Chapter 520: Get Rid of Ethan Smith Immediately!


    As soon as Emerson Holmes got on the ne, he hastily sent a text message.


    This text message was sent to the top brass of the Capital City Martial Arts Association.


    At this moment, many members of the Capital City Martial Arts Association were anxiously watching Ethan Smith.


    Ethan Smith’sbat strength had already shattered their confidence in resisting him.


    If they were to fight now, they would likely have no chance of victory.


    Ethan observed the crowd, not speaking for a while.


    “Are you going to kill us?” someone asked, breaking the silence.


    Ethan stroked his chin in thought for a moment before responding, “I can spare all of you, but you’ll need to hand over all the herbs you’re carrying.”


    The crowd nced at each other.


    This might be a good choice.<div>


    “Volunteer before I have to search you, it won’t be asfortable if I have to do it myself,” Ethan said, stepping on the ground with his foot.


    Without saying more, everyone took out the herbs on their bodies and ced them in front of Ethan.


    All the herbs obtained from beneath the Stone Tablet ended up in Ethan’s pocket.


    Aside from what had been consumed these past few days, there were three herbs aged over five thousand years.


    After the loot was collected, Ethan turned to look at the crowd.


    “Leaving when there’s trouble and running away on your own? Is this your so-called Capital City Martial Arts Association?” Ethan’s tone was full of undisguised mockery.


    “If so, it might be better to follow me instead. At least I wouldn’t abandon you to save myself,” Ethan said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.


    “Ethan, you’re too naive,” a young man said, his voice grave.


    This young man’s name was Brian Bradley. He was a descendant of the Bradley family in Capital City and a half-step Martial Marquis.


    “We admit that your strength is impressive, but do you really think we came to the Capital City Martial Arts Association just to improve our abilities?” Brian Bradley continued.


    Ethan looked at him and motioned for him to continue speaking.


    As Brian stood up, he exined, “The resources the Capital City Martial Arts Association has are not limited to martial arts power.”


    “In other words, the existence of the Capital City Martial Arts Association is like a business consortium. It unites our circle and ensures that our rtionships won’t leak.”


    At this point, Brian nced at Ethan and added, “At the same time, it ensures that people like you don’t suddenly rise to power and threaten our positions.”


    Ethan was dumbstruck for a moment.


    He didn’t expect Brian to tell him all this.


    Most importantly, what he said made sense.


    “I know what you’re thinking. You either want to rece or eliminate us,” Brian Bradley continued.


    “No matter which one, you absolutely can’t achieve it with your current abilities.”<div>


    After dropping this sentence, Brian stopped speaking.


    He nced at the crowd before leaving directly.


    Watching Brian’s retreating figure, Ethan couldn’t help but stroke his chin.


    “This Bradley family… is quite interesting,” Ethan mused to himself.<div>


    The others didn’t linger. They all got up and left.


    It must be said that after so many years of development in the Capital City, the rtionships among the various families had be unbreakable.


    Although there were disputes and secret battles between them, all their struggles remained within this circle.


    In today’s modern society, the power of capital has be incredibly strong.


    “Alright, they’re gone. You cane out now,” Ethan called out to the man hiding beneath the cliff.


    The man with the mustache cautiously showed his eyes.


    After making sure no one was around, he pped the dust off his body.


    “They really left. Sheesh, my friend, I truly admire you for challenging the Capital City Martial Arts Association like that,” the man with the mustache eximed.


    Ethan nced at him and said, “Enough talk, let’s get started.”


    Following that, the man with the mustache took out his tools and started working on the Dragon Vein.


    Capital City Martial Arts Association.


    Emerson Holmes sat in the meeting room with a frightened, ashen face.


    His expression wasn’t pretty – panic even showed through.<div>


    “Emerson, you were leading the team to the Dragon Vein, yet you came back alone like this? What about the others?” someone asked coldly.


    “Those people are all descendants of the great families. They’re also the elite forces of our Capital City Martial Arts Association. But you just abandoned them and came back alone. Where’s your responsibility?”


    “If you’re so afraid of death, you shouldn’t be the Vice President.”


    Emerson’s face changed, and he quickly exined, “I am not afraid of death! I came back because there’s an urgent matter that needs to be reported to you all!”


    “Urgent matter? Let me tell you, if even one of them dies, you won’t be able to bear the consequences,” someone coldly replied.


    Emerson’s face turned extremely ugly. Gritting his teeth, he stood up and said, “What I’m about to say is absolutely more important than their lives!”


    “Nonsense!” someone shouted, their voice containing a powerful Inner Strength that directly targeted Emerson.


    Although Emerson was a half-step Martial Marquis, he was forcefully sent flying, coughing up blood from a single roar!


    This could not help but make people question the strength of the authority figures hidden in the shadows!


    “Let him speak. If he can’t provide a reasonable exnation today, he doesn’t need to stay in the Capital City Martial Arts Association,” a woman’s voice interjected.


    Emerson quickly bowed before saying, “We’ve observed Ethan Smith before, but we didn’t pay enough attention to him.”


    “Our understanding of him is limited to his disputes with the ir and Taylor families.”


    “In our eyes, he seemed like an ordinary person with good talent in martial arts, but no background or master.”<div>


    “But today… he used a technique.”


    Emerson paused here.


    From the darkness, someone asked, “What technique?”


    “Cosmic form,” Emerson uttered those words.


    Upon mentioning the cosmic form, the entire meeting room fell silent.


    Finally, someone spoke, “Are you sure it’s the cosmic form?”


    Emerson responded, “I’m 100% sure! Although his cosmic form isn’t mature, it’s definitely the cosmic form!”


    “Cosmic form… it seems to have a history.”


    “There aren’t many people in the world who can use the cosmic form.”


    “Not many; ording to our information, only one person has ever used the cosmic form, and they nearly caused the downfall of our Capital City Martial Arts Association.”


    Emerson quickly added, “I suspect Ethan Smith is rted to that person! If we allow him to continue growing, the consequences would be unthinkable!”


    At this point, Emerson stood up and dered, “I suggest we deploy our strongest forces immediately to eliminate Ethan Smith!”


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