Chapter 363: Chapter 341: Competition Incident (Part 2)

Soon, Kingsford was placed under martial law, and the competition was forced to a halt.

The sudden blare of the alarm made Alvin Morgan’s heart tighten.

Immediately after, a group of people in black uniforms burst onto the rooftop. It was obvious they had been lying in ambush nearby.

One of them made an inviting gesture toward Alvin Morgan. "Young Lord Morgan, please return to the hospital to rest."

Alvin Morgan chuckled. "You’re right on time."

After he went downstairs, he saw that both sides of the street were lined with vehicles from The Martial Affairs Bureau. Even the riot squad had arrived, completely blocking off the street.

The massive show of force looked like they were dealing with an extremely dangerous terrorist.

Alvin Morgan’s lips pressed into a tight line. He immediately took out his phone and called Master Morgan.

’The only person who could pull off something of this scale is him.’

"What’s the meaning of this?"

Cassius Morgan glanced at the man opposite him and said with deliberate ambiguity, "You should stay out of matters concerning The Martial World..."

Morgan watched as the call was disconnected, his gaze turning completely cold.

***

「Meanwhile.」

After being pursued by Dawn Miles for several kilometers, Cassian Sherwood finally realized he had been tricked.

’The figure who lured me to the rooftop was definitely setting a trap for me.’

He had been watching the competition when a disciple suddenly ran over to tell him that Silvanus Sherwood had disappeared from the restroom.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yuri immediately took some men to search for him but didn’t return for a long time. Then, someone from the organizing committee came and asked him to step out for a moment.

He was led out of the room. Just as he was about to ask where they were going, the person suddenly attacked him and then lured him to that rooftop.

When he saw his own clansman tied up and threatened on the ground, he attacked impulsively in a fit of rage.

He never expected that the girl on the rooftop was the very person he had once knocked into an abyss.

Her power was far greater than his, and he couldn’t shake her off at all.

At this thought, with anger simmering in his eyes, Cassian Sherwood said in a deep voice, "Ma’am, last time you trespassed in my country’s waters, I was only fulfilling my duty to expel you. I never intended to harm you..."

But no matter what he said, Dawn Miles continued to pursue him relentlessly, as if determined to hunt him down and finish him off.

Cassian Sherwood knew he might die here today. Killing intent flashed across his face again as he spun around at top speed, his fingers splayed, and lunged for a nearby pedestrian. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

But to his surprise, the figure shoved the pedestrian aside, raised a hand, and threw a punch, striking him hard in the chest once more.

’What kind of speed is this?’

’She moves like a phantom, with the force of a sledgehammer.’

’Could she be from The Yamada Clan?’

Cassian Sherwood stared wide-eyed, a fear he hadn’t felt in a long time surfacing in his heart.

"Ma’am—"

But Dawn Miles had already grabbed him by the collar and furiously slammed him to the ground. With a series of sharp CRACKS, his wrist bones shattered.

The intense pain made his scream tear through the sky.

His eyes shot wide open, filled with terror and disbelief.

He was a Great Martial King; his flesh and bones were far beyond those of an ordinary person. Yet she had broken his bones as easily as snapping noodles.

The girl before him was expressionless, her gaze grim, and her voice so cold it could make a person shudder.

"Those who harm my countrymen shall be execu—"

"AHH—"

***

「The Martial Alliance.」

The newly appointed captain, Alec, performed an Ancient Martial Ceremony salute to Victor Trent and said politely, "Master Trent, please come with me."

As soon as he spoke, all the high-ranking members of The Martial Alliance in the room turned to look at the unmoving Victor Trent with varied expressions.

His expression suggested he was surprised to be singled out, but his voice was perfectly calm when he asked the question.

"May I ask what this is about?"

"The Sherwood Clansmen took a forbidden drug before the competition. They’ve accused you of giving it to them, so we’d like you to come to The Martial Affairs Bureau to clarify the matter."

"That’s utter nonsense. I haven’t had any contact with The Sherwood Clan from the start of the competition until now."

Victor Trent glared at him angrily, but Alec replied with a composed expression, "Which is why we’re asking you to come to The Martial Affairs Bureau for a face-to-face confrontation. We can’t let them sling mud at us, wouldn’t you agree?"

"You..."

