind Dragon, forgetting the pain of his severed hand, sat paralyzed on the ground, his expression vacant.

Nicholas Pendleton woke up.

Scared awake from feigning unconsciousness.

Only Chris Tennyson’s eyes were filled with excitement.

Indeed.

Those words were not wrong.

Every word a golden truth!

"Junior, Chris Tennysons of Lowell Tennyson, pays respect to the master!" Chris Tennysons stood up, bowed deeply to Julius Reed, and knelt on one knee.

"Sect Leader, what are you doing..." Damari Tennyson felt his brain go blank!

Even if this young man killed Finch Jackson, was there a need for this?

After all, Lowell Tennyson was also a time-honored martial arts sect, and Chris Tennyson was stronger than Finch Jackson!

Damari Tennyson’s face burned with pain!

"I am not some master." Julius Reed looked indifferently at Chris Tennyson and shook his head: "Moreover, I was originally going to kill you."

"Junior Chris Tennyson was blind to your greatness! Having seen your skills today, I wish to take you as my teacher! If the master wishes for Chris Tennyson to die, I will draw my sword and kill myself immediately!" Chris Tennyson drew his longsword from his waist, threw the scabbard on the ground, and looked resolute.

"I thought you would remain arrogant to the end." Julius Reed suddenly found it uninteresting.

He did not like killing people in this manner.

"Chris Tennyson, I wish to take you as my honored master!" The usually proud Chris Tennyson was now incredibly humble.

He had practiced martial arts for a hundred years, and today he finally saw a true master!

Just a few words revealed profound truths!

A divine being!

"Good, then I have two conditions." Julius Reed held up two fingers, speaking calmly: "First, have Damari Tennyson kneel in front of me and lick my shoes. Second, appoint Wind Dragon, who is this piece of trash, as the next Sect Leader of Lowell Tennyson!"

To kill as well as to strike at one’s heart.

He was never a man of great magnanimity.

"What audacity, daring to threaten Lowell Tennyson..."

"Do it!" Chris Tennysons coldly interrupted Damari Tennyson’s words, and said: "Don’t force me to act personally!"

"Sect Leader, I am one of the elders of Lowell Tennyson, if this gets out..." Damari Tennyson thought Chris Tennyson had gone mad!

To make himself do such a thing that damaged the sect’s dignity.

"Do it!"

Chris Tennyson drew his sword.

With a flash of the sword, Damari Tennyson’s finger was chopped off.

"Okay!"

Bearing the severe pain, Damari Tennyson closed his eyes, as if making an extremely painful decision, step by step he walked in front of Julius Reed.

He took a deep breath!

And slowly knelt before Julius Reed.

"Lick the shoes!" Chris Tennyson commanded at the side: "From now on, Lowell Tennyson will honor this gentleman as the supreme, anyone who dares defy will be expelled from the sect!"

"Yes..." Damari Tennyson’s nails dug into his flesh in hatred, but in the end, he bent down.

"Wait."

Just as Damari Tennyson’s tongue was about to touch the shoes, Julius Reed suddenly helped him up.