"The brotherhood within your sect is indeed commendable; one can lie with a straight face, and another agrees so readily when there’s a benefit..."
Facing Carson Flores’s playful jab, Abel Compton’s expression became somewhat sheepish as he awkwardly responded, "The Five Dragon Sect wasn’t founded by a single master passing down his teachings but was established by the founding Sect Master who recruited several experts. This style has continued to the present, where anyone with sufficient strength can join the Five Dragon Sect..."
Carson Flores realized, "So, you’re saying that all of you can only be considered fellow sect members, and not actually brothers in the true sense?"
Abel Compton explained, "Each Innate Grandmaster of the Five Dragon Sect selects disciples to teach, but for the next generation to become Innate Grandmasters, the difficulty is enormous. Instead, new experts continuously join the Five Dragon Sect. Thus, the Five Dragon Sect is like a melting pot. However, with the Sect Master keeping everyone in check, nobody dares to act recklessly. If one day the Sect Master is no longer there and there isn’t a new Sect Master strong and dominant enough to take over, the sect splitting apart is an inevitable trend."
Carson Flores smiled, "So, what you’re saying is, although the Five Dragon Sect is powerful, it’s not as united as a family?"
Abel Compton nodded, "Yes."
Carson Flores asked, "How are you planning to kill Grady Goodwin?"
Abel Compton gave a wry smile, "Grady Goodwin’s strength is not inferior to mine, and now that I’ve been injured, my only chance lies in using poison or a surprise attack."
Carson Flores nodded, "Good luck, then."
Abel Compton had initially planned to ask Carson Flores for help, but hearing these words, he felt a chill in his heart, knowing that the other party wouldn’t lend a hand. He had to fight desperately on his own.
"Let’s go. I’ve been in the snowy mountains for two months; my taste buds have become too bland. I need to have some good food to get back the taste."
Carson Flores took a couple of steps then suddenly stopped, "Oh right, the people you brought with you..."
Abel Compton quickly reassured, "They are all my disciples and grand-disciples, they all listen to me and won’t cause trouble."
Although Abel Compton indeed had the potential to turn against him, Carson Flores still wanted to give it a try. After all, having one more Innate Grandmaster-level fighter on his side and one less within the Five Dragon Sect made a significant difference.
"I’ve just entered the Innate level. How does my strength compare among my peers in the Innate realm?"
Abel Compton replied, looking impressed, "Mr. Flores, although you’ve just stepped into the Innate level, your strength is still formidable. Within the Innate Grandmasters, you are already considered above average, which means in a one-on-one fight, you could defeat more than half."
Carson Flores nodded, then asked further, "How do I compare in strength to Gunner Tate?"
This time, Abel Compton answered very quickly, "Mr. Flores, to be honest, you are very strong, but compared to the Sect Master... Gunner Tate, you might still be somewhat lacking. He has sparred with us, and once he injured me with just one punch. Of course, Mr. Flores, you are much younger than he is. Given time, surpassing him is inevitable."
Carson Flores furrowed his brows, "In a fight to the death between him and me, where only one survives, who do you think will die?"
Abel Compton’s expression hesitated, becoming evasive, "There are so many factors that decide a victory in actual combat. Without an absolute difference in strength, anyone could win..."
"Enough, no need to sugarcoat it."
Carson Flores cut off Abel Compton, clearly understanding the implied meaning.
Carson Flores was strong, but Gunner Tate was stronger!
In a fight to the death, Carson Flores would die, Gunner Tate would live!
Carson Flores was inwardly shocked; no wonder Gunner Tate was so arrogant, he truly had the capital to be!
But Carson Flores didn’t lose heart. He had only begun his Immortal Cultivation two months ago!
The Jade Pool wasn’t the only place rich in Spiritual Energy in the world. Once he found one or two similar locations to cultivate for another three to five months, or half a year, wouldn’t he reach the Innate Peak?
Unable to kill Gunner Tate?
In the Frost Family courtyard, Leah Frost sat in a comfortable chair, basking in the warm sunshine, languidly squinting her eyes like a Persian cat sunbathing.
With a cellphone in hand, she dialed Carson Flores’s number again, the familiar voice echoed in the earpiece.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off..."
Leah Frost pouted discontentedly and tossed the cellphone onto the small table beside her.
"It’s been two months; did that guy actually go off to cultivate immortality and never return?"
Before entering Mount Kahdas, Carson Flores had called Leah Frost, and since then, there had been no contact at all.
While Leah Frost wasn’t worried, she still thought about him frequently.
The deaths of Shane Fox and his companions had been brought to light by the Five Dragon Sect, which issued the Five Dragon Order to hunt down Carson Flores, prompting Leah Frost to worry once again.
She wanted to kill Gunner Tate, but her own strength was clearly not enough.
If only Carson Flores could advance, and together with Rocky Stein, that seemed like a possibility.
As Leah Frost lazily daydreamed in the sun, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Leah Frost stood up and walked to the front yard. Upon seeing the enchanting woman standing gracefully at the door, her eyes widened in surprise.
Wasn’t she sent to Heavenly Mountain Cave?
Her illness was cured?
Something was off. That demeanor, that polite smile, it wasn’t Samantha Tate.
Leah Frost’s eyes suddenly widened.
The stunning woman at the door smiled slightly, "Excuse me, is this the Frost residence? I am Carson Flores’s wife, Shirley Miller..."