Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris

Chapter 1076 The Martial Conference Begins



Chapter 1076 The Martial Conference Begins

Chapter 1076 The Martial Conference Begins

Guardian Michael glanced at the people who had signed up for the Martial Conference and couldn't

help but shake his head disdainfully. Among them, the strongest were only at the grandmaster level. It

was as if there wasn't anyone worth facing in a fight. It seemed that this Martial Conference would

undoubtedly be his for the taking. With this thought, a smug smile played across Guardian Michael's

face.

The atmosphere gradually heated up, with many eager to participate. There were numerous sects

participating in this Martial Conference, making it a grand event for the entire Amerosian martial arts

community. It had been a long time since Amerosia's martial world had seen such a spectacle. To

enhance the impact of this Martial Conference, Chris had invited numerous media reporters to increase

awareness about Amerosian martial arts, showcasing the once glorious Amerosian Kung Fu. The

development of a society was not merely material; the development of spiritual and cultural aspects

was equally crucial. Strictly speaking, martial arts could be considered a part of Amerosia's traditional

culture. Practicing martial arts not only strengthened the body but also enhanced one's spirit. Many

descendants of ancient sects, and even predecessors who had long retreated from the Jianghu, had

come for this event. The array of weapons on display was dazzling, spanning from knives and spears

to a variety of eighteen weapons.

Seeing this, Chris felt a surge of joy in his heart. In any case, this Martial Conference had surpassed

his expectations. After this Martial Conference, it seemed that the entire Amerosian martial world would

be under his control.

Soon, the conference commenced. Chris laid down the rules - fights should stop at a certain point, and

there should be no malicious intent to kill. After all, Chris's purpose in hosting this Martial Conference

was to encourage mutual exchange rather than bloodshed. Chris, accompanied by Esther and others,

took their seats in the VIP section. It was a rare occasion for the East Coast to be so bustling, so Chris

naturally brought Esther along to join in the excitement. The Martial Conference was held at the East NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Coast Arena, which could accommodate up to one hundred thousand people. Even so, the entire arena

was packed to the brim, with tickets almost impossible to come by.

Esther, her face full of curiosity, asked, "Honey, are all these people martial arts practitioners?" Chris

smiled faintly and replied, "It depends on who they are compared to. If compared to ordinary people,

they are certainly practitioners. However, compared to me, they are all just a bunch of rubbish!"

Indeed, Chris didn't regard any of the participants in this Martial Conference highly. If it weren't for the

purpose of luring out the Hall of Death Lord Jenson and gaining control over the entire Amerosian

martial world, he wouldn't have needed to host this Martial Conference.

Soon, the matches began. The contests on the stage were incredibly exciting, eliciting cheers from the

tens of thousands of spectators. Even Esther's face flushed with excitement, unable to resist the urge

to join in. Seeing Esther like this, Chris couldn't help but chuckle. In his eyes, the skills of these

participants were nothing more than superficial moves and poses. Compared to himself, there was a

world of difference.

However, Chris had organized this Martial Conference precisely to promote the development of

Amerosian martial arts. Though these people's skills might not be exceptional, they still played a

significant role in spreading Amerosian martial arts.

Suddenly, Chris let out a sneer. Guardian Michael stepped onto the stage. Tiger, standing beside Chris,

murmured, "Boss, should I blast him off the stage?" Although Chris didn't hold Guardian Michael in high

regard, he had to admit that Guardian Michael was indeed very powerful. After all, regardless of

anything else, Guardian Michael was a Transcendence level expert. Even if Tiger were to go up, he

might not necessarily defeat Guardian Michael. However, Tiger was a seasoned veteran. If it came to a

real battlefield, Guardian Michael would undoubtedly be doomed.

Chris waved his hand and said calmly, "No need. Wait a moment. I also want to see what schemes

Guardian Michael has up his sleeve."

In the Jianghu, the Ghost Sect had always had a notorious reputation; describing them as rats running

through the streets would not be an exaggeration. With this in mind, Chris couldn't help but turn his

head and look at the leaders of the various major sects. Sure enough, after seeing Guardian Michael,

each and every one of them frowned. After all, the Ghost Sect had a bad reputation. In the eyes of

these sect leaders, the people of the Ghost Sect were practically beyond redemption.

On the stage, Guardian Michael stepped forward. After he ascended, a terrifying aura erupted from his

body, causing his opponent to become visibly tense. Guardian Michael looked disdainful as he said,

"Don't waste time, I'll give you two choices: either I knock you down, or you obediently roll off the

stage." Upon hearing this, his opponent instantly became furious.


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