All Chapters of Blood of the War Dragon: Chapter 21
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Chapter 21: If Others Don’t Offend Me, I Don’t Offend Them
“Kael Draven—seriously? That worthless trash actually dares to challenge Young Master. The man must want to die.”“Trash is trash. If he somehow beats Young Master, I’ll eat my words. Hell, I’ll eat worse.”Laughter and jeers ricocheted around the court. Magnus Veyne smiled like a knife—cold, sharp. “Last ten moves in my hands,” he said, “and I’ll admit defeat. Survive ten strikes and I’ll call it my loss.”“Ten moves?” someone snorted.Kael Draven shrugged, calm as a pool. Then, under every puzzled eye, he said quietly, without drama: “Nine. I’ll have you kissing the ground inside nine.”A ripple ran through the crowd—surprise, then a snort, then outright laughter. You could feel the disbelief like static.“Fine,” Magnus Veyne snarled. “Kael Draven, I’ll watch you try. Beat me in nine, if you can.” The contempt in the words was thick; the kind that makes your hands ball into fists.Magnus Veyne moved next—fast and precise, like a viper striking. Tenth-Layer Inner Strength pushed out
Chapter 22: "One Strike to End All"
A blood-red saber light?The moment it appeared, the whole courtyard froze. Every single eye locked on that strange crimson glow. It wasn’t just light—it was something else. Dangerous. Ominous. Saber light forged from pure Sword Energy. And that wasn’t something anyone could summon. Only innate cultivators could do something like that.So… how did Kael Draven pull it off?Shock spread through the crowd like wildfire. They just stood there. Staring. Silent. Even Lord Veyne—father of the fallen—paused, as if time itself had betrayed him. By the time he moved, it was too late.“This… this can’t be,” Magnus Veyne gasped. His voice cracked, trembling. “You’re not an innate martial artist. How… how could you release saber light?”Disbelief was written all over his face. He couldn’t accept it.Kael Draven didn’t answer. His expression was calm, steady. No hesitation. He lifted his weapon. The crimson blade thrummed softly, like it was alive.“Die.”And just like that—lightning. The saber cam
Chapter 23: Looked Down Upon
The road stretched on, endless and dusty. Kael Draven drew deeply on the power Eldric had refined within the Blood Pool. With every step, it seeped into him, flooding him with strength. Faster. Stronger. It felt almost… unnatural.One Innate Beast Pill. That was all it took.And yet. It wasn’t enough.Even for a body like his—the Boundless Wasteland Saint Body, a cultivation realm without end—one pill had carried him to the very peak of the Ninth Layer of Inner Strength. But the Tenth Layer? That remained stubbornly out of reach. A single pill wouldn’t close the gap.Kael Draven let out a faint sigh. His cultivation body was a bottomless pit. Always hungry, always demanding. It left him… frustrated.“Master,” Eldric’s voice was soft, almost hesitant beside him. “If it pleases you… I wish to begin forging a Soul Slave.”Kael Draven froze mid-step.A Soul Slave?He’d heard of them before. Beings born in the Blood Pool, bound to the will of their master. Warriors that answered without q
Chapter 24: The Bet
“Pretty Boy Kael?”The word oozed with ridicule. They dragged out his name, twisting it into an insult. Their sneering eyes said it all — Kael Draven was trash in their eyes, nothing more.“Aunt?”At that moment, Kael Draven knew exactly who he was dealing with. Disciples of the Drake family, from Thundercloud City. His mother’s kin. Family by blood, yes, but his feelings toward them? Ice-cold.The Dravens and the Drakes were tied together by lineage, yet in practice, the Drakes had always crushed the Dravens under their heel. They blocked their trade, shut them out of Thundercloud, and made sure the Draven name carried no weight. Without that constant sabotage, the Draven family might have thrived. Instead, they crawled.“Junior Ninth,” one jeered, “do you even know whose mangy dog this is, running around biting people?”“Kael Draven, say that again. Say it if you’ve got the guts.”There were five of them. Marcus Drake is already at the Ninth Level of Inner Energy. Victor Drake and
Chapter 25: Relying on Power
Marcus Drake wasn’t exactly a heavyweight in the Drake family. As a Seventh‑Level Inner Energy martial artist, he was decent, sure—but nothing extraordinary. Still, he thought he could handle things. He thought wrong.It all happened in a blink. One moment he was standing there, and the next—he was gone.Kael Draven’s palm came down once. Sharp, decisive. Like a bolt of lightning. Marcus Drake went airborne, flung like a kite cut loose, then crashed to the ground with a sickening thud. If Kael Draven hadn’t held back… that one blow would’ve ended him for good.“You’re asking for death.”Marcus Drake’s brother didn’t hesitate. No second thought—he lunged forward like an arrow and unleashed his Thousand Days Palm. Fury in every motion. But before his palm could land, Kael Draven was already there.Same result. No time to react. He went flying, a ragdoll tossed aside, slamming into the earth hard enough to make the crowd wince.Silence fell. If Marcus Drake went down because he undere
