If it weren't for Yves's status, Zoro would have already made his move against him."Very well. Just don't regret it later, Mr. Zoro! I'm done here," Yves snapped, his voice sharp as broken glass.He spun on his heel and strode out of the Eastin estate, his steps echoing with each firm impact. From the balcony, Lyuben's eyes followed him with a sneer."Scared now, are we? Pathetic," Lyuben muttered, shaking his head.Zoro's cold gaze lingered on Yves's retreating figure, his expression unreadable but his presence oppressive. The air around him seemed to freeze, each breath turning crisp as frost.That night, crowds began gathering at Hundred Days Peak. They came early to claim the best vantage points for the coming showdown. No one in Drakonia wanted to miss this monumental clash.Even Jean couldn't stay away. He flew in from Folksworth, bringing with him a private entourage of twenty supporters from the Leng family. Their sole purpose was to rally behind Xayne and cheer him on.

"Xander! Xander! Xander!" The crowd cheered.All eyes turned toward him, their gazes a mix of disbelief and shock. For decades, rumors had circulated that Xander was dead. Yet here he was, standing right in front of them. He'd aged, sure, but his presence was calm, commanding, untouchable."Looks like everyone decided to show up today!" Xayne's eyes swept over the crowd, landing briefly on Emin and Death God. His gaze lingered just long enough to send a message, one only they would understand."Xander!" Emin's eyes burned with rage as he glared at Xander."Come on, Emin, don't lose your cool. Today's not about us old-timers. It's about watching these kids go at it. No point in us getting involved. Besides, with so many people here, it'd be a shame if innocent bystanders got caught in the crossfire," said Kenichi, rising from his chair with a smooth, practiced smile but there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes.Zoro's breath caught in his chest. He hadn't expected things to e

The heat of summer still hung in the air, but something was off. Suddenly, the surroundings began to shift. The golden glow of the sun faded, replaced by a chilling autumn-like breeze. Leaves that had been lush and green moments ago now browned and crunched underfoot as they fell in slow, spiraling arcs. The change was so drastic, so surreal, it could only be described as supernatural."Feeling it now, Xayne?" Lyuben called out, his eyes glinting with pride as he stood atop the peak, his voice carrying the weight of absolute certainty. "We're the same age, but years ago, I could already command the world like this. And you? Even now, you can't do it. Admit it. You have no right to stand on the same stage as me!"Every word of Lyuben was filled with extreme arrogance, his eyes looked down upon all directions, and everyone under his feet seemed to be an ant. To everyone below, Lyuben was no longer just a man, he was something far more. A being who could bend the seasons to his will.N

The battle unfolding was beyond anyone's imagination—a clash of titans that defied the limits of reality.On one side, Xayne flicked his wrist, sending his Ravenclaw Dagger slicing through the air, aimed straight at Lyuben.But just as the dagger closed within a foot of its target, a radiant barrier erupted beneath Lyuben's feet.It was not a wall of air. It was a wall of light.The spectacle stunned everyone watching.Air walls were a known force, visible only due to the dust particles suspended in the air. But the light was on another level. There was no sound of metal clashing. No sparks from resistance. Instead, the Ravenclaw Dagger struck the light barrier and instantly rebounded, hurtling back toward Xayne with deadly precision."Oh my God!" What the hell was that?!" Is this some kind of sci-fi trick?!" The crowd erupted in shock.Everyone had witnessed the sheer brutality of Xayne's dagger during his fight with Iver. It was a weapon that had torn through everything in i

It was possible for Xayne to defeat Lyuben. But even if he had wielded the Crimson Dragon Lance, it would have made no difference.At this level of combat, no weapon or singular technique could change the tide of battle. This was a battle of momentum and dominance. And Lyuben had already established an overwhelming advantage.On the other hand, Xayne could only retreat by evading and defending.It was like a lone man being sniped from over two kilometers away. He might dodge the first few shots, but what about a hundred or a thousand?All it would take was one hit—and it would be fatal.Xayne occasionally counterattacked during his evasions, but his strikes barely scratched Lyuben."Stop resisting! Every move you make is pointless! Xayne, you're nothing but a mere Divine Commander-level king. Even if you were at the Quin-Divine Commander, you still couldn't lay a finger on me!" Lyuben's voice boomed with scorn."Do you know how many of your kind I've slain? Five—at least! What m