The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 1397
As the sun rose, a group of people approached. In their lead was an elderly man wearing a golden robe. He wielded an
illuminating two-meter-long sword with mysterious-looking patterns carved on it.
Behind the elderly man were eight knights in golden robes.
As the elderly man neared, many stood up and gazed at him.
He was Koehler Keyes, the leader of the Knights and the wielder of Excalibur, the faith of all knights. He was also ranked second
on the Elysian Ranking.
Koehler appeared at the summit. Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the empty plot of land in the middle of the summit.
Scanning his surroundings, he searched for the man who defeated him a hundred years ago. However, Callan Maverick was
nowhere to be seen. There were only a few Solean ancient martial artists in sight.
He was dismayed. It seemed that he would not be able to settle the score before his impending death. Although Callan was
absent, the International Martial Arts Conference had to go on.
“Thank you for coming, ladies and gentlemen.”
Although he was old, his voice was loud and clear.
“organized this conference to fight against the ancient martial artists of Sol, especially Callan Maverick of the Gu Sect, who
defeated me a hundred years ago. What a shame that he isn’t present here today. Perhaps he’s passed on...”
Hearing this, James smiled slightly.
If Callan was here, he would be the center of the show.
Meanwhile, upon hearing this, Lucjan smiled scornfully.
“I’m a man of my word. I’ll hand over Excalibur to whoever emerges victorious. However, there’s a prerequisite for this. You will
have to pull out Excalibur. The one who succeeds will be the chosen one, the new Captain of the Knights.”
Koehler’s voice boomed.

James was not interested in Excalibur. If not for Callan telling him that the wielder of Excalibur would gain control of the Knights
of the West, he would not even have bothered looking at it.
James scanned his surroundings. He was wondering who among the crowd was Archbishop Polaris.
“I will now announce the commencement of the International Martial Arts Conference. There are no rules in this conference
where might makes right. The last one standing on Mount Olympus shall be the victor of this conference and the most powerful
individual in the world.”
Koehler’s voice reverberated throughout the area.
Upon hearing Koehler’s voice, many brandished their swords and scanned their surroundings in alarm, fearing that they could be
ambushed by others.
“Who’s Archbishop Polaris?”
At that moment, a voice boomed.
Everyone turned their heads.
It was a Solean ancient martial artist. He was young, perhaps the youngest to have ever participated in
the International Martial Arts Conference.
It was James.
James slowly stood up and walked toward the middle. Looking at his surroundings, he said coldly, “I heard that Archbishop
Polaris is ranked third on the Elysian Ranking. My name is James Caden. I’m a martial artist from Sol. I’m unrivaled in Sol. I
came here today to spar with martial artists outside of Sol.”
Though James’ tone was calm, there was a hint of arrogance in it.
Everyone stared at James, wondering how on earth he had mustered the courage to challenge Archbishop Polaris.
Did he have a death wish?
“I envy your courage, young man.”

A voice came, and James turned his head.