Not long after the female martial artists fell to the ground, a few more also fainted.Moreover, this situation was spreading rapidly and was irreversible.In the back, the soldiers standing in the back who first inhaled the white mist fell one after another like a row of toppling dominoes.A large number of soldiers displayed symptoms of poisoning. Plus, they were completely defenseless against it.It seemed like a hurricane sweeping through fallen leaves where the white mist passed. Nearly half of the hundred-thousand-strong army had collapsed in just a few minutes."What happened? Why did the people at the back fall?"The eight commanders soon noticed that something was off. They couldn't help but feel shocked."There's poison in the mist! Be careful, everyone!" a soldier yelled out. However, it was too late.More and more soldiers got poisoned and fell to the ground. There were no signs of stopping.If this continued to happen, they would be fighting a losing battle."Qui
While riding the black eagle, Abigail circled on top of everyone.Her indifferent gaze was staring at the crowd below.As Nestor had acted in time, the poison mist only managed to affect half of them.However, it was not difficult for her to poison the rest of them with her skills.The Mystic Arts Order was not afraid of human wave strategy at all."Abigail?" Dustin felt stunned when he saw the young woman riding the eagle.He did not expect her to arrive the soonest out of his other disciples."Sir, are you okay?" Abigail asked in mid-air."I'm fine. I can still hold on," Dustin answered with a smile.While saying that, he took out a tablet and ate it.He depleted a lot of energy from his battle just now. Thus, he needed to replenish his energy and stamina.Thankfully, he always had some tablets on him. That way, he could use them to replenish his lack of stamina."Young woman, who are you? How dare you stir up trouble over here?" Nestor asked while tilting his head."Are
The black mist bomb that Abigail had just dropped was way more potent than the white mist she had created.The white mist was a slow poison. Once one was poisoned by it, their limbs would go weak, and they would faint. If they managed to get help in time, there was still a chance for them to live.However, the blast mist was different. It had a potent erosion effect. It could turn a human being into a corpse in just seconds.Plus, it would be the disfigured and bloody type of corpse."What a troublemaker!" Anders gritted his teeth when he saw Abigail in the air.A poisonous bomb that could kill soldiers within a 300 feet radius—it was terrifying how lethal the bomb was.Nobody would be able to survive if she threw a couple more down."So? Do you know how capable I am now? Oldie, get away now if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, I promise you'll be dead meat once I throw a few more down!" While riding the eagle, Abigail yelled from above.While saying that, she took out a
After stabilizing everyone, Nestor's gaze turned to the sky. "Brat, I don't believe that the poison in your hand can kill everyone here. If you're really that capable, go ahead," he sneered."What? You don't even care about your subordinate's lives?" Abigail furrowed her eyebrows.She did have different kinds of poison with her. However, she didn't have much of each.She only had three of the corrosive poison she had thrown down just now. Even if she dumped all of them, she couldn't eliminate all the enemies.That was why she threw out different kinds of threats to make them back off.However, she didn't expect Nestor to be so vicious. He didn't care about his subordinates' lives at all."All of them are brave soldiers who aren't afraid of death. I'm sure they'll be willing to sacrifice themselves just to complete the mission," Nestor replied calmly."That's right! What a troublemaker! You'd better not poke your head into this. If you know what's best for you, you should leave i
When Dustin and Abigail turned around to look, they realized Nestor and the others were still struggling in the white mist. The latter couldn't even tell where they were."Be careful!" At this moment, Dustin's expression suddenly changed. Then, he shielded Abigail. The true energy in his body oozed out, forming a Black Tortoise Shield.In the next second, a black arrow shot across the sky. With lightning speed, it pierced through the body of the giant eagle. However, it didn't stop until it collided with the Black Tortoise Shield.A deafening sound resounded in the air.The Black Tortoise Shield exploded on the spot. The massive impact caused Dustin and Abigail to be blown away.Meanwhile, the eagle that had gotten shot in the chest didn't even manage to cry. It died on the spot and fell from the sky."Blackie!" Abigail cried out.The black eagle was not only the transportation of the Mystic Arts Order's Grand Sorceress but also a heirloom left behind by Abigail's mother.Abi
Dustin's heart dropped when he saw the man smiling innocently in front of him.Nestor was already difficult to deal with. He didn't expect Cesar to pop up.After all, Cesar had been in command of the Martial Artist Union for many years. Not only was he extremely skilled, but he was ruthless.All unions needed to listen to Cesar's command. The Martial Artist Union would oppress those who didn't. In severe cases, their unions might even be eliminated."It looks like you still remember me. What an honor." Cesar had a fake smile on his face."I didn't expect the Head of Martial Arts Union to come over. It looks like Dragon Guard wants to kill me desperately!" Dustin started to gather his energy slowly.Dustin had only just become an ultimate grandmaster. Thus, he wasn't confident about going against experienced ultimate grandmasters like Cesar. Now, he could only fight back with all his might."You shouldn't have come to Oakvale alone. Without the protection of the three great gen
