“Whoosh!”The Shadowcoil struck with a grace that almost didn’t seem natural. At first glance, it was like a snake darting at impossible speed. But its body twisted and swayed in perfect rhythm, like streaks of gray lightning dancing across the air. Every move was unpredictable—and yet, mesmerizing.“Hum!”Its speed was terrifying, almost too fast for the eye to follow. Its face remained calm, almost blank, yet its pupils glimmered with a cold, merciless light. There was arrogance in its aura, but on the battlefield, it radiated an eerie composure that made every onlooker shiver.Getting here wasn’t easy. Far tougher than even the grueling Hundred Cities Battle, everyone here had survived three brutal days and nights of relentless trials. These were geniuses, each one capable of disaster in a single misstep. There was no room for mistakes, no second chances.“Snake King Blood Strike!”A low, commanding shout echoed like a scream. Gray Mystic Power surged around the Shadowcoil as its e

Dou Tian’s words rolled across the martial arena, calm and steady, yet carrying a weight that made the ground feel heavier. Thorne Ashveil caught them, and for a heartbeat, a flicker of surprise lit his eyes. But his expression snapped back to calm—he knew Dou Tian wasn’t someone to underestimate. That knowledge didn’t cool the fire raging inside him, though—the pride, the defiance, the thrill of facing a worthy rival. That fire surged like a dragon cutting through endless skies or a lion charging across untamed land.“Even if I can’t beat him… I’ll give it everything I’ve got,” Thorne muttered under his breath.A faint silver aura shimmered around him, a sign that his Primal Mystic Power had reached its peak. The late Spirit Core Realm radiated from him in waves so intense they almost felt tangible. At this level, Thorne was untouchable—anyone who doubted that would quickly learn otherwise.“Cold Moon’s Fractured Light Hand!”With a swift push from his right foot, Thorne sprang into

“Thud!”“Buzz!”The impact exploded outward, a muffled, violent sound ripping through the arena. Air shivered, a shockwave stretching ten meters in every direction. Borin Thal, massive and mountain-like, collided head-on with Darian Kaelthorn. The stone beneath them trembled, trembling under the sheer weight of their clash.Feet scraped across the terraces as both warriors recoiled. Mystic power churned inside them, blood pumping like molten fire. Pain crackled up Darian’s right arm, slicing through his fist—but his eyes didn’t waver. They burned brighter, twin blades of light cutting through the shadowed arena.“Thud… thud… thud…”Every backward step Borin took shook the ground. He retreated like a colossal mammoth, his massive limbs hammering in rhythm. Over 367 pounds of muscle and fury, barely balanced under his own recoil. After five deliberate steps, he finally halted.Borin’s piercing eyes widened. Darian had mirrored him perfectly, stopping at the same distance. That knife-edg

“Boom!”The sound rolled through the circular stone stands like a thunderclap. Darian Kaelthorn had just finished his duel with Borin Thal, and the crowd’s roar was deafening. He stood at the center of the arena, calm and imposing, like someone who’d been born to dominate the battlefield.“Fantastic! What a fight!” “Did you see that close-quarters exchange? My heart’s still racing!” “Darian… he’s unreal!”Voices tangled together in a chaotic cheer, but one figure among the spectators stood out. Seraphina Moire’s cheeks flushed crimson. She gripped Aelara’s jade-like arm so tightly it practically glowed, her excitement barely contained. Darian’s victory seemed to thrill her more than any personal triumph.Aelara’s expression, by contrast, was serene. She smiled faintly, eyes shining with quiet approval. “Darian… you really are full of surprises,” she murmured. Soft. Calm. Admiration hiding in her words.Crimsonlotus, her red lips curving gently, kept her gaze fixed on Darian. Even f

“Pa! Pa! Pa! …”The sharp cracks echoed through the martial arena, slicing the tense air like steel. Beads of sweat clung to Seraphina Vale’s flawless face, dimming her beauty beneath the sheen of effort and pain. Every fiber of her body screamed in agony, threatening to shatter her composure. Without iron-willed determination, she would have cried out long ago.Yet, even now, low groans slipped from her lips. Sylara Valeblue’s strange, murky gray mystic power seeped into her skin, corroding her qi and blood like a living poison. It was cruelly paradoxical—each strike numbed her, then flared the pain even worse afterward. Numbness and agony collided inside her, a torment no ordinary person could ever imagine.The crowd gasped, a tidal wave of shock and horror. This wasn’t a duel. Sylara Valeblue wasn’t just trying to win—she wanted to break Seraphina Vale completely. A twisted, almost sadistic delight radiated from her movements, chilling everyone who dared watch.“Bastard! That woman