Alec, a smile on his face, gestured for him to proceed again.

"Hold on! My father is the Head of the Trent Family. How can you just take him away because some outsiders made a baseless accusation? If you want a confrontation, bring the Sherwood Clansmen here—"

Drake Trent unleashed his Power Domain, blasting it directly at Alec.

But Alec’s expression didn’t change. His hair merely ruffled as if touched by a light breeze, a small lock lifting.

His body, which should have been sent flying, remained firmly in place, completely unharmed.

Across from him, Drake Trent’s face turned pale. His body was pinned by an invisible "Power" pressing against his Energy Sea Acupoint like the tip of a sharp blade. If he dared to take another step, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Master Trent, if you please—"

Although Victor Trent was terrified inwardly, he maintained a brave front, snorted coldly, and rose to his feet.

After he left, the expressions of the other Family Heads in the room shifted repeatedly.

’That immense "Power" just now definitely belonged to the Guardian of Sunstone.’

’If the Guardian is still here, then who was that person who gave chase?’

After a long silence, Derek Vance suddenly spoke up. "Master Lockwood, your security is quite formidable."

Zane Lockwood glanced at him and said lightly, "Head of the Vance Family, The Martial World has not been peaceful recently. Someone wants to repeat the tragedy of forty years ago. For everyone’s safety, the security naturally has to be stronger..."

Everyone had a different expression on their face, and no one spoke.

Zane Lockwood scanned the room of people, each harboring their own ulterior motives, and sneered inwardly. ’Some people only remember the feast, not the flogging.’

***

「Warner Hospital.」

Having been forcefully sent back, Alvin Morgan found a clue on his computer.

He discovered that a hidden program in the research institute had suddenly activated that morning—a program he didn’t even know existed.

As he investigated further, a system warning sounded from his computer.

"Apologies, 002, you do not have access!"

Alvin Morgan pressed his lips together, opened an editing window, and his long fingers flew across the keyboard.

Half an hour later, the system voice sounded again:

"Welcome back, dear 001."

The corners of Alvin Morgan’s mouth slowly curved upward. After tapping a few more keys, he saw a map of The Cerulean Coast.

A small red dot was marked on it, but there were no other indicators.

’Who is this?’

Alvin Morgan’s brow furrowed slightly.

His fingers continued to tap at the keyboard, but he found nothing.

’In other words, only the old man and his confidants know what this red dot means.’

Alvin Morgan clasped his hands together, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the back of one hand.

The room was silent, and the few people watching him couldn’t help but soften their breathing.

After a long while, he suddenly gave an order:

"Benjamin Morgan, investigate the personnel information for any vessels that landed near Cerulean Coast Fisher’s Port around 8 a.m. today."

"Yes..." Benjamin Morgan acknowledged the order.

***

At this moment, 30 kilometers outside of Kingsford, a massive traffic jam suddenly formed.

It was a sea of deep red. The road seemed to be blocked.

The woman in the back seat looked at her phone and asked lightly, "Is there any other way for us to get into Kingsford? The Guardian from Niphoria was discovered upon entry, and now the entire city is under martial law."

Eugene Morgan gazed at the sea of red brake lights ahead, an unreadable glint in his eyes. "We’ll have to take a detour on the back roads."

They exited the main road at the next intersection.

But even the back roads had barricades set up to check vehicles heading toward Kingsford.

"Madam, we might have to stay nearby for a few days."

"Is it that strict?"

The woman didn’t quite believe it and sent one of her assistants to drive ahead and try to enter Kingsford, but he was detained for several hours while his personal information was investigated.

The Trent Family had prepared their personal information rather hastily this time. One person might have been fine, but it would be easy for discrepancies to be found with a group.

Eugene Morgan suggested again, "Madam, for your safety, we should turn back!"

The woman sized him up for a moment. "You haven’t been home in so long. Don’t you really want to go back and see it?"

But Eugene Morgan’s face remained emotionless as he replied, seemingly without feeling, "That place stopped being my home a long time ago."

The woman chuckled. "What a silly thing to say. He has been away from here for decades, but doesn’t he still long for his homeland?"

Eugene Morgan didn’t answer, staring silently at the ground.

The woman shook her head. "Y, I need a fresh blood sample from that girl for my research. Go and collect a vial for me."