In a deep and meaningful way, Dustin shared. "I didn't think you knew so much. Honestly, you seem as impressive as Caleb."Dalen's deep knowledge of the Sacred Wyrm Summit set him apart from the ordinary.Smiling humbly, Dalen responded, "You're giving me too much credit. I'm just someone who likes to stay informed and gossip a bit. I don't possess any remarkable skills."He added, "But if you're keen on entering the Combat Tournament, I'll do my best to support you in winning.""Mr. Shade, I appreciate the compliment, but entering the Combat Tournament is more about expanding my skills than winning. I can't imagine competing with legends, given my limited abilities," Dustin said nonchalantly.Dalen smiled subtly. "Dustin, don't sell yourself short. I'm good at judging people."He continued, "You have a strong presence and a unique way about you. Even from a distance, I feel a sort of royal presence. I don't know your background, but trust me, you're not just ordinary.""I didn'
At times, appearing beautiful might draw unwanted notice. Despite being a man, Dalen possessed a face more enchanting than some women. At that moment, he was confronted by a gang of burly men making unwanted advances.Amid the commotion, Dustin opted to pay no mind to the situation and casually enjoyed his drink."Hey, beauty. Why stick with this weakling? Join us for a few drinks, and we'll ensure you have a blast!" The bearded-burly man traced his finger along Dalen's jawline with a lecherous grin."I suggest you back off, or you'll regret it," Dalen cautioned, his expression turning cold.Although he often dealt with advances from both men and women due to his good looks, direct harassment like this was a rare occurrence."Beauty, are you upset?" The bearded-burly man rubbed his chin and teased, "I've got to admit, the way you get all riled up is downright alluring. It's a real spectacle, a feast for the eyes!"In response, everyone erupted in laughter.Dustin couldn't help
Seeing Miles sprang into action, two burly men jumped out from behind the bearded-burly man. They brandished their machetes, which carried a distinct scent of blood and an intangible air, a result of years of bloodshed.They called this practice "nurturing the weapon" in the martial world. Sadly, the machetes wielded by these burly men were still in their early stages, lacking the commanding presence.Miles took the lead with his sword, facing off against the two burly men. Their machete swings were forceful but lacked finesse, appearing somewhat clumsy.In contrast, Miles displayed a refined skill set, clearly benefiting from mentorship and substantial practical experience. His speed, strength, and technique proficiency showcased a comprehensive and advanced development.In the three-way clash, it was evident that Miles outclassed the two burly men. With just ten moves, Miles defeated them, leaving them sprawled on the ground. Miles also punished them by stabbing each of the
"Ah!" Miles clenched his teeth and growled, veins popping on his face.He tried hard to push the machete away from his shoulder by pressing both hands against his sword. Despite his efforts, the machete stayed in place, and the pressure on it kept growing. This unyielding force was so powerful that it caused his knees to create cracks in the floor directly beneath them.The bearded-burly man sneered. "Hmph! Do you think you're skilled enough to challenge the Butcher Guild? You're overestimating yourself!" "Chief is great!""Chief is strong!"The other burly men couldn't help but cheer at the situation. The Butcher Guild was a respectable faction in the North, not to be messed with by someone insignificant."You, punk! Trying to act like a hero in front of me is the dumbest thing you've ever done. Today, I'll teach you a lesson by breaking your wrist!" The bearded-burly man grinned wickedly. He swung his machete toward Miles' wrist.Just as Miles was about to lose his wrist,
Every time Crystal swung her sword, it left a bleeding gash on the bearded-burly man. Within moments, he had been stabbed over a dozen times, left without any means of defense.Despite his strength, she outclassed him entirely in skill. The spectators were amazed and impressed as her advanced swordsmanship shone brightly."Ah!" the bearded-burly man cried in agony. With his tendons severed, he collapsed onto the ground. He was now crippled, covered in blood and numerous wounds, though they were not fatal."Chief!" The Butcher Guild disciples were shocked and enraged to witness their typically imposing and unstoppable chief suffering in such a manner."Damn it! How dare you hurt our chief? You're pushing your luck!""Everyone! Let's teach this bitch a lesson!"The Butcher Guild disciples roared, brandishing their machetes and charging at Crystal with anger.She snorted coldly and mercilessly thrust her sword into the attacking crowd. "Ember Strike!"In less than a moment, the
"W-What!" Dalen's words surprised the few people standing there. It took them a moment to process the unexpected revelation.Miles, who had been expressing his feelings, stood still with an awkward smile. His eyes widened, hands hovering in confusion.How could that happen? Could it be that his daring rescue mission, intended for a damsel, was actually for a man?"A man? You're... kidding, right?" The girl in red scrutinized Dalen with disbelief on her face. How could someone with such an attractive face be a man?Crystal hesitated, mouth slightly agape, unsure of how to react.So, the troublemakers from the Butcher Guild, who had caused a ruckus earlier, weren't harassing a woman but a man? This unexpected turn of events was truly one of a kind."I'm not kidding. I'm a real gentleman," Dalen affirmed with a nod. Mistaking his identity wasn't new for him when he ventured outside.The girl in red hesitated before stating, "But your appearance...""I've got a male body with a f
After a few drinks, everyone loosened up and started chatting.Dalen asked, "Ms. Wesley, I've heard you're the Sword Union disciples. Are you here for the Combat Tournament at the Sacred Wrym Summit?"Crystal nodded. "Yes, that's right." She was reserved and not much of a talker. Ruby, the lively one, chimed in with a smile. "Dalen, truth be told, we're here because our guildmaster told us to."The Ancient Sage is hosting the Combat Tournament at the Sacred Wrym Summit this time. It's creating quite a buzz."Not only Sword Union, but other guilds like the Celestial Alliance and the Mystics Arts Order are sending their top disciples to participate.""Ruby, did the Sword Union only send the three of you?" Dalen asked curiously."Not really," Ruby shook her head. "We're here just for fun. The real Sword Union contestants are someone else."Ruby and Miles were only at the later stages of being divine-level martial artists. Crystal, while strong, was only halfway to becoming a gran
Dustin glanced at Dalen. No matter how gorgeous Dalen was, Dustin couldn't imagine himself liking another guy.Dalen coughed uncomfortably as he sipped his drink, his face contorted in discomfort. He grinned wryly and remarked, "Ms. Wesley, I can't tell if you're praising me or teasing me with that remark.""It's a compliment! Your gorgeous face could win over any man," Crystal said with a straight face."Oh, well..." Dalen was momentarily speechless. Did she have to say that to his face? Something didn't feel right."If you don't believe me, just ask Miles," Crystal said.At that moment, Miles was staring right at Dalen. When Crystal mentioned his name, he slightly tensed, swiftly shifting his gaze away with a nervous and guilty expression."W-What? Me?" Miles awkwardly responded. "Quit joking around, Crystal. What does this have to do with me?""You seem a bit off, Miles." Ruby raised an eyebrow. She looked around mischievously and smirked. "You're not bewitched by Dalen, ar