Chapter 26: One Against Two
“An invitation from the Drake family?”Kaelen Draven and Evelina Drake weren’t stupid. They knew exactly why the Drake family had sent for them — and the timing was suspicious. Too quick to be innocent.“Kael, you really shouldn’t go,” Kaelen Draven said, voice tight with worry.Kael Draven could hear it in his parents’ tone. They were afraid — afraid he’d be humiliated, or worse. Still, he thought, if I caused it, I’ll handle it. No one else should pay for my mistakes.“I have to go,” he said.They knew him. Both parents knew stubbornness when they saw it, so they stopped arguing. Plans were made; they left the Draven estate and headed to Evelina Drake’s family home — the Drake estate.The Drake family was one of Thundercloud City’s big four. They, the City Lord’s mansion, the sixth-rank Draven house, and the Dunmore family — together they ran the city.They barely crossed the threshold when Evelina Drake was pulled away to see the matriarch, Margaret Drake. Rumor had it Margaret Dr
Chapter 27: Earth-Shattering Blade Radiance
Thomas Drake’s voice rang with unshakable certainty, like he was stating a truth that needed no arguing.“You really want to die?”“Kael Draven… have you lost your mind?”Frederick Drake and Henry Drake exchanged looks. Their cousin wasn’t acting right. Strange. Could this be tied to something from ten years ago? Something buried, now clawing its way back to the surface?Neither of them showed pity. To them, a failure was nothing but a failure — and being tied by blood to such a man was an insult. An embarrassment to the Drake name. If they had the chance to end him here… why wouldn’t they take it?Kael Draven saw it in their eyes. Cold. Unyielding. They were thinking: You have no mercy. Please don’t blame me when I return it tenfold. This is your own doing.From the depths of the Dragon Seal Space, Kael Draven drew the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade. To anyone else, it looked like a simple, ordinary greatsword. Nothing special. But there was something strange — how he had pulled it out. Tha
Chapter 28: Nine Strikes of the Yellow Spring
The blade’s radiance surged forward like a tidal wave of steel and fury — unstoppable. Relentless.Frederick Drake and Henry Drake didn’t even think of resisting. Their knees buckled. They fell, faces pale, as if every drop of strength had been drained from their bodies. Despair etched itself into every feature.“You beast… how dare you!”Charles Drake’s roar broke through the chaos. He didn’t even hear the words before him. His whole body bristled with force, and before he could move, the air trembled — heavy with the arrival of terrifying spiritual energy.Boom!A deafening explosion tore through the space between them. Kael Draven and Charles Drake staggered back three steps each. Around them, silence fell. No one moved. No one breathed. What was happening defied belief.“You beast,” Charles Drake growled through clenched teeth. “I never thought you could be this ruthless. Leaving you alive… it would be inviting disaster for the world. Today… today I’ll act for Heaven.”“Charles,
Chapter 29: The Challenge to Lucian Draven
There was no mercy in their tone.Serenya Valen, the proud daughter of the City Lord’s Mansion, had never been spoken to like this before. Not in all her life. Not like this.Before she could flare up, Lucian Draven — standing beside her like stone — gave a faint laugh, sharp and cold.“Miss Serenya,” he said softly, almost casually, “there’s no need to waste words on such a worthless man. A year from now, I’ll deal with him for you.”“A waste will always be a waste,” Serenya Valen shot back, voice sharp as a blade. Her words cut through the air, meant for everyone to hear. “Even daring to challenge takes an entire year. Tell me — why does someone like him even deserve to breathe this world’s air?”Her disdain was pure and unapologetic.Kael Draven stepped forward slowly. No rush. No drama. But there was something in his voice — quiet, steady, resolved.“Then we don’t need to wait a year. Lucian Draven, I challenge you — here and now. Do you accept?”A challenge to Lucian Draven?T
Chapter 30: Crushing Palm, Unbroken Will
There was no mercy whatsoever.Kael Draven felt it instantly — the sheer, terrifying force behind that single palm strike.His Bloodthirsty Mad Blade rose with a flash, slicing through the air in streaks of deadly blade radiance. Strike after strike, he attacked. But not one landed. Every blow was scattered, torn apart by the overwhelming power of Lucian Draven’s palm."The Draven family’s Heaven-born technique… Cloud-Dispersing Palm. Truly formidable.""No doubt. Lucian Draven must have perfected it — a single palm containing a hundred variations. Unfathomable… unpredictable."Kael Draven had guessed it. This was no ordinary technique. Cloud-Dispersing Palm was a Heaven-born skill, designed for those born with the gift of Heaven’s energy. Such techniques, when mastered, elevate a warrior’s power far beyond that of ordinary men.Profound Heaven Finger — first, second, third strikes — shot forth in rapid succession. The force was immense, crashing into Lucian Draven’s palm like lightn