“What do you mean capture an S-rank mystic beast? How strong is his father?” Oasis asked, his calm voice masking the flicker of disbelief that rippled within him.Though his words were level, his eyes carried a faint, sharp gleam—like a blade briefly catching the morning sun. His composure never faltered; his shoulders remained relaxed, and his breathing unbroken. Yet beneath that serenity, his spirit churned like a storm held behind glass. The question hung in the air, faintly charged with his suppressed aura.Across from him, Vivian’s hair swayed gently as the breeze swept through. She smiled faintly, the light of the dueling panels and lamps above dancing in her eyes.“I’ve read that the strength of an S-rank mystic beast rivals that of someone in the intermediate stage of the Saint Realm,“ Oasis continued, his tone quieter now, almost thoughtful. “Is the sect leader of the Oblivion Orchid Sect that strong?”Vivian shook her head slightly, the corner of her lips curving as tho

“Duwe, we are finally before each other. I heard you saying you wanted to teach me a lesson,” Oasis said, his tone calm but sharp enough to slice through the dense tension that hung in the air.His eyes—serene yet suffused with power—locked onto Duwe Sparrow across the wide, stone battlefield.The faint breeze that stirred around him seemed to carry his words, wrapping them with invisible authority.“So I’ve been looking forward to that lesson.”Duwe’s jaw tightened.His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing through his mind like a war drum.“Mmh… I might be managing my cool, but I’m so scared that I can’t even think straight about what to say,” he thought bitterly, sweat trickling down his temple.“And it seems he heard my whispers with Hujo… Damn it, even that?!”From where he stood on the far end of the platform, his breathing grew uneven.His gaze flicked briefly toward the upper gallery where the great figures sat—his Elder, Akaina Hajin, among them.The weight of their p

Murmurs reverberated throughout the sanctuary after Oasis’s words — not whispers of confusion this time, but ripples of awe and reverence, like the echoes left behind after a divine sermon.His voice still hung faintly in the air, calm yet commanding, and those who heard it felt as though their very souls had been stirred.“Is this… even a child?” one spectator whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief.“Without a doubt, I’m not that wise. My perception of life as a cultivator… it’s nothing like his.I wonder… if I were to walk my cultivation path with that mindset, maybe… maybe I could overcome my bottleneck.”A few heads turned toward the man, but no one mocked him — because many felt the same.What Oasis had said reached deeper than pride or rivalry; it touched the truth every cultivator feared to face — that strength without wisdom was hollow.Haijo, standing near the center balcony, folded his arms and smirked with quiet pride.He had bet everything on Oasis winning the tourn

The entire arena trembled.The stone platform split apart, a jagged fissure erupting outward from the point of impact.Dust and debris exploded upward as the shockwave rippled across the field.The crowd collectively held their breath — silence falling for a heartbeat — as they witnessed the power of a blow that came from nothing but human strength.They stood to their feet, gasping and murmuring in disbelief.The air quivered with the weight of shock and awe.No one could comprehend how such a lean, well-built youth could wield that kind of monstrous strength.Dust floated in the air like motes of starlight.Even Duwe’s eyes were stretched wide in disbelief, his breath uneven.“But you said you wouldn’t kill me!” Duwe thought, heart hammering as he leaped back from Oasis, every muscle in his body screaming in alarm.Above, in the noble gallery, murmurs turned to tense whispers.“Body refinement,” Martin Gallado muttered, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward in his seat. “Without a

“It’s amazing how ties can be forged through combat,” Nova thought, her gaze fixed on the arena where dust still hung in the air like golden mist. From the waiting area, she could see her brother Duwe panting heavily, sweat glistening across his skin as he struggled to regain his breath. Her heart swelled with a mixture of pride and disbelief. “I can tell now that my brother sees Oasis differently,” she mused softly. “Who would’ve guessed that Duwe was this strong? I always knew he had potential, but to this magnitude... that technique—its power was beyond anything I imagined him capable of wielding.”In a dimmer corner of the waiting area, Antonov Gallado watched in silence, arms crossed, his eyes half-shaded by his hair. The glint in his gaze betrayed his analytical mind as he studied both combatants. “This Oasis kid without a doubt has undergone body tempering,” he thought. “But not just any body tempering technique—his physique is refined, proportionate, and natural for h