"What is it? Is there anything you couldn't tell me?" Regina narrowed her eyes as her tone turned cold. Thomas trembled, and quickly recounted his entire encounter with Frederick in detail."What did he do after entering the Campbells' estate?" Regina frowned, asking further."I don't know. As soon as he approached the Campbells, I sensed how powerful he was. I was afraid he'd notice me, so I observed from afar, but he still found me," Thomas lowered his head, feeling a bit ashamed."But don’t worry, once Soul Absorption is cast, there's no way to reverse it. That old fart is absolutely beyond saving!" he hurriedly reassured Regina."So, Drakonia has someone this powerful," Regina muttered while being lost in thought. Just then, there was a knock at the door.Regina was surprised. Only a few of her trusted subordinates knew where she stayed, and no one would dare disturb her without her calling for them at this hour."Go and see who it is. Kill them if it's someone you don't
Frederick’s figure flickered and vanished. He reappeared behind Thomas, and delivered a powerful punch.The punch landed squarely on Thomas, but instead of being hurt, Thomas dissolved into a pile of sand and quickly reformed into his body. Other than looking a little pale, he was completely unharmed.“Annoying little pest,” Frederick snorted, and burst through the roof.Thomas let out a long sigh of relief, and smiled. “Ms. Alderidge, I’ve driven off the enemy!”He looked eagerly at Regina. If she was willing to offer herself to gain Frederick’s loyalty, perhaps she'd reward him for defeating Frederick too, right? The thought made Thomas’s heart burn with excitement.Just then, a wave of intense heat surged through the hole Frederick had made. Both Regina and Thomas’s eyes widened in shock as they looked up. A massive fiery handprint crashed down from above. Boom!The entire ground shook violently.Regina's place was instantly crushed into dust. Before Thomas could
Bernard Bradbury rushed to the registration desk, roughly shoving Frederick aside. Caught off guard, Frederick stumbled to the side."Register me now!" Bernard slammed his ID onto the table while barking orders.The staff looked displeased by his rudeness, but since they were ordinary people, they could only swallow their frustration.“Didn’t your mother teach you about waiting your turn?” Frederick said coldly.Bernard was taken aback for a moment. He was surprised that someone dared to speak up to him.He whipped around, and glared at Frederick. “All I know is that whoever has the bigger fists makes the rules! You got a problem with that?”“You pushed me and cut in line, so yes, I do have a problem,” Frederick replied calmly.“Suck it up if you’ve got a problem! Or do you want me to smash your head and see what your brains taste like?” Bernard boasted; he raised his fist, which was the size of a sandbag.“Hey! No fighting outside the arena! Anyone who dares throw a punch wi
Frederick was assigned to Group Seven. The other contestants were already gathered when he arrived. A few individuals stood out, basking in the flattery of the others. These must be the top seeds of the group.Given the dangers of a free-for-all, it was no surprise that some contestants wanted to curry favor with these stronger participants, hoping that they wouldn’t be targeted too harshly.Frederick raised an eyebrow.Bernard, the man who had shoved him at the entrance, was among those being fawned over.He noticed Frederick, and immediately grinned menacingly. He pushed aside the contestants in his way, and strode toward Frederick.“You little punk! You’re finally in my hands!” Bernard cracked his knuckles loudly. He had been a bully his entire life, and no one had ever dared talk back to him. The fact that Frederick had dared to do so sealed his fate in Bernard’s mind.“Mr. Bradbury, you’ve got a problem with this scrawny guy? There’s no need for you to dirty your hands
After six rounds of brutal fighting, only ten people were still able to walk off the stage alive. Among them, two had lost their limbs, and two had their energy core destroyed.600 cultivators—each of whom could be considered an expert fighter, or even a Savant Grandmaster in today’s world. In times of war, the power of these 600 cultivators would easily surpass 60 thousand soldiers.Yet here they were, slaughtering each other for the few precious treasures offered by Skuira.“Group Seven, please step onto the stage.”Regina’s eyes were locked on Frederick as a smile played on her lips. Frederick took a deep breath, and walked toward the stage solemnly.By now, the tension between Frederick and Bernard had spread throughout the arena, and the remaining contestants were all aware of the situation.As Frederick stepped forward, many onlookers began to murmur and exchange curious glances.“So that’s the guy who dared to talk back to Mr. Bradbury?”“He’s brave, but definitely d
To the spectators below, Group Seven had entered the stage and engaged in a brutal, bloody battle—except for Bernard and Fredrick. As soon as they stepped onto the stage, Bernard and Frederick locked eyes, staring each other down.Suddenly, Bernard roared and swung his fist at Frederick.The force of his punch was so powerful that it pushed back the contestants around him. His strength was obvious, and a blow like this could reduce a tiger to a pile of meat.However, Frederick merely extended his palm slowly and caught Bernard's punch easily. He stood there, unmovable, like a mountain.Bernard froze as sweat rolled down his forehead.At that moment, he felt like he wasn’t facing a man, but an ancient, colossal beast."My little sister, who’s still in college, hits harder than you," Frederick smirked, teasing him.He wasn’t lying. After all, he wouldn’t use his inner aura to block his sister’s swats, so he’d feel a little bit of pain. To him, Bernard’s punch didn’t even qualify
“No matter how proud you are, you have to admit that you lost today, didn’t you?“I know why you showed off your overwhelming strength—it's to scare off the remaining three hundred contestants. But before that, over six hundred contestants had already died.“And, they were all cultivators from Drakonia. With just a little trick, I made Drakonia’s Cultivation Realm suffer a massive loss.“Not to mention, among those killed, ninety-nine of them died at your own hands. Let me tell you who some of them were.“One was a successor of the Sword Pavilion, which has protected Drakonia’s borders for generations. Today was his eighteenth birthday. After today, he was supposed to take his sword and guard the borders for the next sixty years.“There was also the top student of the Drakonia War Academy. If you hadn’t killed him, he might have become the next Imperial Preceptor.“And then there’s the only son of Drakonia's Chief of Foreign Affairs. His father recently made a significant contrib
"Get lost!" Frederick snapped at the cultivators, who exchanged awkward glances before leaving quietly in shame. Not one of them had seen through Regina's scheme. When Regina started clapping, Frederick had already lifted the illusion, so they had heard every word she said. They were now all aware of her plot.Once everyone was gone, the arena was empty, except for Frederick and Bernard's lifeless body. Bernard was the only one who had truly died.Frederick then took all the rare treasures that Medisphere Pharmaceuticals had offered as prizes. Among them was something that Frederick needed—a hundred-year-old Miracle Grass. Though it had only matured for a century, it was enough for use in medicine.With this Miracle Grass, Frederick would be able to create the Immortality Pill. While it wouldn’t grant true immortality, it could at least give Lennon a few more months to live. As word of Regina’s plot spread among the cultivators, it caused a massive uproar.“Damn Medisphere