Chapter 944 Revenge
“Mr. Sanders, do you mean that Jared could take out on others as he sees fit, but we cannot kill him?” Kristoff, who had lost an arm, stood up and demanded.
Everyone turned their attention to him as he made his remark, shooting confounded looks in his direction.
“Who is this young man? How dare he question Mr. Sanders?”
“I think he’s from the Shalvis family. I bet the Shalvis family is going to be finished.”
“What an inexperienced fool!”
Everyone chattered among themselves.
Steinar was shell-shocked that he broke out in cold sweat.
“You fool! Sit down right now!” Steinar slapped Kristoff across his face and hurriedly turned to Mr. Sanders and said, “I apologize for his impudence, Mr. Sanders. Please do not get angry.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mr. Shalvis. Please let your son finish. I see that he is already a Martial Arts Grandmaster at such a young age. What a remarkable talent!”
Mr. Sanders was not infuriated but smiled instead.
Just when Steinar was about to say something, Jared interrupted and said, “Mr. Sanders, Jared cut off one of my arms. I cannot let him off the hook. How are you going to appease the martial arts world when you favor him so?”
“B*st*rd!” Steinar bellowed as he shook with fury. He slapped Kristoff across his face yet again.
“Stop!” Mr. Sanders’ face darkened slightly. With a wave of his hand, Steinar’s body leaned back slightly as he was sent back to his seat.
Steinar was a Level Seven Martial Arts Grandmaster, and it was a piece of cake for him to break apart mountains and stones, as well as move freely in the air. However, he was sent back to his seat like an insignificant fly with just a light wave of Mr. Sanders’ hand.
Jared was floored at the sight. It seems like cultivation is truly a lifelong practice after all. I need to be strong myself to earn the respect of others.
Jared had never longed for power and strength more than he did at that moment.
“Do you take me for nothing if you wish to take him out right in front of me?” Mr. Sanders said impassively.
His words sent chills down Steinar’s spine. Tension hung in the air of the hall.
“Of course not, Mr. Sanders,” Steinar said as he wiped the cold sweat that broke out on his forehead.
“Don’t worry, young man. Just continue to voice out your concerns,” Mr. Sanders said with a smile at Kristoff.
“I… I am not displeased about anything else!”
Kristoff shook his head in regret. He knew he acted rashly when he stood up and questioned Mr. Sanders. After Kristoff calmed down, a crippling sense of fear overpowered him.
“Since you have nothing else to say, I will start to explain myself. I never play favoritism. I only hope that the martial arts world will abide by the rules and benefit from benign competition and development. What I do not wish to see is factions fighting to the death over some resources. If you do have disputes, please go through the proper channels to disseminate your concerns. Why do you think the Warriors Alliance has been established?” Mr. Sanders said and turned to Zion. “President Zeigler, why don’t you enlighten us on the main mission of the founding of Warriors Alliance?”
Zion quickly rose from his seat and explained, “Mr. Sanders, our main mission is to maintain the order of the martial arts world and to mete out punishments for Demonic Cultivation and heresy.”
“Great. Then do you think Warriors Alliance could handle the problem that the young man mentioned?” Mr. Sanders asked.
“Yes, I will be sure to deal with it in an appropriate manner. We can settle the matter by organizing a duel. The results of the duel shall be honored and any actions taken to settle personal grudges thereafter will be prohibited,” Zion added.
“Yes. We have to abide by the rules to prevent more conflicts down the road. Do not for a second think that I am oblivious to what’s going on inside your heads. Sometimes, I just think it too tedious to deal with these matters,” Mr. Sanders said as he scanned everyone present in the hall.
Everyone who was able to take a seat was a formidable presence, and yet all of them kept their heads low and dared not utter a single word.
