"Only time will tell," the masked man replied cryptically, his voice tinged with an air of enigmatic confidence. His hands remained clasped behind his back, a subtle display of readiness and anticipation as he awaited the commencement of their duel. Victor, seething with anger, lunged at Danial with a powerful punch, his fist aimed at the masked man's head. However, Danial, displaying uncanny agility, skillfully ducked and dodged the formidable strike. Seizing the opportunity, Danial retaliated swiftly with a lightning-quick kick directed at Victor's abdomen. Yet, Victor, leaped skillfully, avoiding the oncoming kick and landing back on his feet with a smirk on his face. "Not bad. You have some skills. I thought I would end the fight quickly and move on, but now I'm excited to fight you, brat," Victor remarked, his tone a mixture of begrudging respect and lingering arrogance. Danial, wearing a sarcastic smile, responded, "Yeah, the punch was too slow, and your movement was not coor
Danial, still catching his breath from the intense rooftop battle, made his way to the exit of the hotel. Now in his hands, his mask carried the weight of the night's events. Glancing at it for a moment, he placed it carefully on a nearby table. As he reached for the door handle, preparing to step into the quiet night, the door swung open abruptly. Startled, Danial found himself face to face with several police officers, their weapons trained on him. Danial, his heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and apprehension, found himself once again facing the daunting sight of police officers with guns trained on him. The sense of déjà vu was palpable as he recalled a similar encounter with the Special Ops team not long ago. He wondered why does this keep happening to him. "Put your hands above your head and lay on the ground!" the officer barked. Danial was stunned. He raised his hands and stood calmly in front of the officers. The officer saw Danial's face and was taken back. " He l
Danial went home after all the ordeal he went through. He was very tired. He didn't understand why he would get tired so easily when he was a minor realm higher in cultivation than Victor. He thought about it for a moment and gave up the idea. He didn't know much anything about cultivation and the actual cultivation world. When Danial entered his home, he saw Natasha cleaning the dishes, he went up to her and asked her " What are you doing so late?" Natasha jerked and almost jumped at the sound of Danial's voice behind her, her heart pounding with surprise. Quickly regaining her composure, she turned back to face him, relief flooding her features as she realized it was only Danial. "Master Danial, you almost scared me to death," Natasha exclaimed. Danial couldn't help but chuckle at Natasha's reaction "What, I thought you were well-trained in the arts of assassination, and this scared you?" he teased, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. Blushing furiously at Danial's teasing
Marshal Barns cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on Danial as he began his tale. "The tomb we are talking about may be the tomb of Cyrus West, the Right-hand General of Prince Egon." Danial leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Who is Cyrus West, and who is Prince Egon?" he inquired, eager to learn more about the enigmatic figures from history. Marshal Barns settled back in his chair, his expression thoughtful as he explained. "If we talk about Prince Egon, he was the strongest prince to have ever ruled and led the Old Dynasty," he began, his voice carrying a hint of reverence. Prince Egon," Marshal Barns continued, "was a figure shrouded in myth and legend. He was not only the strongest prince to have ever ruled and led the Old Dynasty, but he was also revered as a paragon of martial prowess and unmatched power." Danial listened intently as Marshal Barns painted a vivid picture of Prince Egon's legacy. "It is said," Marshal Barns continued, "that Prince Egon reached a level of cu
Each person present was stunned by Danial's accusation against Master Bowan, a respected figure within the Bright Light Academy.Lieutenant Andrews was the first to break the silence, his voice tinged with disbelief. "That is something we didn't expect," he muttered, shaking his head in consternation. "Master Bowan has always been regarded as an honorable and upright individual."Marshal Barns cut him and said " He pretends upright but he is nefarious. There were many cases that came into the organization that involved him."Marshal Barns, his expression grave, turned his attention to Danial, his tone serious as he posed the crucial question, "Are you sure that the person is Master Bowan?".Danial hesitated for a moment, weighing his words carefully. "Although I couldn't say for sure that the culprit is Master Bowan," he began slowly, "I do know that the technique that Victor used bears a striking resemblance to the personal discipline of Master Bowan."Agent Thompson frowned and aske
The Instructor was utterly stunned he didn't understand where these people came from and who are they so powerful. His thought process was interrupted when Pavan stepped ahead. With a swift kick, Pavan aimed for the instructor's midsection, but the instructor countered by sidestepping and delivering a precise elbow strike to Pavan's back. The impact sent Pavan stumbling forward, but he quickly regained his footing, showcasing his resilience. As the battle raged on, Pavan found himself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with the instructor's relentless assault. A kick aimed at his face was narrowly avoided, but Pavan felt the rush of air as it brushed past him. With a quick roll, Pavan regained his footing and launched a counterattack, his fists a blur as they surged forward with raw power. The instructor, caught off guard by Pavan's sudden aggression, barely managed to block the incoming blows, his arms straining under the force of the impact. With a fierce determination, Pava
As Danial struggled to stand, the ache in his body palpable, Master Eamon materialized in front of him with an unsettling speed. Before Danial could fully grasp the situation, Master Eamon delivered a swift punch, muttering, "Taking way too long to recover." Instinctively, Danial rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding the devastating blow. As he looked back at the spot where Master Eamon's punch landed, a sense of awe and trepidation gripped him. The ground bore the impact like a scar, a visible crater surrounded by ominous cracks that seemed to stretch out like fractured veins. A shiver ran down Danial's spine as the realization struck him—Master Eamon wasn't merely testing him; he was unleashing power that bordered on lethal force. At that moment, a chilling thought raced through Danial's mind: "Master Eamon is not trying to test me; he's trying to kill me." Despite his injuries and the overwhelming odds stacked against him, Danial refused to yield to despair. With a grim determinati
As Danial was leaving the academy his phone started ringing. Danial stopped took out his phone and saw an unknown number. He thought for a moment and answered the call " Hello?" On the other side was a calm and elderly voice " Danial have you forgotten about me this early?" Danial recognized the voice, the voice of Barley white the chairman of Sterling Technology! Danial was stunned and quickly said " Sir Barley, I apologize that I didn't recognize your voice. What can I do for you, sir Barley." Barley's voice remained composed but held a hint of disappointment. "You promised to start attending the internship at our company, yet you haven't shown up until now," he remarked pointedly. Danial felt a knot form in his stomach as he realized he was about to face the consequences of his actions. He knew he had no choice but to face Barley White and accept whatever reprimand was coming his way. Determined to make amends, Danial hastily made his way home to change into more presentable at