"Sir Thorne, are you here to get your hands on the Celestial Pearl too?""Hahaha. The Celestial Pearl is a sacred relic of the martial arts world. Naturally, I wouldn't miss out on it." Graham laughed, not denying it. As grandmasters, there were only very few treasures that interested them. It just so happened that the Celestial Pearl was the finest among them.With the Celestial Pearl, there was a chance they would be able to break through their limitations and become an ultimate grandmaster!They would stand at the top of the martial world when that moment came. "I'm joining in as well, amen."A figure exuding a holy aura suddenly stepped out from the shadows.It was a bald, elderly man with a scar on his head. He was plump and had a kind demeanor, dressing in a loose-fitting robe. It looked like he was bathed in divine light, radiating a sense of holiness. And as the gentle sunlight shone upon him, he gave off a refreshing feeling. "It's the Abbot of the Combat Priests,
"What? Michael Robinson? One of Balerno's five ultimate grandmasters?" "Neptune! It's actually Neptune! Holy shit! Why is he here?""He's been in hiding all these years, never getting himself involved in the affairs of the martial world. "Why did he suddenly appear out of thin air? The world must be ending!" Michael's appearance caused a commotion among the crowd. They looked at him in awe and astonishment. The five ultimate grandmasters of Balerno were publicly acknowledged as the five most powerful individuals. And among them was Michael, also known as Neptune. Ten years ago, he had defended Westward Fortress alone. Single-handedly, he defeated three highly skilled foreign grandmasters. His efforts prevented many enemy cavalry from entering the country. He was only one man guarding the city, yet enemies were kept at bay. That was how the battle made him famous. That year, when his fame soared, he was appointed a knight. His glorious deeds were still being recounted a
"God damn it! If I had Neptune's power, I would be a hundred times cockier than he was!" The martial artists chattered among themselves. They were not only amazed, but they were also filled with admiration for him. Who else had the guts to provoke three grandmasters in Balerno?"How dare you, Michael! Do you think we're afraid of you?" Theodore was furious. It was humiliating to be publicly scolded by someone younger. "Robinson, don't go overboard!"Graham was angry, too. "We were showing respect by offering advice as fellow grandmasters. But if you insist on opposing us, don't blame us for using violence!""Amen."Orson let out a soft sigh. "Sir Robinson, if you remain stubborn, I can only follow the will of the heavens." "Since the three of you won't let this matter go, let's fight. "After all, it's been long since I've stretched my muscles." Michael suddenly laughed. A deep aura started to flow out from him. The surrounding temperature dropped, and a swirling hur
The battle between the four intensified. And the destruction they left grew as they fought. Everything within their range was destroyed and became rubble. Birds and animals of the Black Forest ran away.The huge commotion also attracted the attention of various martial artists. Low-level martial artists, divine-level martial artists, and even grandmasters were present. They were from various sects and skill levels. Almost all sorts of martial artists had gathered. But they did not dare make a move. Everyone watched from afar as the four grandmasters fought. They were shocked, but their gazes were locked on the epic battle. With each resounding clash, their battle grew intense. Waves of energy rippled outward like a tsunami. It sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers. After a long exchange of moves, Theodore, Graham, and Orson grew alarmed. They didn't expect Michael to be that strong.Even against three opponents, he wasn't struggling.His grandmaster aura seemed
That was just too powerful! "Haha! Yes! We won!" Abigail jumped for joy.A while ago, she was still worried that her father would lose. She didn't expect him to win so easily. "A powerful man, indeed." Dustin smiled faintly. He wasn't too surprised by the result. Michael was an ultimate grandmaster. He was also ranked the best among the five ultimate grandmasters of Balerno. Theodore and the other two men weren't his match at all. If Michael hadn't shown them mercy, they would have been taken down a long time ago. "Do you still want to fight?" Michael took a step forward. His demeanor grew even more imposing. It was hard not to be intimidated by him. Theodore and the rest crawled out of the pit, looking a mess. They were both shocked and cautious. They had never imagined that Michael had hidden his true strength. His sudden outburst earlier had completely caught them off guard. "What do we do now? Are we going to give up just like this?" Theodore glanced at the other t
"What's going on? Where did the black fog come from?""Does anyone have Curax? I'd be willing to pay a high price for it!" "Oh, no! Are we going to be poisoned to death?"Everyone was terrified as they watched the black fog closing in on them from all sides. Their legs had turned to jelly. They had come here in search of treasure. But instead of finding any, they had thrown themselves into danger. "This is bad. The Black Forest has Song of Hell!" Michael scanned his surroundings with a grim expression. At this time, he could no longer care about Theodore, Graham, and Orson. "Dad, what's Song of Hell?" Abigail couldn't help but feel nervous when she saw how anxious the others were. "An extremely terrifying miasma. It's known as one of the ten deadliest poisons in the world. While it might not be the most toxic, its lethality is unmatched. It destroys and devours everything in its path," Michael explained.Hearing that, Abigail swallowed nervously. "Then what should we d