Nestor furrowed his eyebrows at Cesar's words. However, he soon relaxed his face and replied indifferently, "Okay. Anything you say, Mr. Fent."Although he wasn't satisfied with Cesar's indifference, dealing with Dustin and Abigail with his skills was not a problem.He would only need to use minimal effort to deal with them."Your Grace, you're doomed! Go to hell!" Before Nestor finished speaking, he transformed into a shadow and darted toward Dustin."Keep an eye on me, Abigail! I'll deal with this jerk myself!"With a Celestial Blade in his hand, Dustin faced Nestor head-on.Their battle had been arranged a year ago. Today, they would use this chance to fulfill their long-awaited battle!The two figures soon intertwined, and their fierce battle started.Dustin had excellent swordsmanship, which he inherited from the Sword Whisperer. With the Celestial Blade, his attacks were much more vicious and deadly.On the other hand, Nestor cultivated Angry Ironfist. It was a top-tier
"How could this happen?" Abigail clutched her chest and furrowed her eyebrows.The arrow was too fast for her eyes to follow. Although she managed to dodge it, she didn't expect the arrow to curve when traveling so fast.The arrow had hit her chest without any warning.If she hadn't worn the protective amulet her grandmother gifted her, she would have been dead!As number eight on the Astonishing World List, Casper was indeed powerful."Not bad. The Phoenix bloodline can actually withstand my attacks. Interesting." Casper smiled. "However, I still have two more shots. Let's see how you can block them."While saying that, Casper once again mimicked the gesture of drawing a bow.The black bow and arrow slowly materialized in his hands, entirely formed from his internal energy.It was obvious that Cesar's mastery of his internal energy had reached a profound level.He didn't need any weapon. He could use his internal energy to make all kinds of weapons as he wished."Next up, th
"Get lost! I'm not in the mood for anything right now. If you want to eat, go on your own." Warrick snapped, looking annoyed."I'm not going either," Percival refused flatly. "I'm on a health regimen these days—only tea, no alcohol.""Fine. If you're going to wait, then keep waiting. I won't be sticking around." Huxley forced a smile and acted like he was about to leave.But as he turned, he almost bumped into Boston, who was approaching from the other direction."Sorry, Sir Thatcher! I hope I didn't startle you." Since he was surrounded by so many high-ranking officials, Boston was already on edge. He had momentarily spaced out and almost caused a mishap by running into Huxley, which left him flustered and a bit tongue-tied.Unlike the other generals, Boston didn't come from an influential background or have any powerful connections. He had worked his way up from the bottom, and the last thing he wanted was to offend Huxley and risk losing everything he had fought so hard for.
After parting ways with Boston, Jovian checked into a nearby hotel to await the good news. Boston wasted no time. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he headed to the castle to deliver a letter of introduction. But when he arrived, he was stunned by what he saw.The gates of the West Lucozian monarchy had already gathered quite a few people, and among them were several figures he immediately recognized. These included Huxley Thatcher, the Commander of the Militia; Warrick Prescott, the Major General of the State Guard; and Percival Wentworth, the Chancellor of the National Academy.These three were first-ranking officials. In West Lucozia, they were nothing short of kingmakers who wielded immense power and influence. Warrick, in particular, was two ranks above Boston. Hence, he felt the need to be cautious in his presence and was eager not to make a bad impression.Alongside these three prominent figures, several second- and third-ranking officials also stood in line at
The following morning, Jovian stood at the entrance of West Lucozia Airport, wearing a sharp suit.Before the trip, he had contacted his comrade with whom he had fought side by side in the military. After earning military merit and with the Ballard family's influence, he was fortunate enough to stay in Oakvale and secure a decent position.His comrade, on the other hand, had moved to West Lucozia to carve out a life for himself. Years of hard work had paid off—he was now a third-rank general with considerable power, influence, and a strong network of connections. Jovian's meeting with the Prince of West Lucozia would depend entirely on his comrade's connections.Just then, the roar of an engine cut through the air as a military jeep pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and the first thing that came into view was a bald head gleaming in the sunlight like a lightbulb. The glare nearly blinded him.Under that shiny dome was a face that looked ordinary at first glance. But w
