Shock gripped them. It was an utter shock. Benedict and his three companions were utterly dumbfounded. They gaped at Gideon, who stood at the plane's cabin door, their minds reeling and struggling to process what they had just seen. The onlookers, including the other kings, felt an even deeper sense of dread. Unbelievable! A single punch to defeat four kings! What did that signify? It was akin to single-handedly overpowering the continent's mightiest forces. Only Franco was absent. Had Franco been present and all five powerful kings subdued, it would truly signify dominion over the entire continent. Such power! In that instant, everyone looked at Gideon with admiration and awe. Some instinctively fell to their knees. Once one person kneeled, a wave of onlookers followed suit, bowing in reverence. Gideon surveyed the scene and said calmly, "I'm merely passing through. I have no other intentions. Let this matter rest here. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Wi
"Who are they?" he asked in a frosty tone. "I don't know," came the reply. "Mr. Hager mentioned they're quite distinguished and requested you to receive them." "Very well. Let them in," Martin Hadler agreed with a nod. Moments later, Gideon led the way into the grand hall, with Umbra and Lysander trailing behind. His focus was unwavering as he ignored everyone else and locked eyes with Martin. "Are you the leader of the rebel army?" he inquired. "How dare you!" a general immediately shouted in outrage. "We are the legitimate force here. What do you mean by 'rebel army'? Choose your words carefully, young man. This is your only warning." "Kneel down!" The command was as compelling as a divine decree. The words had an instant effect. The general, who possessed transcendent abilities, found himself unable to resist, as if immense weights were placed upon his shoulders. He collapsed to his knees with a loud crash, his kneecaps shattering on impact. A piercing scream res
Siward was born with an enchanting allure, which was the source of her strength. Now, with just one look, Gideon could see that her enchanting allure was compromised. For her, this was a profoundly severe injury. At that point, Siward became earnest. "Ian and the others are in trouble." "What do you mean?" "Come with me. I'll explain everything." Siward took hold of Gideon, and they left the grand hall immediately. Martin and the other generals were left behind. However, they bore no resentment. Still, a trace of disappointment appeared in Martin's eyes.… In the backyard, Siward shared some details. After the champions arrived in Tylland, they began conducting covert investigations. They had indeed found evidence of The Light Council. Furthermore, it seemed they were close to uncovering some critical information. The Light Council was engaged in some unknown and mysterious activities. "Genetic engineering?""Yes."Siward's expression was grave. "The secret we unco
Gideon cautioned, "There are still some small cracks. Be careful. You need more treatment." As he spoke, the other champions began to regain consciousness one by one. While their injuries were no longer life-threatening, they remained very weak and required time to recover. "What happened to us?" "Are we dead?" Timmy exclaimed, "What are you talking about? You're all alive and fine. Gideon saved you from the brink of death, and even the Grim Reaper wouldn't dare argue!" "Sir!" The group was thrilled. Gideon comforted them, "You've all endured a lot. From now on, just focus on recovering." "Can you still contact Ian and the others? I need to find out where they are." "Sir, when we parted ways, we agreed to meet at the Great Rift of Death in southeastern Tylland. We can only head there and hope for the best!" "The Great Rift of Death," Gideon repeated to himself. "Then, that's where we'll go."As everyone boarded the aircraft, Gideon turned to Siward, asking, "Aren't y
"Martin, surrender. You can't halt our progression on your own. The Pope and King Franco have commanded the destruction of the 39 cities held by the rebel forces within a single day. "In fact, it won't even take that long. Once we capture you—the key figure of the rebellion—the other cities will fall without resistance. "You are a skilled individual, reaching the pinnacle of the sixth rank in transcendence. Even within The Light Council, you would be significant. If you choose to surrender, I can introduce you to the Council," Bertram spoke with immense arrogance. His tone implied he was offering Martin a favor. Yet, Martin felt nothing but contempt. "The Light Council? Ha! There are only a few members there worth acknowledging. The Pope and the commander of the ten elite legions are among them. But you, Bertram, are the last person I would respect!" "Hmm?" Bertram's expression grew grim. Fury overtook him. "You're so obstinate! It appears you're intent on resisting to the end.