Everyone was running around in panic. However, the black fog had blocked all their paths. There was nowhere for them to go. "The Venerable Crane, aren't you powerful? Please save us!" "Sir Thorne, you are a grandmaster martial artist. You must be able to help us, right?""Orson, aren't you supposed to care about us? Saving lives is going to benefit an abbot like you tremendously!" A group of flustered martial artists hurried over to Theodore and his group. They cried and begged to be saved. "What a bunch of trash! Fuck off!" Theodore waved his hand, giving off a force that sent them flying. "Well, greed kills a person. You can only consider this your misfortune," Graham said coldly, remaining unfazed. "This is a natural catastrophe. There is nothing much I can do either." Orson shook his head. In the face of the poisonous fog, the grandmasters could only protect themselves."Sir Robinson! Please save us!" Right then, a large group of martial artists approached Michael
"The black fog has been sucked away!""This is great! We are safe!""As expected of Sir Robinson!"When everyone saw the miasma being drawn away, their spirits were instantly lifted. They had thought they were going to die. Fortunately, Michael had saved them. He had used his immense power to absorb all the poisonous miasma.They were no longer in danger!It didn't take long for the surrounding black fog to slowly disappear. "It's gone! The black fog is gone!" The crowd was filled with joy. They were glad to have survived the disaster. In stark contrast, Michael underwent a rapid transformation upon absorbing the miasma. His entire body darkened from head to toe. Even his nails turned black. The poison had spread across his body. In the end, Michael couldn't take it anymore. He coughed out a mouthful of black blood and fell from above. "Dad!" Just as Abigail wanted to step forward to catch him, Dustin stopped her. "I'll do it," he said and quickly leaped into the
"So what if I am? And what if I push even further?" Dustin's smile slowly faded. "If you don't like it, do something about it."There was no reasoning with tyrants like Warrick."Punk, are you really willing to risk your life against me? Have you ever considered what happens if you lose?" Warrick's face turned grim as a wave of killing intent spread from him.He had already taken a step back to avoid unnecessary trouble. If Dustin refused to back down, there was no choice but to fight."Cut the crap. You wanna fight, fight." Dustin didn't bother with more words. With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle shot out and aimed toward Warrick's forehead—silent, unassuming, but deadly."Hmm?" Warrick's brow furrowed as he instinctively raised his arm. Sparks flew as the needle deflected off his arm and buried into the ground."Oh? You've mastered the Adamantine Body Technique?" Dustin narrowed his eyes. At that instant, he saw through Warrick's technique. Not only was he halfway
Mulder's body trembled, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. His energy drained, and his entire being seemed to collapse.Dustin's finger flick had not only shattered his sword but also injured his internal organs. With the effects of the enhanced serum wearing off, Mulder was now back to his original state and completely spent.His once-powerful frame now shrank like a punctured balloon. He looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. Mulder could no longer fight. Even standing up was a challenge."He's finished," Dustin said coolly, then looked at Warrick. "Now it's your turn.""Hmm?" Warrick frowned, and his expression turned serious.Dustin's display of strength earlier had made him feel a sense of crisis. If they fought head-on, there was no telling who would come out on top.But Warrick was just one step away from escaping West Lucozia, bound for Artea and a life of freedom and luxury. He had no intention of risking his life in battle unless he absolutely
"This is interesting." Dustin smirked as the dense barrage of swords came slashing down at him. In the blink of an eye, his figure dissolved into a wisp of smoke and vanished.A storm of sword shadows carrying the force that could split rivers and overturn seas crashed down on the fishing boat where he had just been standing. The entire vessel broke apart in an instant—some sinking into the depths while others drifted across the water."What? He dodged it?" Warrick's eyes flickered with surprise.Mulder's attack just now had been a 360-degree attack. Once caught in its range, there was no chance to dodge—only the option to endure. He couldn't understand how Dustin had managed to avoid it. Did he just teleport?"Hiding like a coward? What kind of warrior are you? Come fight me face-to-face."Frustrated after his attack missed again, Mulder grew desperate. His enhanced serum would only last for 15 minutes. If this dragged on, he'd collapse from exhaustion before Dustin even touche
