The wind in the clearing grew still as Lior and Spartan faced each other.Spartan held his hooked swords tightly, his eyes shining with excitement.“Let’s see what you can do, Head Guard,” Spartan said with a grin.He rushed forward with surprising speed. His swords swung in a fast arc, aiming straight for Lior’s side.Lior blocked with his glowing blade. CLANG!Spartan’s eyes widened. “You blocked that? Good! Don’t disappoint me!”He attacked again and again. His movements were sharp, wild, and full of power. Lior tried to strike back, but Spartan dodged every swing with ease.Arkanos spoke inside Lior’s mind. “His fighting style… It looks familiar. I’ve seen something like this before, but I can’t remember where.”Lior gritted his teeth. “He’s too fast… I can’t land a clean hit.” He thought in frustration.Spartan laughed. “You’re strong, Lior! But can you dodge this?”At that moment, a message flashed in Lior’s system:[Would you like to use your Mana Points to temporarily boo

Lior’s hands trembled as he tried to lift his mother’s head gently. Her breathing was shallow, her lips pale. She had a stab wound and a strange substance in her blood stream.Lior activated his healing energy to heal the injury, but something was preventing it from healing which he couldn't guess what it was.“Seems like the blade was coded with Qi.” Arkanos remarked.“What's that?” Lior asked.“Qi is the life force of everything. When your energy drains, you start using your life force to survive. And if you use it too much, you'll age quickly and eventually die From the amount of Qi in her body, someone lost their life to create the weapon.” Arkanos explained.“That's not good. So what can I do?” Lior asked.“Take her to a master of Qi, he would be able to slowly take it out of her body.” Arkanos replied.Just then, a guard on the floor coughed, forcing out words between gasps. “They… wore masks… but… I recognized the leader’s voice.” Lior’s eyes narrowed. “Whose voice?”

Lior’s fist shot forward like a storm, striking Blake squarely in the chest. The arrogant young man staggered back, gasping for breath, his smirk wiped clean. Blake’s men, who had been waiting near the car, rushed forward. But Lior was ready. His movements were sharp, precise—each strike fueled by the fury of seeing Katrina abused. One man lunged with a knife, but Lior twisted his wrist and sent him crashing into a table. Another swung a fist, only to be knocked flat by a powerful kick. The restaurant erupted in chaos. Customers screamed and scrambled out, chairs clattering to the floor. Lior’s eyes burned with determination as he fought, his body moving like a blade through the crowd. Blake tried to recover, shouting, “Get him! Don’t let him touch me!” But one by one, his men fell. Lior’s strength was overwhelming, his strikes unrelenting. Just as Lior raised his fist again, Katrina’s voice cut through the noise. “Stop!” she cried, her voice trembling. “Don’t touch him

Lior did not waste time with politeness. He stormed straight into Logan’s house without knocking, his presence heavy and commanding. Inside, only Logan’s wife, Annette, was at home. She jumped up from her chair, startled. “Who are you?” she demanded sharply. “And why did you barge into my home like this?” Lior’s eyes narrowed. His voice was calm but carried authority. “I am a friend of your husband. Call him. Tell him to be here within five minutes.” Annette scoffed, folding her arms. “A friend? You look more like a hooligan. Who do you think you are to order me around in my own house?” Lior’s eyes began to glow faintly, his aura pressing against her like a storm. His tone dropped lower. “Do you really wish to offend me?” Annette’s confidence faltered. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed her husband. “Logan,” she said nervously, “a man named Lior is here. He says he’s your friend. Please come home quickly.” On the other end, Logan’s voice was sharp with confusion. “W

Inside the Qi Temple, the air was heavy with silence. The glowing lanterns flickered against the polished stone walls, casting long shadows that seemed to breathe with the tension in the room. Lior walked in with Katrina by his side, his steps firm, his eyes searching. At the center of the hall sat the Qi Master, his face lined with wisdom but now clouded with sorrow. He looked up at them, his expression sad. Lior frowned. "Master… what happened? Why do you look so troubled?" he asked quietly. The old man sighed deeply, his voice heavy. "You see," the Qi Master said, "Seraph is not getting any better. The Qi poison has spread too deep. It is rapidly eating away at her life force. I have tried, but the poison clings to her spirit like chains." Katrina’s heart skipped. She clenched her fists, her voice trembling. "Where is she? I want to see her," she demanded. The Qi Master turned his gaze to Katrina. His eyes widened, and for a moment he froze, staring at her strangely.