All Chapters of Vengeance of The Reborn Heir: Chapter 31
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Doing The Impossible
Despite the terrifying pressure of Lucien’s attack, Ronan remained calm and unshaken, his breathing steady, his expression serene. Slowly, he raised his sword once more, the golden edge gleaming faintly as though preparing to unleash its own will.Seeing this, Lucien sneered in contempt, his voice sharp and cutting.“Hmph! Ronan still thinks he can resist me? Ridiculous!”But deep down, beneath the sneer, a sliver of unease crawled up Lucien’s spine. He had muttered to himself countless times that while his sword energy was unmatched, it was his mental force that truly gave him the edge.No Rank 6 should have been able to withstand it, much less Ronan Crowne. It was unheard of. Without over 5,000 Hertz of mental strength, even Rank 7 martial artists struggled to properly resist.Yet before the gathered crowd, Ronan lifted his blade with tranquil precision, eyes cold and unwavering. In that moment, he looked nothing like an Early-Stage Rank 5 cultivator.Instead, it was as though he wer
The Beautiful Interference
That single strike made the hair of every student watching in the challenge arena stand on end.Their eyes were filled with utter terror.Under their horrified gazes, the golden light tore through space.The overwhelming and suffocating force of the strike caused visible cracks to form in the arena where Ronan Crowne and Lucien Cross stood.To shatter space with blade intent, this was no power an ordinary Rank 6 cultivator could possibly wield!One thought echoed in everyone’s mind:Wasn’t Ronan supposed to be only Rank 5?Why did his attack feel even more terrifying than some top-tier Rank 7 grandmasters?!Could it be… Ronan has already advanced to—No one dared finish the thought.The mere possibility was enough to send shivers down their spines.A Rank 7 grandmaster under the age of 30, such a feat had never before occurred in Arken’s recorded cultivation history.Even the legendary Heavenly Emperor of old had not broken through to Rank 7 until the age of 38!Crack!While the crowd
I Will Not Be Intimidated
Lucien stood stiff in the arena, his body trembling as his eyes locked on the mature woman now standing protectively in front of him.For a moment, he couldn’t breathe.A whisper slipped past his lips, shaky and filled with disbelief.“Mentor…”The word rippled through the arena like thunder.Gasps spread across the stands.Dozens of students blinked in shock, realizing what his slip of the tongue meant.Aveline Westmere… she’s Lucien's mentor?Lucien’s mind raced, memories flooding back unbidden.He could still see it clearly, that day during the beast-hunting expedition.He had stood bloodied and broken, his sword quivering in his grip as he faced a Rank 6 beast far beyond his reach.Reckless, desperate, yet burning with a mad determination.And then, she had appeared.Aveline Westmere, Rank 8 Gold Master of Thalara Martial Academy, drifting like an untouchable star while gathering rare resources to prepare for her own breakthrough to Rank 9.She hadn’t intended to intervene.But she
Clash of Authority
“If you dare to oppress me and favor Lucien unfairly, then be prepared to face the wrath of the Crowne Family!”The crowd gasped at the bold proclamation.Even the senior instructors stiffened, unsure how to respond.For Ronan to invoke the might of the Crowne Family so openly… it was a challenge that couldn’t be ignored.Aveline Westmere, however, was left momentarily speechless.She had crossed paths with Ronan before, but never like this.In the past, he had always been reserved, quiet, even timid in the face of authority.Criticism never provoked resistance from him.He had endured in silence.But now… he dared to look her straight in the eyes and fight back.“Damn it… how dare you talk back to me?” she hissed.These arrogant heirs of noble families, spoiled brats who only relied on their backgrounds, how could they be so audacious, even here in the Academy?“Ronan Crowne, do you even know who you are speaking to? Have your family elders not taught you the proper respect? Not to sp
The Crowne’s Hidden Saint
Then, with a sneer, Aveline let out a cold, mocking laugh.“I am a Peak-Stage Rank 8 Gold Master. Disciplining a clueless junior like you, Ronan, what can the Crowne Family possibly do about it? Even if I killed you here and now, would they dare kill me in return?”“Besides, it was you, Ronan, who provoked me, a Rank 8 Gold Master. The Crowne Family would hardly have a case to stand on!”Deep inside, Aveline truly believed it.Even if she gave Ronan a severe beating, Lucas Crowne, Ronan’s father, wouldn’t dare retaliate.After all, she was on the verge of breaking through to Rank 9.Who in their right mind would dare criticize her for disciplining a junior?As for Lucas?Yes, he was a Rank 9 Elder Archmaster… but so what?She wasn’t the only one with powerful backers.These days, who didn’t have Rank 9s standing behind them?But just as her arrogance peaked, Ronan’s handsome face curved into mockery and disdain smile.“What are you laughing at?” she barked.To her, there was nothing re