"Oh? Are we going all out now?" Dustin smirked, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.Mulder, who had advanced to become a grandmaster martial artist through drugs, had a weak foundation. Even after taking the enhanced serum, he still posed no threat to Dustin. If Mulder were a hundred times stronger, he might just barely be able to fight Dustin.As the serum's effects pushed his body to the limit, Mulder suddenly let out a furious roar. His muscles swelled rapidly, and his bones cracked as they expanded. His body grew larger at an alarming rate, and his clothes tore apart under the strain.His six-foot frame stretched to nearly seven feet in mere moments as his body swelled to monstrous proportions. His face twisted fiercely, and his skin darkened as black scales surfaced.With another guttural growl, his roar turned beastlike. He grabbed his shredded shirt and ripped it away, exposing his broad chest covered in dark scales. A faint, eerie sheen flickered across their surface."D
Dustin's words made Mulder frown.Mulder knew all too well that Warrick was the kind of man who had no sense of loyalty or honor. If Warrick could kill his own personal guards without hesitation, what would stop him from killing a stranger? Mulder was certain that the moment things went south, Warrick would be the first to flee. Given the choice, he'd never willingly risk his life as Warrick's sacrificial pawn. But now, there was no turning back.With his undercover identity exposed and him helping Warrick escape, Mulder became a sworn enemy of West Lucozia. His name was now on the most-wanted list.Tonight was their best chance to escape. If they missed it, finding another way out would be nearly impossible.There was only one path left for him—kill whoever stood in his way and make it onto that escape boat."Enough talk, punk. Let's see what you're really made of," Mulder said.After weighing his options, he gritted his teeth and finally decided to draw his longsword. His fig
"You had your chance. Don't blame me for what happens next," Dustin said.With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the steel blades clamped between them shattered with a sharp clang.Before the two Hall of Gods members could even react, Dustin waved his hand.The two men were sent flying as if they'd been hit by a truck, hurtling over 30 feet through the air. Blood sprayed from their mouths and noses before they hit the ground. They were critically injured and on the verge of death.Dustin slowly turned his head and looked at the man who had just tried to ambush him.The man glanced at the broken sword in his hand, then at Dustin, who looked utterly unfazed. He hesitated for a split second—then bolted.With a powerful leap, he dove straight for the sea. He knew Dustin's strength was on a completely different level. There was no chance of outrunning him on land, so the only hope was to disappear into the water.It might have worked—if not for what happened next.Just before he hit
"You're not a fisherman? Who the hell are you?"Mulder's guard shot up the moment he got a clear look at the young man's face.Fishermen who spent their days at sea were usually tanned from the sun, but this one had a fair complexion. It felt a little strangeNoticing something was off, the men behind Mulder drew their blades and fixed their sharp gazes on the fisherman.The so-called fisherman standing guard wasn't just anyone—it was Dustin, who had been waiting for them all along.Since his plan was set in motion, he'd been stationed there from morning until midnight. After what felt like an eternity, his targets had finally arrived."Isn't it obvious? I'm here to capture you."Dustin rose from the deck and rolled his shoulders before speaking in an even tone. "If you don't want to die, surrender now. Otherwise, it'll be too late.""Watch out! It could be an ambush." Mulder swiftly pulled out his dagger. His sharp gaze scanned the surroundings for any sign of hidden troops.
As night fell, Warrick sat motionless in his room as he tried to calm his mind through meditation. He had always been able to clear his mind with ease. But tonight, no matter how hard he tried, focus eluded him. A restless unease settled over him and refused to let him relax.Nearly two hours passed before Mulder's scouts finally returned. This time, they brought good news.The smuggling route they had scouted was completely safe, with no signs of an ambush. The West Lucozia army had yet to discover this potential escape route.Once everything was confirmed, Mulder let out a breath of relief. Warrick, too, finally felt the weight lift from his chest."Since the route is safe, we should set out immediately to avoid any unexpected complications." Warrick said. He had no intention of waiting any longer. He was a wanted man, and every moment in West Lucozia increased his chances of capture. There was no telling when the army might surround him. Only by escaping to Thaloria would he
After a hearty meal, the burly Warrick sprawled lazily onto the bed and dozed off. He slept soundly till dusk, lost in a deep dream. When the sky was painted in brilliant hues of the setting sun, only then did he wake up leisurely.The exhaustion from the previous day seemed to have melted away. He felt invigorated, refreshed, and in high spirits.At that moment, Leigh had already set the table in the hall with quiet efficiency. Compared to the first meal, this spread was far more lavish.At the center of the table sat a whole roasted pig. Its golden-brown skin glistened with a rich, crispy sheen. The mouthwatering aroma filled the room, making it impossible not to crave a bite.Warrick had never been one for formalities. The moment he saw the feast, he didn't hesitate. He strode over, took a seat, and started digging in. He ate with zero restraint without sparing a single thought for Mulder, who was still out gathering intel.After a while, half of the roast pig was gone. His fac