Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 983: Chapter 983: The Sinister Marc Fraley Chapter 983: Chapter 983: The Sinister Marc Fraley “What do you mean?” Ethan Smith asked, slightly confused.

Drexel snorted coldly, “Throughout history, countless geniuses have emerged, each like a bright star in the sky. But anyone who has existed in the same era as her has ultimately died by her hands.”

“Remember, every single time!”

Ethan Smith’s brow furrowed.

“You’re not exaggerating a bit, are you?” Ethan Smith said somewhat skeptically.

Drexel laughed coldly, “Believe it or not. Every era gives birth to top-notch geniuses who outshine their peers, but all of them have died by her hands.”

Having said that, Drexel squatted down and continued, “But you are lucky too. The eras in which she is reborn always turn out to be grand epochs.”

“Grand epochs? What do you mean?” Ethan Smith inquired.

Drexel elaborated, “She has been reborn a total of four times, and only twice has she made it to adulthood, both of which were the most prosperous times in the last ten thousand years.”

“The quantity of prodigies during grand epochs is more, the competition is fiercer, and thus, the emergence of top talents is more prevalent too.”

Ethan Smith remained silent.

Drexel’s statements seemed significant. He didn’t appear to be lying.

Ethan Smith continued to ask, “Do you then know what level of cultivation this masked woman has?”

“I don’t know,” Drexel shook his head.

“But what I can tell you is that those who reach the Tribulation Stage are few and far between, representing the end of one’s cultivation path.”

“Yet, many such have died in her hands.”

Ethan Smith pursed his lips.

The man with the mustache, Obadiah Heptinstall, and now Drexel, all seemed to be terrified of the masked woman.

Especially Drexel.

Despite his haughty nature, the moment he laid eyes on the masked woman, he chose to sink into hibernation.

To Ethan Smith, she was just a scrappy girl who used to follow him around.

“I refuse to believe that there isn’t anyone stronger than her,” Ethan Smith huffed.

Drexel dismissed his statement, “If you’re referring to ten thousand years ago, that’s almost legendary. No one has seen, so the truth can’t be verified.”

Ethan Smith didn’t ask further.

He put away the Scarlet Flame Leaf and left the place with the man with the mustache.

After another day, their gains remained minimal.

This irritated the man with the mustache.

“If we couldn’t find the Dharma Treasure, it means someone else beat us to it,” the man with the mustache sighed.

He took out the Treasure Map from his hand and opened it.

“This place is worth checking out.”

The man with the mustache held the Treasure Map, took out a world map, and began to compare and locate the places.

“This place is worth checking out,” Drexel reminded.

Ethan Smith asked, “Do you mean there are truly treasures here?”

“Don’t know. But according to my impression, this place is likely to be a battlefield,” Drexel said.

Ethan Smith nodded slightly, “Alright, I understand.”

That night.

Dudley Lynch continued his actions.

That night, several more people died by his hands. Their execution methods were exactly the same.

The next day, as Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache were strolling around, they overheard people discussing the issue.

Of course, Ethan Smith didn’t think much of it. Murders were not rare in the world of martial arts.

Especially during the Hundred Spirits Meeting to find Dharma Treasures, it wouldn’t be surprising if someone had committed murder to steal treasures.

The subsequent few days.

Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache continued to roam around the Hundred Spirits Meeting. They just rested wherever they ended up.

For five consecutive days.

A total of eighteen people died in the Hundred Spirits Meeting.

The state of every person before their death was the same; they looked horrendous.

“What’s going on? Could someone be killing to steal treasures?”

“This method…seems somewhat similar to what Obadiah Heptinstall used to do.”

“Impossible, Obadiah Heptinstall lost his nerve, how dare he do such a thing again!”

“I saw the killer with my own eyes, he was dressed in a black robe, his entire demeanor was extremely ghastly!”

The rumor of the incident became more sensational, people even claimed that they saw the killer feasting on human flesh.

“It seems wherever there are treasures, tranquility seems less likely,” Ethan Smith said lazily, his hands clasped behind his head.

“I don’t care as long as they don’t involve us,” the man with the mustache muttered.

Ethan Smith, of course, didn’t bother about it.

In a room.

Marc Fraley hooked up the corners of his mouth, revealing a chilling smile.

“It’s about time to lead them on,” Marc Fraley said lightly, his fingers tapping on the tabletop.

Having said that, he looked at Channing and instructed, “Send someone to stir things up by saying that this method resembles a technique Ethan Smith once used.”

“Yes,” Channing nodded immediately.

That night, Marc Fraley summoned Dudley Lynch to his room.

“Young Master Fraley…” Dudley Lynch leaned forward slightly.

Marc Fraley grunted, “How’s your cultivation this period?”

Licking his lips, Dudley Lynch said, squinting, “At this pace, I won’t need much time to reach the Martial Saint Realm…”

“Haha, excellent! You truly live up to the name of being the number one genius in the Central Plains!” Marc uttered in an admiring tone.

“All thanks to Young Master Fraley’s guidance…” Dudley said with a beaming smile.

Marc waved his hand dismissively, extracting a hat from his pocket and placing it in front of Dudley.

“What is this?” Dudley asked, confused.

Marc sneered, “This is a hat Ethan Smith once wore. Remember to leave a deliberate loophole and leave this hat at the scene.”

Dudley squinted his eyes and snickered, “Got it.”

He picked up the hat and walked out.

Once Dudley left, Star walked in.

He looked at Marc Fraley before him and said in a deep voice, “If you want to kill Ethan Smith, I can sort it out for you now. Why resort to such trickery?”

Marc Fraley gave Star a sideways glance and snorted, “Uncle Star, although your strength is formidable, you don’t understand how to operate an organization at all!”

“After surviving this period, the prestige of the Capital City Martial Arts Association has greatly suffered. We need an event to demonstrate our value and win people’s hearts!”

Star couldn’t help chuckling coldly, “So you’re creating an enemy yourself and then eliminating it?”

“Exactly!” Marc Fraley replied casually.

“This method is the simplest and yields results the fastest because those insignificant creatures usually don’t possess the ability to reason; they merely follow the crowd.”

“Moreover, at present, the popularity of Ethan Smith is too high. If he is eliminated without a justifiable reason, the public’s resentment towards the Capital City Martial Arts Association might peak, causing an outbreak!”