Chapter 386 Traditional Martial Arts Association
Caspian smiled. “Do your best, darling ”
His words held a lot of weight behind them.
If he ever revealed his true identity, Morrison Group wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
He could have the group disappear overnight from Dhord City if he ever wanted to.
But Caspian would never do something like that.
He
may be the Diatoranian God of War, but he wasn’t a man who would abuse his power.
The current crisis for Southlake Corporation would also serve as a challenge for Willow.
If he were to solve all her problems for her, Willow would never be able to grow stronger. Even if Southlake Corporation were to collapse, it wouldn’t really be a problem for Caspian.
Tens of billions of dollars of assets were nothing to Caspian.
He could establish countless more corporations with a wave of his hand.
Willow was emotional. “Thank you so much, hubby!”
She felt that she had nothing to worry about with Caspian unconditionally supporting her from the back.
It showed that Caspian trusted her with everything.
She stared at Caspian’s back as he left. She was charmed and couldn’t lay her eyes off of him.
Caspian then drove to Zott Manor.
He wanted to find out who it was who dared to cause trouble in Southlake City.
Meanwhile, Zott Manor was in chaos.
Hundreds of b*dyguards had collapsed to the ground.
Lincoln, formerly the richest man in the Two Lakes area, was currently being stepped on by an old man wearing long blue robes.
The old man declared, “I’ll kill you if Caspian is late!”
Lincoln was startled as he realized that the old man wasn’t kidding about killing him.
The old man seemed relatively calm and didn’t take Lincoln seriously. He didn’t even use a fraction of his
power to deal with the people here.
It seemed as if the leader of the south alliance of Diatoran wasn’t as strong as he expected.
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He felt that the current mission would be easily accomplished.
Lincoln gritted his teeth with anger. “You’re dead as soon as Mr. Lynch arrives!”
The old man responded with a slap on his face.
“Shut your mouth! Caspian is nothing but a useless scaredy–cat. I’ll rip him to pieces once he appears!” declared the old man.
“Hmm? Who’s ripping who to pieces? What an arrogant old man. Let’s see if you have what it takes to back up your words!”
Caspian had finally rushed over to help.
Noticing Caspian’s appearance, Lincoln begged for help. “Mr. Lynch!”
The old man kicked hard at Lincoln. “You’re too noisy!”
Lincoln was sent rolling across the floor and stopped right at Caspian’s feet.
Caspian seemed calm even though he was genuinely furious. He felt that the old man wasn’t taking him seriously.
The old man scanned Caspian from head to toe and asked, “So, you’re Caspian?”
“I am, and you are? Why are you here to cause trouble?” asked Caspian.
“My name’s Horace Moore! And I’m an elder of the Traditional Martial Arts Association,
known as the TMAA!” announced the old man.
Caspian frowned as he shook his head. “What the hell is the TMAA? I’ve never heard of such a lousy organization.”
Horace was furious. “You brat! Do you want to die?”
An elder of the TMAA was seen as nothing but a hooligan in Caspian’s eyes.
Caspian turned impatient. “Enough nonsense. Just tell me what you’re here for!”
He wasn’t in the mood for idle chatter with people like Horace.
Horace smugly answered, “I’m sent here by the chairman of the TMAA to send you a message. From today onward, you’re no longer the leader of the alliance of the south of Diatoran! You’re also told to go and personally apologize to the chairman in Dhord City.”
Caspian simply smiled with contempt, “Who the fuck is he? And what does this have anything. to do with me? And why would I apologize?”
The chairman of the TMAA must have lost his mind to be demanding for Caspian’s apology.
No one within Diatoran would dare to demand an apology from Caspian. Even the king himself
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Horace’s expression was distorted with anger. He had expected Casplan to beg for forgiveness the moment he announced his affiliation with the TMAA.
Caspian, however, wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated by the TMAA as he insulted the organization right in front of Horace.
Horace wanted to punish Caspian right then and there for his insolence even though he was assigned to bring Caspian back to the TMAA alive.
Horace angrily shouted, “This is a warning, Casplan! The entirety of Diatoran will soon be under the TMAA’s rule! You’re nothing but a silly little leader of the alliance in the south, and you dare disrespect us? The chairman will have you gone with a wave of his hand!”
The appearance of the Southern alliance was considered disrespectful by the TMAA.
If anyone was allowed to claim themselves as the leader of an alliance, what would be the need for the TMAA?
“What the fuck is the TMAA?” asked Caspian impatiently.
A mere little organization dared to offend him.
“This TMAA of yours sounds like a bunch of rabble to me. Go back and tell your chairman that he won’t be taking off my title as the leader of the alliance. And I sure as hell won’t be
apologizing either.
“Why don’t you have your chairman come to me instead? I’ll beat the hell out of him!” shouted Caspian.
Horace was enraged by Caspian’s words. “What arrogance!”
He realized he had to teach Caspian a lesson right then and there.
Horace’s expression sank as he launched a powerful blow right at Caspian’s face.
Caspian realized that Horace was an innate grandmaster, which was most likely the reason why he dared to cause trouble alone.
Horace must have assumed that he could do as he wished in Southlake City as an innate grandmaster.
Caspian smiled as he returned Horace’s attack with a blow of his own.
The two of them violently collided with each other.
A powerful shockwave emanated from the collision of their fists.
Lincoln watched in awe as it was a rare occasion to witness a clash between two powerful fighters.
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Horace’s confident demeanor disappeared in an instant.
The next moment, Caspian’s fist slammed directly onto his chest.
Horace saw that Caspian had only thrown a single punch, but his b*dy clearly felt that he had received a barrage of blows.
The intense pain bubbling within his b*dy was too much for him to bear. He was sent flying backward like a cannonball until he crashed into a wall.
A huge crater appeared from the impact, and Horace’s b*dy lay in the center of it.
Caspian was unamused by the innate grandmaster whom he had defeated in an instant.
Horace was in disbelief as he crawled out from the crater.
He looked like an unkempt senior as blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
“Who… Who are you?”
Horace was shocked as he wasn’t supposed to run into trouble in Southlake City with his abilities.
He had assumed that dealing with Caspian would be a breeze.
His assumption had completely shifted now that he was defeated in a few mere seconds.
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