Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 425: 425: Unstoppable Vomiting of Blood

Chapter 425: 425: Unstoppable Vomiting of Blood

Translator: 549690339

Kamden Lee hurriedly waved his hand and said, “Mr. Yan, you misunderstood. I… I was also one of the participants that day!”

“Oh?” Kylan Taylor seemed interested.

He sized Kamden Lee up and down and said, “You’re not dead, so you must have some skills.”

Kamden Lee desperately nodded and said, “Mr. Yan, not only did I not die, but I also seriously injured Ethan Smith!”

“Seriously injured?” Kylan Taylor’s eyes showed increasing interest.

Kamden Lee continued, “I had set up a formation that day and seriously damaged Ethan Smith’s dantian! He is now seriously injured, and his strength will only gradually decrease!”

“I roughly estimate that Ethan Smith has only 30% of his peak strength now!”

“In less than a month, his inner strength will completely disappear! By that time, he will become a waste!”

After hearing Kamden Lee’s words, Kylan Taylor suddenly stood up!

He stared at Kamden Lee intently and said coldly, “Is what you said true?”

“Absolutely! I dare not deceive Mr. Yan!” Kamden Lee hurriedly bowed and said.

Kylan Taylor furrowed his brows slightly.

The news was too shocking and had to be doubted.

“How do I believe what you say?” Kylan Taylor asked coldly.

Kamden Lee said anxiously, “Mr. Yan, if you don’t believe me, you can send someone to investigate!”

“Or you can wait! I believe it won’t be long before this news will spread!”

Kylan Taylor contemplated for a moment and then said, “Fine, I’ll tentatively believe you, but I warn you, if you dare deceive me, I promise to make you suffer worse than death.”

Kamden Lee bowed and said, “I wouldn’t dare.”

Afterward, Kylan Taylor waved his hand to indicate Kamden Lee could leave.

But Kamden Lee remained standing, reluctant to leave.

Kylan Taylor frowned slightly, somewhat displeased, and said, “What are you still doing here?”

Without saying another word, Kamden Lee suddenly knelt on the ground with a “thud.”

“Mr. Yan, I have long admired the Taylor family and have always dreamed of serving the family. I beg you to give me a chance!” Kamden Lee knelt on both knees, his head heavily striking the ground.

Kylan Taylor was no fool. Of course, he understood Kamden Lee’s intentions.

This guy was obviously trying to take credit for his actions.

“If what you said is true, I won’t treat you poorly,” Kylan Taylor said as he rose, his voice indifferent.

But this answer didn’t satisfy Kamden Lee.

Having been in society for so many years, Kamden Lee didn’t believe in the empty promises of pie in the sky.

“Mr. Yan, I can’t wait to serve the Taylor family,” Kamden Lee said.

Kylan Taylor asked coldly, “What do you want?”

Kamden Lee hurriedly stood up and said, “I heard that the largest sect in the North, the Great Saint Sect, belongs to the Taylor family! The Great Saint Sect is known to gather all the saints from all over the world. If possible, I’d like to contribute to the Great Saint Sect!”

Kylan Taylor sneered, “You’re quite ambitious.”

“Mr. Yan, you misunderstood. I just want to contribute my strength to the Taylor family,” Kamden Lee said respectfully.

“You know quite a bit,” Kylan Taylor said coldly.

The Great Saint Sect, as the largest sect in the North Plain, had unparalleled martial arts power.

But few people knew that the Great Saint Sect actually belonged to the Taylor family!

“Mr. Yan, don’t misunderstand, it’s just that I’m so eager to join the Taylor family that I’ve paid more attention to their news,” Kamden Lee said with a bow.

Kylan Taylor fell silent for a moment and then said, “Go ahead, the Great Saint Sect will leave you a position.”

“Thank you, Mr. Yan!” Kamden Lee was overjoyed!

As the largest sect in the North Plain, the Great Saint Sect had countless resources!

And the Great Saint Sect had long established itself as a righteous sect, deeply rooted in people’s hearts, even selecting talents from the battle zone!

Those who joined the Great Saint Sect were all considered geniuses of the world!

Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, the news of Ethan Smith killing more than a dozen Grandmasters continued to spread.

Finally, on the fourth day, the Martial Arts Forum posted a message about Ethan Smith’s “damaged dantian and reduced strength.”

Unfortunately, this message didn’t draw much attention.

The few responses were all filled with doubts.

“Ethan Smith’s dantian is damaged? Isn’t this nonsense?”

“Exactly! Are you trying to trick us into getting ourselves killed? Since his strength is reduced, why don’t you go and kill him yourself to gain fame?”

“I’ve grown tired of this kind of baiting technique since decades ago.”

Seeing the comments on the Martial Arts Forum, Edward Green couldn’t help but say with excitement, “Haha, these fools don’t believe it! Ethan Smith, as long as you conceal your aura, I promise they won’t dare to attack you!”

Ethan Smith remained silent, unsure of what to think.

A few minutes later, Ethan Smith suddenly asked, “By the way, is there such a thing as a martial arts village or city in Chuzzle?”

Edward Green scratched his head and said, “I don’t know, what do you want to know that for?”

Ethan Smith didn’t answer, but instead pulled out his phone and called Conrad Schroeder.

After the call went through, he explained his intention.

Conrad Schroeder on the other line was silent for a moment and then said, “Mr. Smith, actually, there is. It was set up by the River North Martial Arts Association.”

“Chuzzle has always been the region with the weakest martial force in the River North Region. To improve Chuzzle’s martial arts strength, the Martial Arts Association deliberately set up a competition village.”

“Where is it?” Ethan Smith asked.

Conrad Schroeder replied, “It’s in Flood Dragon Village next to White City.”

“Okay, I got it,” Ethan Smith hung up the phone.

Then, he looked at Edward Green and said, “In a few days, come with me to Flood Dragon Village.”

“Ethan Smith, what… what’s your intention?” Edward Green asked in confusion.

Ethan Smith waved his hand and did not answer.

Reginald Tucker had been watching Ethan Smith’s fight with Kamden Lee from start to finish.

Reginald Tucker couldn’t possibly let Ethan Smith, who had killed his father, get away with it.

Therefore, Ethan Smith believed that the news of his dantian being damaged would certainly spread.

As expected, in the following days, the Martial Arts Forum was filled with news of “Ethan Smith’s dantian damaged and his strength weakened.”

As the saying goes, “Three people make a tiger.”

One or two posts might not convince people, but as more and more posts appeared, doubts arose among the crowd.

“Hm?” Ethan Smith, who was lying on the bed, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

He clearly sensed several auras flickering around him.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ethan Smith’s mouth.

“Finally, someone came to snoop around.”

Ethan Smith then sat up cross-legged from the bed.

He forced his inner strength to flow in reverse, and a large mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, his face turning pale.

“Ethan Smith, what… what’s wrong?” Edward Green rushed over.

Sofia Carrillo also stepped forward quickly and whispered, “Master Smith, you’ve been coughing up blood more and more these days. You… better return to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion as soon as possible.”