In an instant, the entire arena was bathed in the sun-like radiance. The force behind Severin's punch could rival that of a dragon, and it engulfed Janik with its characteristic explosive power. Janik was covered in goosebumps as soon as the True-Sun Fist's grasp drowned him, and a sense of impending doom began to creep in.Severin's attack prompted Janik to concentrate all his spiritual energy in front of him, forming a protective shield. "How is he so strong?" he cursed, and his intensifying anger continued to fuel his desire to kill Severin. Unfortunately, Janik soon discerned a faint cracking sound emanating from his spiritual shield."This is bad!" Before he could react, the protective shield crumbled, and the True-Sun Fist shattered it completely as it delivered a devastating blow. Janik's arm was broken at the shoulder, and his shoulder blade was exposed.He spat blood and said tremblingly, "The T-T-True-Sun F-Fist!" bore witness to Severin's overwhelming strength.Janik, kn
Severin's decisive defeat of Janik sparked an immediate commotion among the crowd. It was particularly noticeable on the mayor's side, as well as the sect elders who were sitting on the viewing platform.Among them was a handsome, salt-and-pepper-haired, middle-aged man who was clad in luxurious-looking clothes. He smiled warmly, and stroked his beard as he remarked, "Your city seems to have produced a prodigy who can kill his peers with relative ease, Mayor Kiyu!"The man's name was Ferland, an elder of the Grandiuno Sect, one of the four major sects in the whole of Southsky state. He was a level nine supreme saint, and he was in charge of the present edition of Nontwo City's sacred lake tournament.Elders from the four major sects were entrusted primarily with managing the tournament to ensure fairness. Their other aim was to identify anyone who had potential. Many disciples were nurtured by the sect from a young age, but others were recruited by the sects after excelling in the t
Jangar had just risen from his seat when he heard his opponent conceding defeat. He sat back with a wry smile, believing that only Thorold and Severin were his true adversaries in the tournament.He glanced calmly at Severin who had just returned to the Chorteau's waiting area and had a flash of determination in his eyes. "I can't wait to face you next!"Moments later, Kiyu called Wuhlricht's name for the next round. "We shall now invite the Chorteaus' honorary elder, Wuhlricht Blausch to take his position in the arena!"Wuhlricht's opponent was Tonnie, the Lischalts' fifth elder. Tonnie’s aura was almost similar to that of the Walpens' members the other day. Wuhlricht glanced at his opponent and stepped onto the arena, whereupon his opponent emanated a burst of terrifying energy that created a gust of wind in the arena.Rourie could not help his curiosity as he asked Severin. "Do you think Elder Wuhlricht will win?"Given their familiarity with the Lischalts, the Chorteaus were w
Half a day had passed, and the sacred lake tournament was about to enter the most competitive phase. Nearly forty participants from all the major families in Nontwo City joined the tournament, and Severin's party totaled eleven level nine royal saints. Other prominent families like the Lischalts and the Gahrrs four or five level nine royal saints each, while the remaining contenders represented weaker factions such as the mayor's mansion and other second-tier families.Following half a day of battling, sixteen contestants had successfully secured their advancement. Notably, eight out of Severin's eleven members had successfully progressed. Diane, Sheila, and Sofia were the only ones who failed to advance, given that they had just attained level nine royal saint. Their slightly weaker stage was therefore somewhat disadvantageous for them against opponents of the same level. However, their valiant efforts resulted in a close contest, and they would have won had luck been on their side.
Ferland from the Grandiuno Sect was initially optimistic about Severin, but that optimism dulled considerably after knowing that Severin's opponent was Thorold. Though he acknowledged Severin's strength from the previous battle against Janik, Ferland knew that Thorold was a whole different adversary. As an elder of the Grandiuno Sect, Ferland was well aware of Thorold's reputation within the Deifirm Sect.'It'll be a shame for such a bright sprout to be nipped in the bud,' Ferland thought to himself and decided to save Severin once the battle ended.At the same time, Rourie became anxious upon discovering Severin's opponent and was no longer as proud as he was before when he basked in all the compliments. His face betrayed worry and anxiety as he exclaimed, "We're doomed. Is this where my family's luck runs out?"Severin was up against none other than Thorold, renowned as the most exceptional prodigy in Nontwo City! Three factors stacked in Thorold's favor: his Thunderbolt Constitut
The oppressive pressure radiating from the arena permeated through the entire arena, eliciting gasps of surprise from countless spectators at the venue."Gasp! Just the aura from these two is enough to strike fear in me.""Is this the true might of a genius? Though they are only level nine royal saints, they seem to tower above many of us. Their aura alone can send chills down the spine of ordinary level nine royal saints!""Who will emerge victorious? Will it be Thorold? Or will it be Severin?"Thorold narrowed his eyes after sensing Severin's power. A glint of murderous intent emerged from his pupils. "Is this where your confidence is coming from?"The waves produced by Severin's attainment had captured Thorold's attention. Thorold left the Gahrrs to join the Deifirm Sect, where he was accepted first as an outer disciple. He then rose through the ranks, bracing through countless hardships and dangers to become a level nine royal saint. He eventually became an inner disciple.Hi
With their attacks nullifying each other's, Severin and Thorold began to engage each other once more! The collision of their surging spiritual energy created violent airwaves in the arena.A sneer graced Thorold's face and his murderous expression grew stronger. He extended his right hand toward the air, conjuring up countless thunderbolts that converged into a mid-air thunderbolt vortex. The sudden appearance of that vortex sent shivers down the spines of onlookers.In the Lischalts waiting area, Jangar immediately recognized the vortex and remarked solemnly, "This is the Desolated Thundercloud!"The Desolated Thundercloud was a technique devised by Thorold via a combination of the Gahrrs' Sun-grade combat techniques with the Deifirm Sect's lightning-attribute training exercise. It was tailored specifically to his Thunderbolt Consitution. Upon execution, it could transform the air into a lightning pool, unleashing various forms of thunderbolts that served as a remarkable offensive
The Rose-Petal Rain displayed its true powers as the petals shattered dozens of Thorold's spears. The petals then continued their course toward Thorold. Following the sparks that were produced from the explosions, Thorold's pupils contracted as he felt an impending sense of doom. As a level nine royal saint, he was accustomed to effortlessly dispatching same-level practitioners, and even level one supreme saints posed little difficulty to him. Unfortunately, Severin was brimming with a menacing aura that he had never encountered before.The approaching storm of delicate petals left Thorold with no time to formulate a contingency plan. He could only raise his hand and command the thunderbolts around him to surge wildly. The air around him was whipped up a storm, and the thunderbolt vortex erupted with a formidable power. A deafening, muffled sound of thunder was heard, and serpent-like electric currents swiftly enveloped Thorold's body. He had fashioned an armor out of the lightning.