Finally, in order to reset the dungeon they entered, Eadric Rong and his companions had to exit the mouth of the cave where they first entered."After this, we have to wait for about an hour," Ayong explained in a cautious tone."The dungeon will automatically perform a cleanup, restore the energy of all the monsters we've eliminated, and then create new monsters that are stronger than before."They stood on a deserted street in Ghost Town, right in front of the dungeon gate cave that was still wide open. In the distance, there were only dark and empty shadows, as if the world had stopped spinning.The atmosphere that night was very quiet. The moon hanging high in the sky gave off a soft glow, illuminating the empty path they were on.Not a single hunter could be seen there; all were still busy inside the challenging dungeon, completing missions that took a long time.Yizhan laughed softly, his voice echoing softly in the silence of the night. "Hahaha... I'd love to see that arrogant

All eyes turned toward Ayong and Akeng, waiting to see what would happen next.Akeng looked coldly at Ayong.His glance swept across the stunned faces; from the anxious-looking Yizhan to the angry Ayong, before stopping on Eadric Rong. His face that originally looked tired now turned into one full of arrogance."Arrogant?" Akeng snorted sarcastically. "Of course I'm arrogant. I have my reasons for that. I'm more talented than all of you!" His words were filled with an insulting tone, making many around them feel uncomfortable.He stepped closer, his expression turning even more arrogant."Perhaps you two are jealous of my achievements. I entered a greater dungeon, fought stronger monsters, and brought home Energy Stones and gems of incalculable value. And you?" With a sharp gaze, Akeng glanced at Ayong and Yizhan."You guys are just spectators. Even this new comrade of yours," he nodded towards Eadric Rong, "looks ordinary. Is he just pretending to be great?"For a moment, Akeng looke

The flow of Qi energy from his dantian rushed towards the twigs he used. A roaring sound could be heard every time he slashed the twig, as if the air around him was being split apart.When it was Ayong’s turn to try the move, the results were far from expected. After just a few moves, the branch he was holding broke in two. He stood speechless, his face flushed with embarrassment. “I... I failed,” he muttered in a low voice.However, Eadric Rong showed no sympathy. Instead, he frowned and said in a stern voice, “Keep going! Don’t stop just because that stupid twig broke. If you want to give up now, go ahead! But don’t regret it when you’re humiliated and torn apart by Akeng in the arena later!”Eadric Rong’s words ignited Ayong’s spirit. Although his movements were still stiff and rough, he continued to practice relentlessly. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his breathing was labored, but his determination grew stronger.Until finally, he managed to create a thin sword aura around the

However, time continued to pass quickly. From an arena that was originally quiet and desolate, the situation was now much different. There were only Eadric Rong, Ayong, and Yizhan standing in the center of the arena.But now, the Ghost Town arena was already half full with hunters arriving, eager to watch the battle that was about to begin.Not only the hunters from the first floor filled the arena, but also those from the second, third, and fourth floors. Even some from the higher fifth floor could be seen peeking out from behind the guardrail.For those wondering why people from higher floors could enter an arena on a lower floor, and vice versa, there is a reason behind this incident.The Ghost Town Arena was known as a free area, a place where anyone, regardless of which floor they were from, could enter by using the special portal doors that connected each floor.Meanwhile, Ayong and his friends were still practicing their swords in the center of the arena, taking every move seri

"Come on, admit defeat!" shouted Ayong, the tip of his sword threatening Akeng's life with undeniable decisiveness.Akeng was shocked. He had not expected that, despite having recently taken an elixir that boosted his strength to his cultivation level, but in reality his abilities were still unable to match Ayong's strange and deadly swordsmanship."I... I..." Akeng stammered, his words immersed in inexpressible distress. A defeat that was hard to accept, pushing his massive ego into the void.Shame began to burn in Akeng's heart, but he tried to restrain himself, determined not to admit defeat."Shame on you! You're a total embarrassment, Akeng!" shouted one of the spectators in the arena, his voice full of condemnation. "I bet all my money, and now it's all gone!""Come on, admit defeat!" another person exclaimed, the tone of mockery growing clearer."Akeng is such a coward! Losing to a hunter who isn't even attached to any organization! He should be expelled from the Iron Hand!" Th