"Grandfather, I understand why you sent Uncle Jonathan and Uncle Jensen to the Spanner and Fallon families to gather information," Natasha began. "But West Lucozia is thousands of miles away."She shook her head slightly. "They've always stayed out of the government's political matters. Sending Uncle Jovian there wouldn't achieve anything. He'd likely just be turned away." Oakvale and West Lucozia were worlds apart. The fight for the Oakvale throne didn't really affect the West Lucozian monarchy. Both sides had long adhered to an unspoken agreement to avoid meddling in each other's affairs."I know, but it'll be different this time. The royal throne is at stake, and every faction will do whatever it takes to secure West Lucozia's support. If the West Lucozian monarchy picks a side, the balance we've maintained for years will collapse. That's why I need to be ready for whatever happens," Simon replied.It would be best if the West Lucozian monarchy stayed out of the political strug
At the Ballard estate, Dustin was warmly welcomed to stay after dinner. This was the first time Natasha had brought her boyfriend home, so the Ballards made a big deal of it.Simon personally accompanied the young couple and invited them to the study to chat over tea. With his sharp eye, Simon could tell Dustin was no ordinary martial artist. His manners, speech, and broad knowledge set him apart from most people."Dustin, I fully support your relationship with Natasha. Your background or status doesn't matter. What matters most is that you two are happy together." Simon paused and said earnestly, "I want you to understand that she's been pampered all her life and hasn't faced much hardship. Now that she's with you, I hope you'll take good care of her.""Don't worry, Mr. Ballard. I would never let her down," Dustin replied sincerely.Though they had known each other for some time and hadn't yet taken their relationship to the next level, they had already made their feelings clear
After hearing Nathaniel's words, Tristan's expression darkened. His brow furrowed as he sank into deep thought.It seemed he had underestimated the situation. He had assumed it was just a simple rivalry between brothers; he hadn't anticipated Seamus seizing the chance to further his own agenda.Seamus already wielded considerable influence. Under the guise of supporting Matthias' ascension to the throne, he had been forming alliances and recruiting talents. His influence had grown to rival the royal family's.If Seamus really supported Matthias' ascension, he'd overshadow the king, and no one would be able to stop him. The worst-case scenario would be Seamus using Matthias as a puppet to overthrow the House of Linsor."Nathaniel, is everything you said true?" Tristan frowned."Absolutely. Every word," Nathaniel replied solemnly. "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to investigate.""I believe you. But… taking down Seamus won't be easy. Do you have a plan?" Tr
An hour later, Nathaniel quietly entered a private mansion wearing a disguise.Inside the living room, Tristan had already prepared tea and refreshments. He looked as if he had been waiting for a long time."Sorry to have kept you waiting, Tristan." Nathaniel took off his coat and walked forward with a smile."No need to apologize. I'm happy that you made the effort to arrange this. A few extra minutes are nothing, especially since it's rare for us to meet." Tristan gestured for him to sit while he poured two cups of tea and handed one to his brother.Nathaniel accepted the cup and discreetly set it aside. Whenever he was out, he was always cautious about food and drink—this wariness had become second nature."You asked to meet me on short notice. Is this about official matters or something personal?" Tristan took a sip from his cup and got straight to the point."Both," Nathaniel replied, still smiling."Oh?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Let's hear it, then.""Given how things
In another luxurious mansion in the Inner City, a female spy dressed in black, cloaked in a hood, was reporting the results of her investigation to Nathaniel."Your Highness, the Moseys have been particularly active recently and are rallying allies. Many of the eight great families and other influential factions have already allied with them. If left unchecked, they'll pose a serious threat to us," she said, kneeling with her head lowered slightly."So the Moseys are backing Matthias, huh?" Nathaniel sat quietly, his expression unreadable."The Moseys have grand ambitions. While they claim to support Prince Matthias, they're merely setting him up as a puppet to rise to power and expand their own influence," she revealed.She had been infiltrating the Moseys' mansion for years and had gained a deep understanding of their operations, from the smallest details to the key players.Though Seamus appeared as a benevolent philanthropist, it was all a façade. Behind closed doors, he was r
That night, two young men sat playing chess inside a secluded mansion in the Inner City. On the left was Anders, who had visited the Ballard estate earlier. Across from him sat Matthias, a broad-shouldered man dressed in richly adorned robes.The game was intense, with fast moves followed by moments of deep thought. About ten minutes later, Anders finally conceded defeat."Anders, you've really improved since we last played. You almost had me there," Matthias said, stroking his beard in mild surprise."You flatter me, Your Highness. My chess skills are nothing compared to yours. If you hadn't gone easy on me, I wouldn't have lasted half as long," Anders replied with a modest smile."You're as smooth with words as ever." Matthias let out a hearty laugh with a look of smug satisfaction. Winning was in his nature—whether in war or on the chessboard, defeat was not an option."Well, we've eaten, and we've played. Let's get to business." With a wave of his hand, he signaled his men t