All Chapters of Life After Prison: Chapter 1861 - Chapter 1870

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.

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

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.

Kiyu's eyes widened as he witnessed Thorold being rendered unconscious, severely injured, and knocked out of the arena. He never thought that Thorold would suffer defeat, especially not at such a swift pace.Despite the turmoil that was building up in his heart, he had to continue with his duties as the organizer of the tournament and rose to his feet to announce the results. "The winner is Severin!" The venue sank into an unexpected silence. The shock of witnessing the defeat of a renowned genius like Thorold reverberated through the audience. The fight did not even last very long. Gasps of disbelief erupted from the crowd, and many people could only watch on in stunned silence."Thorold…lost?!""But how?! He's an inner disciple of the Deifirm Sect, and he has the Thunderbolt Constitution too!""Severin defeated Thorold in less than ten moves! Just how strong is he?""When did such a powerful individual show up in our city?"The worried expressions of Rourie and the rest of Ch

After the second round concluded, Kiyu stood up and announced the list of people who had qualified. The individuals advancing from that round included the seven contestants from Severin's side, as well as two others from the Lischalts—Jangar, and the great elder, Germain. In what could be interpreted as a stroke of bad luck, the Gahrrs failed to secure the last remaining spot, which went to the mayor's honorary elder.Following the announcement that Severin's group had advanced, the crowd erupted in an animated discussion."How did the Chorteaus get so lucky? Seven out of their eleven participants qualified for the final round!""I heard that Wuhlricht and others are all Severin's closest friends!""Tch…where did they come from anyway? Their strength is insane!""They secured seven places even though the second round had just ended! Won't the Chorteaus get eleven spots at the sacred lake once Severin clinches first place?""Severin might be strong, but there's still no guarantee