Only when Adrian made his move did the crowd realize he was the most formidable presence in the room.Old Gallagher’s face darkened, his eyes burning with resentment. What ill fortune—to encounter not one, but two extraordinary young talents in a single day.Grayson Foster’s expression, however, was even uglier.In the past, any woman who caught his eye had been easily won. Adrian had stood beside Daisy and Octavia the entire time, yet Grayson had scarcely spared him a glance.Never in his wildest imagination had he considered that Adrian was anything but a nobody—certainly not someone capable of defeating old Gallagher.The realization ignited a fierce humiliation within him.“Old Gallagher,” Grayson snapped, “it’s time to reveal your trump card!”Old Gallagher had already reached the same conclusion. At his age, how could he allow a youth to trample his dignity?If he returned in disgrace today, his standing within the Foster family would plummet beyond recovery.“You’re that girl’s

Grayson Foster touched his face, feeling as though the day could not possibly have gone worse.Yet the thought of going to a hospital and letting a crowd of doctors scrutinize his swollen face was utterly intolerable.The captain of his bodyguards edged closer. “Young Master, should we inform the old master at home?”Grayson shot him a withering glare, his tone sharp with irritation. “Report it? I’m not dead out here and you’re already dissatisfied—do you want me dead at home instead? Why not tell the old master directly and have him beat me to death? Would that satisfy you?”The captain felt a chill crawl up his spine at those words and hurriedly lowered his head in apology. “Please calm down, sir. What happened today will not reach the family.”Grayson kicked him in frustration. Securing this trip to Skyline City had taken no small effort.If the patriarch of the Foster family learned that he had lost both money and face out here—stripped of dignity inside and out—he would be the fi

The thugs who once loitered everywhere across Mafia territory had vanished without a trace. In their place stood martial artists of considerable skill.The entire estate was now a gathering of formidable experts. Even by merely sensing the fluctuations of their auras, Adrian could discern the latent danger that permeated the grounds.Compared to its former state, the difference was nothing short of staggering.It seemed Lord Buddha’s reputation was not built on flattery alone—she was, without question, a force to be reckoned with.Adrian followed his guide at an unhurried pace, his gaze sweeping calmly across his surroundings.Conrad Owen walked just behind him, his eyes never once leaving Adrian’s back.“Mr. Doyle, is there something in particular you’re observing? If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I’ll answer whatever I can.”Adrian cast him a faintly amused glance. Conrad’s reputation for shrewdness was evidently well earned.“Isn’t it you who has something you’d like to

The moment Adrian’s great blade of golden light fully took shape, White Tiger felt an overwhelming pressure descend upon him.Even drawing breath became difficult.The smile faded from Adrian’s eyes, replaced by a glacial killing intent.White Tiger could sense it with absolute clarity—Adrian meant to kill him.No matter how composed he prided himself on being, a sheen of cold sweat formed on his brow.As the shadow of death loomed closer, White Tiger involuntarily retreated two steps.Adrian flicked his fingers lightly. “Go.”At his command, the massive blade cleaved through the air. White Tiger thrust both hands forward in haste.“Golden Barrier!”“Buzz—”The blade struck the shimmering shield with a resounding hum so piercing that many instinctively clapped their hands over their ears.Only Nora Simpson, watching from above, showed a trace of astonishment in her eyes.To force White Tiger to deploy the Golden Barrier—Adrian’s strength had clearly surpassed her expectations.When th

Adrian grasped the two gleaming swords with effortless ease, and the crowd froze in stunned silence.In all their years, they had never seen anyone conjure a weapon from thin air—let alone wield it as though it were solid steel.Not only had Adrian done so, he made it look utterly effortless.Envy flickered in more than a few eyes.Tilting his head with a grin, Adrian said, “You asked to see my true strength. Then I won’t hold back.”The words had scarcely left his lips before both blades shot toward Nora Simpson.She evaded the first strike and flicked her flexible sword toward the second. The golden blade in Adrian’s hand was instantly ensnared by her coiling steel.But he wielded two swords.Almost by instinct—before conscious thought could intervene—the other blade swept forward and knocked her flexible sword aside.The twin swords whirled in his hands with fierce momentum. Nora’s brows drew together as she moved with fluid precision, slipping left and right, finding exact foothol