Bang! Buzz!The arena shook violently. The walls rattled, dust danced in the air, and stones skittered like sparks from a raging forge. Fists collided with the kind of force that could topple mountains—or at least crush anyone standing in their way.Darian Kaelthorn stumbled back three steps, chest aflame, bones rattling from the impact. He looked no older than fourteen, fair-skinned, with sharp, almost ethereal features. His eyes—bright, intense, unyielding—seemed like they could pierce straight through the world. But now, under the laughter and jeers of the crowd, that brilliance was veiled, tucked away behind a calm as still as midnight waters.His black hair had escaped its tie, fluttering around his face like dark silk in the wind. Yet Darian did not move. He didn’t even glance at the boy who had defeated him in three brutal moves. Instead, he closed his eyes, retreating into himself. The arena, the noise, the flashing fists—it all belonged to some distant, indifferent world.“Dar

Whoosh!The forest shook as Darian Kaelthorn tore past jagged rocks and twisting paths, his black martial robe flaring like the wings of a dark phoenix. Lightning danced in his wake, the raw force of ten years of silence crackling through every movement. Each step carried purpose; every heartbeat carried sacrifice. Ten years of waiting. Ten years of hiding the Holy Law Origin within himself. And now… it had awakened.“Brother Darian!”The voice cut through the wind, light and clear, like a bell ringing through sunlit mist.Darian slowed, squinting past a mossy boulder. There she was—Liora. Her white dress drifted like clouds around her, raven hair tumbling down her back, eyes sparkling with mischief and something softer, warmer. She was a ripple from the past, a ghost of simpler days.“Liora,” he said, stepping forward to ruffle her hair, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “Wandering alone? Be careful—you might stumble into a tiger… or worse.”She laughed, the sound weaving through the

Buzz.Origin force erupted from Lucian Valeblue like a storm, tearing through the arena. The air itself seemed to shiver under the weight of it. Disciples instinctively held their breath. The predator was poised, ready to strike. Cruelty gleamed in Lucian’s eyes. This “cripple,” Darian Kaelthorn, would be crushed. No hesitation. No mercy. From the first blow, Lucian intended to leave nothing behind.“Earthfiend Tiger’s Courage Fist!”The roar split the air, bouncing off the highest walls. Behind Lucian, a phantom tiger sprang to life, stripes shimmering, fangs bared. It fused with his body, massive and terrifying, a mountain beast leaping from the abyss to devour its prey. Origin force rippled outward like a tidal wave. Domination itself radiated from him.“Trash! Lie down for me!” Lucian snarled, the threat sharp and certain. The tiger lunged, crushing speed and merciless intent packed into its strike.Gasps rippled through the crowd.“So strong… Lucian’s power is insane!” “This is a

The air above the Valeblue Clan arena was thick—so thick it felt like every inhale might choke you. Tension hung heavy, quivering, suffocating. And then there was him. Jaren Shanley. His presence sliced through that charged atmosphere like a blade, sharp, cold, and utterly relentless. Even City Lord Valtor, seasoned and calm under pressure, found himself unconsciously gripping the edge of the viewing platform. One wrong move, one misjudgment, and the weight of this prodigy could crush anyone. Jaren’s reputation wasn’t empty boasting; it was carved in every fiber of his cultivation, radiating menace and absolute certainty.All eyes snapped to Darian.The Valeblue disciples froze instinctively. The aura emanating from the boy before them was not merely strong—it was humbling. A storm compressed into human form, pressing down on them as if daring any to resist. Even standing there, breathing felt like a challenge. Here, in this arena, was someone whose presence alone outshone the famed hu

Darian’s eyes didn’t waver. He stared straight ahead as if the voices behind him were nothing but whispers in the wind. Ten years under the Valeblue roof had forged him into someone steady—someone whose heart could withstand ridicule and whose mind remained unshaken by contempt sharper than any blade.Selene’s scorn barely grazed him. Over time, he’d learned the subtle art of letting go of other people’s arrogance. Unless he allowed it, their storms couldn’t disturb the calm within.Seraphina walked beside him, quiet, her gaze thoughtful. Just two days ago, she’d watched him challenge Jaren—a peer whose renown and power could terrify most. That duel had revealed how far Darian could go, the depths of his capability. Selene might shine brightly, but next to Jaren, she was a mere candle before the sun.Behind them, Selene’s chest rose and fell, a mixture of pride and irritation. Seeing Darian so unshaken frustrated her. Yet with Seraphina present, he swallowed his temper, unwilling to sh