Chapter - 1512

Mason’s body instantly sunk inwards, and his body flew backwards until it hit a stone wall. He slowly slid down the wall while blood oozed out of his mouth.

He could feel his innards being severely damaged, and the fracture in his hand was killing him.

All the warriors were slack-jawed. Despite seeing it with their own eyes, it was still hard for them to process the fact that Mason Carter of the freaking Carter sect was wailing pitifully on the ground.

The Great Marshal was indeed the number one King Class warrior in Eurasia.

An effortless swing of his fist was all it took to severely incapacitate an elite Platinum Archduke.

That kind of skill and ability was something they didn’t even dare to dream about.

It took Mason about five minutes or so, but he finally clawed through the pain and regained some of his mental faculties.

What happened?

Zeke didn’t even physically touch me, and yet he still damaged me?

His energy!

The force he just unleashed was a wave of King Class energy!

The Great Marshal has achieved King Class!

This realization completely broke him.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to even move a muscle in front of someone of King Class.

Whoever said the Great Marshal was irrevocably crippled was spouting crap.

It was literally just a huge, unfunny joke.

The Great Marshal had played a prank on the whole world.

Zeke shot Mason a lopsided grin. “So, are you going to tell us who you are, or are you going to make me force it out of your sorry mouth?”

Mason’s voice trembled heavily, “Y-you are n-not worthy of… of knowing my i-identity. You can’t h-hurt me, or y-you… Will bring disaster t-to Eurasia.”

Zeke fell silent in thought.

Even in this state, he’s still threatening me.

It looks like my assumption was correct. There’s a very high probability that he’s from one of the Four Hidden Sects.

The commander asked angrily. “Great Marshal, didn’t you say he was wearing a mask earlier? Can’t we just remove it? We’ll know who he is then.”

Zeke gave them a nod in response.

Thus, the commander and Zeller walked over to peel the mask off of Mason.

At that point, Mason was so heavily injured that he couldn’t even resist.

Finally, the mask was peeled off. Underneath it was a face no one had seen before.

Even Zeke wasn’t able to recognize who he was, but he couldn’t be blamed for this.

After all, the Carter sect had stayed out of the spotlight for a very long time, and thus it was normal that no one could recognize him.

“Search him,” ordered Zeke. “See if he has any identifiable items on him.”

“Stop!” roared Mason. He couldn’t hold in his anger any longer. “None of you are allowed to touch me!”

He was a disciple of the Carter sect. No one was allowed to disrespect or befoul him.

How dare these low lives think they’re worthy enough to search me! This is beyond humiliating!

Zeller yelled back, “Go screw yourself! We’re not allowed to touch you? Who do you think you are exactly?”

“I will kill each and every one of you who touches me!” seethed Mason.

He slowly picked himself off the ground, anger rippling off his body in waves.

Zeke glanced at him with a blank expression. “Ignore him. Continue to search. If he so much as moves a muscle, I will crush every bone in his body,” he ordered nonchalantly.

With the Great Marshal in their corner, Aaron and Zeller knew they had nothing to worry about.

They went up to Mason and removed all his clothes.

Mason was having a semi-meltdown at this point.

Zeke, with his King Class abilities, would be able to kill him easily.

So, upon hearing the man threaten him, Mason knew he couldn’t act recklessly.

But he still couldn’t allow those low lives to touch him.

So, he decided to just bite the bullet and reveal his = identity. “Stop! I’ll tell you who I really am. I am a disciple of the Carter sect, Mason Carter.“

The moment they heard the words ‘Carter sect; everyone instantly fell silent. An inexplicable chill ran across the room as fear slowly gripped them.

Aaron asked anxiously, “Do you mean the Carter sect of the Four Hidden Sects?”