MRS. AND MR. SMITH - Season 10 Episode 26

Replace the Martial Arts Association of the Capital City?

For Dominic Taylor, this was indeed quite tempting.

If he could become the leader of the martial arts world today, coupled with the background and resources of the Taylor Family of the Capital City, who could confront him by then?

“Mr. Tenny, think about it; this is definitely a rare opportunity for us,” the steward continued.

But at this moment, Dominic Taylor shook his head.

He sneered, “Now is not the time. Even if I step forward, I won’t cause much of a stir.”

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and was speechless.

Dominic Taylor continued, “When they are desperate enough, I’ll step up, and the effect will be even better!”

“Moreover…I don’t want to be enemies with the Capital City Martial Arts Association right now.”

Kylan Taylor said solemnly, “What if Ethan Smith takes the lead before you?”

Dominic Taylor sneered, “He can’t do anything before stepping into Martial Saint.”

Seeing this, Kylan Taylor didn’t say any more but just nodded slightly.

…

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the negotiation meeting arrives.

The venue for the meeting is set on a mountain top.

The mountain top has been artificially flattened, turning it into a massive square.

On the square, the Capital City Martial Arts Association has already completed preparations.

In addition to setting up a banquet, they also placed forces all around, waiting for everyone to arrive.

At dawn, many martial artists have already arrived.

They come from two different factions, which leads to constant arguments upon meeting.

Fortunately, under the deterrence of Star, everyone restrained themselves slightly.

Marc Fraley sat on the stage, tapping his fingers lightly on the chair, looking like a strategic mastermind.

However, Star was somewhat worried.

No one knew how to distribute the big spiritual stone mine fairly.

“Young Master Marc, how exactly do you plan to resolve the conflicts between the two parties?” Finally, Star couldn’t help but ask.

“If you distribute it fairly, the Mystic Realm disciples definitely won’t be willing; if it’s not fair, others will be unwilling too.”

Marc Fraley glanced at Star and said lightly, “Who do you think is more important to me?”

Star thought for a moment and finally shook his head.

Marc Fraley snorted coldly, “As far as I know, the official attitude towards the Capital City Martial Arts Association is becoming increasingly dissatisfied, and there are more and stronger martial artists in the Mystic Realm, so I am more willing to lean towards the Mystic Realm.”

Star said solemnly, “Then there will definitely be conflicts today.”

Marc Fraley leaned back on his chair and sneered, “I’ll just do what I have to do, and the rest has nothing to do with me.”

Star remained silent, but he was secretly worried in his heart.

Time was running out, and soon nearly a hundred people had arrived at the venue.

Ricardo Bowman and others also arrived early at the meeting. They gathered to discuss their strategy.

“What if Marc Fraley favors the Mystic Realm today? What should we do?” Ricardo Bowman asked.

Blaise Rhodes sneered, “Anyway, I’m prepared to die. Living in humiliation is not the life I want.”

The other few, seeing the situation, remained silent, seemingly unsure of what to do in the short term.

…

On the other side.

Ethan Smith, accompanied by the man with the mustache, was heading towards the square.

“Ethan Smith, think carefully. Once those two corpses are resurrected, we won’t be able to control them,” said the man with the mustache.

Ethan Smith took a deep breath and whispered, “I hope we won’t have to use them.”

They arrived near the venue.

The man with the mustache pushed Ethan Smith and said, “You go in first. Let’s split up to avoid suspicion.”

Ethan Smith nodded and said, “Be careful.”

Leaving this sentence behind, Ethan Smith pushed his hat down and strode in.

In the square.

Everyone gathered together, waiting for the negotiation meeting to begin.

The table was filled with a wide variety of delicacies, including fruits and wines brought from the Second Secret Realm.

The food brought from the Mystic Realm had a faint touch of qi and tasted even better.

Ethan Smith casually found an inconspicuous seat, with the intention of not being noticed.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, quietly observing the scene.

At this time, there was some commotion outside.

Soon after, several Martial Saints with grand appearances entered the scene.

They were in luxurious clothes, adorned with jewels and accessories. Their elusive aura emitted an intense oppressive feeling.

Almost everyone’s gaze fell on them.

The faces of many contemporary disciples looked even worse.

These few Martial Saints were like an invisible mountain crushing down upon them, making it difficult to breathe.

“With them here, what qualification do we have for a dialogue?”

“How can Master Calvert Rose alone resist them?”

“Sigh… I really hope that a few more Martial Saints can emerge quickly.”

Those Martial Saints didn’t care about anyone’s gaze and went directly to sit with the Mystic Realm side.

They toasted and drank, looking quite happy.

In contrast, the contemporary martial artists all had worried expressions.

Ethan Smith coldly watched them, and although angry inside, he had to forcibly suppress it.

Just then, Calvert Rose also walked in from outside.

At the sight of him, the faces of the many Mystic Realm martial artists instantly turned cold.

A pair of cold eyes stared straight at Calvert Rose.

The murderous spirit emitted from them was chilling.

Those eyes were like a sharp blade aimed at Calvert Rose.

Even more so, some even stood up at the scene!

Calvert Rose remained calm, ignoring everyone’s gaze and stepping directly into the square.

“Calvert Rose is here,” Alaric said coldly.

“Today is his day to die,” Ottor, with narrowed eyes, added.

“We have already communicated with Marc Fraley. Star will not interfere today.”

“At that time, we will join forces to quickly take his life!”

Ethan Smith remained silent, of course sensing the enmity and murderous spirit of those Martial Saints.

“It seems… peaceful negotiation today is impossible,” Ethan Smith sighed softly in his heart.

He clenched his fists, ready to resurrect the two corpses at any moment.

“Tsk tsk, isn’t this the kid who took action that day? You still dare to come?”

At that moment, a voice entered Ethan Smith’s ears.

Looking up, he saw Darian Snyder smirking at Ethan Smith.