Martial Saint’s Shadow and the Crowne’s Wrath
Her attempt at mockery hung in the air.But before anyone could draw breath, Ronan laughed once more.Louder than before, clearer, each note cutting through the tension like a blade.Then, with a single step forward, he turned not only to Aveline but to the sea of spectators.His voice rang out like a war drum, steady, unshakable, impossible to ignore.“All Crowne clan disciples present,” he thundered, “answer me this. If any one of you, without committing a crime, were to be oppressed, humiliated, crippled, or even killed, by this so-called Vice Principal, what should be done?”His words did not merely echo, they struck, sinking deep into the hearts of every Crowne disciple.For a moment, silence lingered, thick with the weight of what was about to come.And then—A roar exploded across the arena, so loud it seemed the very sky trembled in response.“If we commit a crime and die, then we deserve it!” they shouted in perfect unison, their voices a tidal wave of conviction.“But if we d
The Vice Principal’s Defeat
Realizing that she could no longer intimidate Ronan through mere rank or arrogance, Aveline Westmere quickly attempted to shift the situation to her advantage.“Regardless of personal feelings, this is still Thalara Martial Academy. If a student violates school regulations, what harm is there in issuing a punishment?”“Punishment?”“Of course, punishment is allowed. But Vice Principal Aveline, could you point out exactly which school rule I violated?”“Or is the school’s so-called Genius Ranking Challenge Tournament, where every participant is told to give their all, nothing more than lip service?”“Or is it that this academy runs solely by your word? That you can change the rules whenever you please, simply because you hold a title?”Aveline was left completely speechless.She knew in her heart he had broken no rules.The truth was simple: she did not wish to allow Ronan to steal the spotlight.That was all.Ronan turned slightly away from Aveline and directed himself toward a distant
The Slap That Shook the Academy
For a moment, the arena held its breath, expecting Ronan to accept those words, step down gracefully, and let the matter end.But instead—“Apology?” He scoffed softly.“Vice Principal Aveline, do you think a few empty words can erase your intent? Do you think I will accept it?”Gasps rippled through the crowd.“How dared him?!”To reject the Vice Principal’s apology outright was an act of audacity beyond measure.But Ronan’s expression didn’t waver the least.Within him, memories from his past life surged like a storm breaking through the gates of his soul.He had seen this woman’s true face before.With one domineering strike, she had crippled him, shattered his cultivation, ripping away his future, chaining him to mediocrity for the rest of his life.Aveline Westmere was no authority upholding justice, she was a venomous serpent, patient and cruel, striking only when her prey was most vulnerable.The fire of that memory burned in his chest, so vivid it seared through time itself.Th
Laughable
Beneath the gray robe, Garrick’s aged face softened into a smile, his deep wrinkles folding like a blooming chrysanthemum.Ronan’s earlier words, asking him to slap Aveline, had deeply satisfied him.Pride radiated from his eyes.This great-nephew of his had finally shown the bearing worthy of House Crowne.Garrick smiled with pride.Seeing this, Ronan’s lips curved faintly.He remembered, in his past life, Garrick had been bitterly disappointed by him.Because he had been blinded by love, neglecting cultivation, groveling for a woman, exposing weakness and disgrace, becoming an embarrassment to his lineage.But in this present timeline, everything had changed!“Since you dared to slander the Crowne family and disrespect a Martial Saint’s lineage, do you truly think a mere apology is enough?”Ronan stepped forward, his voice cutting through like steel, his smile cold and merciless.“Weren’t you using your cultivation level to suppress me from the very beginning, Vice Principal Aveline?
The Stir of Ambition
Lucien’s thought itself was almost laughable.Because the answer is simple.Because Ronan was a son of House Crowne.For thousands of years, House Crowne had been the unyielding shield of Arken.They were not merely a wealthy clan, nor simply an influential bloodline, they were the guardians who had borne the weight of humanity’s survival.The three Martial Saints who rose from their lineage had all fallen in the Outer Domains, sacrificing their lives in battles that shook the stars themselves.Their sacrifice had carved the name of House Crowne into history with blood and valor.Countless Rank 9 and Rank 8 experts of the Crowne family, alongside legions of their followers, had laid down their lives against alien hordes and fierce beasts.Their graves filled the forgotten frontiers of Arken.Nobility, for them, was not a matter of wealth or status.It was the legacy of sacrifice, written across generations!Nearby, Principal Hadrian Voss of Royals Martial Arts University could only let