"My apologies!"Out of nowhere, two words came from behind Bertram, making his hair stand on end.Martin had somehow appeared behind him.Bertram's face changed drastically, but it was too late. Before the attack even landed, the terrifying force had already torn through his red robe."Judgment Spear! Slash!" At the brink of life and death, a long spear tore through the air, carrying an explosive roar, ferocious beyond measure. It locked onto Martin.A chill ran down Martin's spine. Without a moment's hesitation, he abandoned his strike against Bertram and dodged immediately.With a thud, the spear struck the ground. It landed horizontally in front of Bertram, saving his life. Bertram was completely drained, as if he had just walked out of the gates of hell.Meanwhile, Martin fixed his gaze on the man approaching from the distance. The man was clad in white battle armor and rode a white unicorn.He was like a streak of flowing light. He closed the distance in just a few breat
"Eye Technique! Phantom's Serenade!" Martin yelled.The eerie glow bursting from his eyes shot into Humphrey's gaze. Instantly, Humphrey seemed frozen in place, as if bound by an immobilization spell. It was like his very soul had been taken."What?" In the distance, Bertram, who was about to slaughter Martin's subordinates, was filled with disbelief. "The Eye Technique! Good Lord, he actually knows the Eye Technique!"Bertram was shaken. Everyone in the martial world knew that the Eye Technique was incredibly rare and extremely difficult to master.A single misstep, and at best, one could go blind. If things turned for the worse, the backlash could destroy the brain beyond salvation. Even a deity wouldn't be able to save them.Yet, Martin had succeeded in mastering it!"This is bad!" Bertram's expression changed drastically.Sure enough, Martin didn't hesitate. He charged forward with the ferocity of a mountain tiger and the speed of a lightning panther, rushing straight at Hum
At this moment, deep within the Great Rift of Death, in a territory filled with a sinister presence, a group of men and women were trapped. Their bodies bore various degrees of severe injuries."They're attacking again!" Ian gritted his teeth.Seeing another terrifying energy blast descending upon them, the champions once again joined forces to shatter it. However, they were truly reaching their limit.They fled there upon being pursued by Tylland's army and The Light Council's elite forces, only to be found and trapped again.The Light Council had somehow acquired a batch of high-tech weaponry that was capable of firing powerful energy beams, leaving the champions in utter misery.Outside their encampment, a group of figures radiating overwhelming power loomed atop a small hill.There were three Cardinals of The Light Council, two Legion Commanders, Tylland's supreme commander, and two royal dukes of Tylland. It was a total of eight elite powerhouses."The time is about right.
"You're that confident, huh, Marshal Snow? In that case, let's see what kind of trump card you're hiding." Attwell finally got serious. His body trembled, and alongside the energy of a Supreme being, a savage, primal energy began to spread.It clashed harshly with his usual otherworldly presence. It was completely out of place."Marshal Snow, I've trained in a physique called the Demonic Ape Physique. It's not exactly the best, but combined with my Supreme body, it's leveled up into what I call the Supreme Demonic Ape Physique. Let's find out how it compares to your Solar Titan Physique.""Let's go."As Attwell finished speaking, the ground beneath him—Black Snake Mountain—shook violently. He launched forward like a cannonball, carrying with him a savage, brutal force.Faintly, a giant, shadowy black demonic ape flickered behind him. Attwell's punch came crashing in. It was direct, with no fancy tricks.Gideon let out a roar. The core of his Solar Titan Physique trembled, all of h
With a ripple, five towering phantom figures surged up behind Attwell, glowing brightly. Then, they quickly vanished—or rather, merged into one."Five Emperors Warlord Fist.""Marshal Snow, heads up."Gideon's expression changed. The fusion of all five forms of the Warlord Fist—unleashed by someone like Attwell, a peak Supreme—was absolutely terrifying.The Heavenly Lotus Flameball was instantly shattered.The sky changed color.Gideon was blasted away. Cracking sounds echoed through his body like his bones were about to fall apart.Noel and Ronan rushed out.Then, a streak of sword light shot straight into the sky. Sword power and sword intention surged around Noel, his eyes glowing like blades. "Sixth Sword!"With just a single slash, he wiped out the lingering force of the Five Emperors Warlord Fist.Attwell was surprised. "Boundless Heavensword? I didn't expect you to know that long-lost sword art. And you've already formed both the sword power and sword intention… It look
As the aircraft approached, Attwell spoke with a light smile, calm and casual, "Hold it right there, young man."However, his voice echoed like thunder, shaking the aircraft as if it were about to fall from the sky."I'll meet him first." Gideon stepped out of the aircraft, riding a surge of energy beneath his feet, looking down at Attwell."You're the one Nethercult called in? Tristan must have some serious pull to get a Supreme like you. My gut is telling me you're not just any ordinary Supreme.""As expected of the High Marshal! You have sharp instincts." Attwell's face showed admiration.Then, he sighed. "A prodigy like you is rare in this world. I respect talent, and honestly, I don't want to crush you. But I owe Tristan a favor. I have to pay it back. I'm sorry."With that, the energy of a Supreme burst forth in an instant.Gideon's eyelids twitched. This guy didn't waste time. He had to be dangerous."Activate!" Gideon immediately activated his Solar Titan Physique, going
The High Marshal title worked like a charm.The mayor of this city, Bailey Pearce, personally welcomed Gideon and his group into his residence with great enthusiasm and utmost respect.After all, news of Gideon storming Cook Manor and carrying the Imperial Token had already spread through every level of government across the Nine Provinces. Who would dare provoke the High Marshal?"Marshal Snow, what brings you to the Wasteland? Are you here to scout for resource troves? If so, I'd be happy to guide you myself.""There's no need for that. I'm here for information on Nethercult."Bailey was visibly startled. "Marshal Snow, Nethercult is one of the three major powers in the northern region. They're no joke."Gideon gave a cold snort. "I'm here to kill their cult leader. If Nethercult's disciples know what's good for them, they'll be put to work mining resources. If they don't, then I'll wipe them all out."Bailey broke out in a cold sweat.So, the rumors were true. Gideon was like
Attwell was already a Supreme.And judging by his energy, he wasn't just any Supreme, but a peak Supreme. He was probably even stronger than Pope of Light and Yohan. No one expected Attwell to have reached this level.Edric and Jandial immediately backed off."Attwell, we meant nothing by it. Don't act on impulse. Alfsee's our grandnephew. We will never hurt him.""Yeah, Attwell. I was out of line earlier. That's on me."Attwell gave a cold snort and reined in his energy. Only then did the two finally breathe easy."It's really not that big a deal." Attwell shook his head and said calmly, "I know the location of several S-class dragon veins in Dasovia. There's one right here in the Wasteland. If I wanted to, I could subdue it. With the power of an S-class dragon vein, I could go head-to-head with him."But what's the point? Fame, fortune, power—none of it means anything to me. Life is short. I might as well live it relaxed and comfortably."Edric and Jandial were deeply shaken.
