As the fighters before his match fought, some of the weaker fighters within the March family swiftly admitted defeat within the first minute of battle. The first round of fights quickly reached the fifteenth match within less than an hour. Two of these matches were between the fighters and the March family servants, with the fighters advancing in the end. In the last four matches, the first two ended quickly, and in the third match, Wilbur's eyes lit up as Locke, the fighter who used Tiger Fist, appeared once again. Sure enough, he also advanced to the finals. Locke's opponent was one of the March family servants. Locke muttered an incantation, summoning the apparition of a fierce tiger, which relentlessly attacked the March family servant. The servant was forced to retreat, but then suddenly let out a roar, unleashing a stronger aura, and with a large saber in hand, leaped into the air, bringing the blade down on Locke. The shadow tiger let out a furious roar, stood up, and po
"Hahaha!" Upon seeing this, Horst threw his head back in laughter and said, "Wilbur, do you think I'm as foolish as you? Let me tell you, I've long since mastered the power of dark space. Now, let my dark space power devour all your energy!" Hearing this, Wilbur was startled, but he quickly regained his composure. He suddenly stretched out his hands and grasped Horst's energy ball. In the next second, Wilbur's hands emitted a white light, and the energy within the ball was rapidly absorbed by Wilbur's Light Gloves. As the energy ball grew smaller, Horst's expression transformed into that of shock as he exclaimed, "What? You… You're actually the Child of Light?" Wilbur did not understand why practitioners in the middle dimensions would react with such shock upon learning of his identity, but this was not the time to seek answers. Wilbur could only accelerate the absorption of the energy ball. As the energy ball shrank further, Horst suddenly unleashed the powerful force of his d
"Hahaha!" Horst threw his head back in laughter and said, "Wilbur, do you see it now? Everyone wants to see you die. You think you represent justice, that you represent light, but you will never understand the human heart. Even if you're the successor of the Child of Light, death is all that awaits you!" With that, Horst quickly formed hand seals while chanting an incantation. Suddenly, in the space in front of him, to the left and right, two massive vortexes appeared in mid-air. From these vortexes emerged two black, shadowy mages. The two mages simultaneously waved their staffs, and giant boulders suddenly rained down from the sky, crashing down rapidly. Wilbur dodged left and right, but there were too many boulders. In an instant, one of them plummeted from right above him. Wilbur had no choice but to raise his hands, forcibly holding up a boulder. Then, a second boulder crashed into the first, followed by a third. Gritting his teeth, Wilbur's body shook violently, and a pow
The atmosphere on the scene was tense, on the verge of erupting into a full-scale riot. "Stop!" Bale leaped from the spectator stand onto the platform, looking at Wilbur and then at the March members. He declared, "Listen up, this is the Guard Challenge. Anyone who breaks the rules defies the command of the lord of Walker Town. If that happens, I will personally execute anyone who violates the rules." At this moment, Jeems March, the leader of the March group, gritted his teeth and angrily said, "Lord Bale, did you not see what just happened? Wilbur killed Horst right in front of us. How can we let him get away with such arrogance?" "Silence!" Bale reprimanded. "Jeems, everyone knows this is the Guard Challenge. All participants have signed the agreement that if they die in battle, no one else is to be blamed. The responsibility lies solely with the individual. You all signed the agreement. What now? Are you trying to go back on your word? You only saw Wilbur killing Horst, but
The legend of the Child of Light had long instilled fear in people's hearts, and Wilbur's special identity and strength only deepened their shock. Many believed that killing Wilbur would resolve the situation, ensuring that the legend of the Child of Light would not resurface. However, it now seemed that achieving this would be far more challenging than anticipated. Jeems led the group back to the resting area beneath the platform. One of his subordinates asked, "Mister Jeems, what should we do now? Mister Horst is dead. If the patriarch finds out, what will we do?" "The patriarch?" Jeems' eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. "I almost forgot! The patriarch is supposed to exit seclusion today. Quickly, send someone to inform the patriarch. While we may fear Bale, the patriarch surely will not. As long as the patriarch arrives before the tournament ends, Wilbur is as good as dead!" After issuing these instructions, Jeems sent one of his men back to the March family as quickly as
Hearing this, Jeems quickly stood up to greet him, bowing and saying, "Patriarch, you've finally arrived. Mister Horst was killed by Wilbur during the battle. You must seek justice for him." "Wilbur?" Jalone looked in the direction Jeems pointed, then in a flash, he turned into a shadow and instantly appeared in front of Wilbur. Staring at him, Jalone said, "Was it you who killed my son, Horst?" Wilbur looked back at Jalone, his face cold and expressionless, and replied, "Yes, Horst was killed by me." "How dare you speak to me in that tone," Jalone retorted. As he spoke, a powerful aura erupted from him, sending Wilbur flying several meters away and crashing to the ground. Gasping for breath, Wilbur muttered, "Such power…" "Hold on!" At that moment, Bale leaped forward and stood in front of Wilbur, then swiftly struck out, meeting Jalone's palm. Both of them were forced to take several steps back. Jalone, his face cold, said, "Bale, I'm handling my family matters. If you kn
Upon hearing this, Jalone furrowed his brow. Though he did not hold George in high regard, he was not ready to make an enemy out of him. Jalone took a deep breath and said, "The challenge is meant for sparring, and it should stop short of causing serious harm. Gravely injuring an opponent is already unkind and killing them is even more so. Should such an unkind and unjust person be protected by you, Lord George?" "Heh," George chuckled lightly. "Mister March, if we're talking about being unkind and unjust, it seems your two sons fit that description far better. From what I know, during the tournament, your son Marco repeatedly used hidden weapons, each time intending to kill his opponents. He killed quite a few. Later, when Marco was slain, your family blamed everyone in the arena and those who competed against him." He looked at the March family participants, then continued, "In response, your family wantonly killed innocent people, taking several lives. Today, in the first mat
Bale smiled faintly and, after watching Jalone and the March family leave the arena, announced, "Now that the March family participants have forfeited, I declare that due to the special circumstances, we will proceed straight to the Middle Guard Challenge." After the March family left, eight contestants remained in the arena. Following Bale's command, eight Middle Guards took turns facing off against the eight contestants. This time, four of the contestants were defeated, leaving only four to advance. Two of them chose to take the title of Middle Guard. In the end, only Wilbur and Locke were left to challenge for the title of Senior Guard. The rules for challenging the Senior Guard were that Wilbur and Locke would each face the current Senior Guard. The one who won would become the Senior Guard, and if both were victorious, they would both be granted the title. At this point, the tournament could conclude. However, if Wilbur and Locke wished to compete against each other to determi