Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris novel Chapter 1072

Chapter 1072 Guardian Michael Challenges

After saying that, Guardian Michael disappeared into the crowd. Today was the official opening for recruitment at Martial Hall, and the momentum was even grander than when Martial Hall was first established. Especially after James Mester spared no effort in publicizing, it caused a huge response throughout the martial arts community in Amerosia. In just a few days, thousands of people rushed to the East Coast to join Martial Hall and learn martial arts.

At that moment, Chris was earnestly speaking to James Mester, "James Mester, the most important thing about the establishment of Martial Hall is to impart the martial spirit of protecting the country and the home. If a person lacks martial virtue, having martial prowess alone would be a menace to society!" Chris regarded martial virtue as more important than anyone else. He believed that individuals without martial virtue, if practicing martial arts, would only be a threat to society.

The renowned martial arts master and head of the Grand Ultimate Tai Chi Sect, Master Jack Ma, deeply resonated with this. When he participated in a martial arts competition, two young men disregarded martial virtue. Master Jack Ma was careless and did not evade, resulting in a surprise attack. This incident caused a stir throughout the Amerosia network. Witnessing this, Chris took it as a profound lesson. He was resolute in not accepting young people who lacked martial virtue.

"How could they ambush a 69-year-old comrade? This behavior is truly devoid of martial virtue!"

"These kinds of young people truly are despicable!"

"After the establishment of Martial Hall, I will hand over its management to you."

"Now in this era of peace, lethal combat skills are no longer necessary."

"However, simple martial arts routines can strengthen the body, build confidence, and that is more than enough!"

Hearing Chris's words, James Mester nodded deeply and said, "Boss, I understand."

Chris usually did not have that much energy to spare, and Tiger always had to be by his side. Therefore, entrusting Martial Hall to James Mester was the best thing to do. Since Chris had opened Martial Hall, he wanted to do something meaningful. Chris had always operated by a principle: either not do something at all or do it to the best of his ability.

While Chris was carefully planning and making arrangements for the future development of Martial Hall, suddenly, a commotion could be heard from outside. Chris frowned and went out, only to see a person kneeling at the entrance, surrounded by onlookers. This person was none other than Guardian Michael of the Ghost Sect.

"Guardian Michael, the last time in Jefferson Village, you narrowly escaped with your life!"

"It's been so long since we last met, why are you kneeling at my door today? What's your game?"

Chris was speechless. Wasn't this Guardian Michael his mortal enemy? Why was he suddenly kneeling at his door?

Thud! Thud! Thud!

With this in mind, Guardian Michael gritted his teeth and ingratiatingly said, "Alright, Mr. Shelby, I'll lick your shoes! But remember, if I do, you have to accept me as your apprentice!"

Upon hearing this, Chris glanced at Guardian Michael. He hadn't expected that Guardian Michael would actually be willing to lick his shoes. It seemed he had underestimated Guardian Michael. This Guardian Michael could bend and yield. He was indeed a remarkable individual!

Chris sneered and said, "Of course! I, Chris, keep my word. As long as you lick my shoes, I will let you be my apprentice. How about that?"

Upon hearing this, Guardian Michael gritted his teeth and knelt before Chris, approaching Chris's feet. As he gazed at Chris's filthy shoes, he felt a deep sense of humiliation and lowered his head to lick Chris's shoes clean. While licking the shoes, Guardian Michael made a vow in his heart. One day, he would repay this humiliation he endured at Chris's hands a hundredfold.

Chris looked down, watching Guardian Michael licking his shoes and revealing a hint of inexplicable emotion on his face. Regardless of Guardian Michael's ulterior motives, if he thought he could get his hands on the Dragon Emblem fragment this way, he had probably miscalculated.

After finishing, Guardian Michael raised his head, smiling ingratiatingly, and asked, "Mr. Shelby, I've cleaned your shoes. Am I your disciple now?"

"No," Chris shook his head. "To become my disciple, merely cleaning my shoes is not enough..."