"Forget everything else. When it comes to familial ties, I'm your uncle. No matter how you look at it, you should come out and see me," Jandial exclaimed.That seemed to work. Inside the bamboo house, a presence stirred.Moments later, a handsome middle-aged man stepped out, dressed in rough linen clothes, long hair loosely draped over his back, yet still carrying an unmistakable noble air."Attwell…""Things have changed. I'm no longer a prince. I'm just Attwell."Edric and Jandial exchanged glances, then said, "Attwell, don't get the wrong idea. We're not using Alfsee to threaten you."Attwell smiled. "I've let go of all that. Alfsee might be my son, but he holds no sway over me. He has his own path—whether he lives or dies has got little to do with me."That caught Edric and Jandial off guard.Watching Attwell watering the flowers, they realized they couldn't read him anymore. Atwell really might have let go of everything and returned to simplicity."Attwell, this is a rare
A visit to the Nethercult in the northern Wasteland—perfect. It was basically a free pass to wipe out Nethercult.Gideon's killing intent surged.Jessica said, "Marshal Snow, should I talk to my father and arrange for a troop to assist you?""There's no need for that. If I wanted, I could contact Samson and have the Dragon's Aegis flatten Nethercult. But that would put Elara's life at risk. I'll pay the Nethercult a visit myself. I want to see what kind of stunt Tristan is trying to pull.""Marshal Snow, it's too dangerous. Tristan definitely has something planned. He wouldn't be bold enough to let you walk into Nethercult otherwise.""It's fine." Gideon wasn't afraid.He already had the confidence to take on a supreme. Even if Tristan had brought backup, it didn't matter."Gideon." At that moment, Ronan and Noel arrived."Mr. Foley, I didn't expect to see you here."Ronan laughed. "I was actually there the day you were appointed. Back then I was trying to guess who the new Hig
"Supreme core, huh?" Gideon muttered, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Interesting. I'm intrigued.""Die!" Tristan screamed hysterically.Gideon rapidly retreated—not out of fear, but to create distance, preparing a devastating killer move.Suddenly, a violent wind howled, spreading intense heat. The temperature in the area shot up.At that moment, firelight flickered in both of Gideon's hands. The left one glowed bright red—it was the Earthcore Flame. The flame on the right shimmered eerie green—it was the netherflame.Then, he brought both hands together.The two heavenly flames began to fuse, though they resisted each other, violently clashing under the pressure. The moment the seal was lifted, the explosion would be unimaginable.But that wasn't enough.Gideon opened his mouth and breathed out streams of core power, merging into the flames. The nation's destiny surged into it as well.The buildup of energy already roared in the void.The seawater beneath Gideon's feet spl
"Proceed!" The word rippled through the skies.From Imperial Palace, it shot out, passed through the High Marshal Seal, and transmitted over Tyrant Sea—stirring it to a boil, shaking the whole place.A dragon's cry echoed through the void from the seal.Next, a mysterious force poured out from the seal, flooding into Gideon's body, lifting him as if to the summit in one step. A commanding, Supreme energy surged from within."This is bad!" Tristan's expression changed.At this moment, Chase had approved Gideon's request. Empowered, Gideon's strength skyrocketed as though he had instantly leapt to the supreme level."Damn it!" Tristan clenched his teeth.He didn't want to back down, but he had no choice. He had to avoid a head-on clash."Are you trying to run away?" Gideon sneered.Now, he was invincible. Tristan was just a weakling—a bug. There was nothing more to him."Tyrant Sea, rise." Gideon raised both arms. The seawater grew wild and furious, surging hundreds of yards int