The next day. On the sea journey toward the venue for the Martial Arts Gathering, Arya, aboard a private boat, set down the documents Thalya had given him earlier and turned to face her. "Are you sure all of this is accurate?" Thalya, standing beside him, nodded and answered firmly, "There's no doubt about it at all. I already asked a few people I know for help, and they came back with the same findings. This Laura really isn't the kind of woman you'd want to trust." "Laura and her mother, Brenda. This mother and daughter were actually nobodies fifteen years ago. You could even say they struggled just to survive back then. Even more shocking, Brenda gave birth without any father in the picture." "But then she married Handrij, who was a childless widower at the time, and things finally started to turn around for her. With Handrij being a businessman, Brenda and Laura's lives eventually became far more comfortable." "Unfortunately, their true nature never changed. I also found tha

Not only had Master Adipura suddenly turned deadly serious, but Robert had also begun to pale as he watched the scene unfold. This was especially true as he witnessed Master Adipura's aura begin to surge from his body, sending a shockwave rippling across the arena. "Boom." And with a sudden explosion, both figures on the arena floor vanished from sight. "Bang." "Bang." ... Aside from the sharp sounds of fist against fist and leg against leg, almost no one could actually see what was happening on the stage. "This fight..." Even though Wira had already reached the Bright Energy level, only one step below a Gang Qi Master, he still couldn't make sense of what was going on. Pale-faced and wide-eyed, he tried glancing at Arya to check whether the man could see it either. But he was stunned to find Arya looking utterly unbothered — even mildly impressed — by what was happening in the arena. Even more shocking was seeing that Kiara, the small girl who looked so innocent and sweet

After laughing for quite a while, Master Jaya finally stopped and looked at Arya as though staring at a fool. With an amused yet contemptuous expression, he said, "Kid, I don't know where you came from. Compared to everyone else, you've certainly got guts, stepping into this arena. But do you even know what a Grandmaster is?" Master Jaya paused, looking Arya up and down for a long moment before shaking his head. "Before you hurt yourself, why don't you go home and get back to your fantasy games." Arya smiled faintly, not the least bit offended or angered by the insult. In silence, he crouched down and picked up a pebble from the cracked concrete of the arena floor, rolling it between his fingers. Seemingly satisfied with what he'd found, he stood back up and looked at Master Jaya with a small smile. "Hmph?" For some reason, the hairs on the back of Master Jaya's neck suddenly stood on end at the sight of Arya's action. But before he could react, his eyes narrowed in horror.

Everyone's eyes and mouths were wide open. No one could say a word as they watched Arya's internal energy begin to take shape and solidify in the air. The point was not merely that he could release or control his internal energy, but rather the astonishing density and quantity of it. Floating around the place where Arya stood, there was not just one, but dozens of swords formed from internal energy, silvery-white in color, appearing real and realistic before everyone's eyes. Creating and controlling internal energy to such an extent—even a Gang Qi Master knew how difficult and complicated it was to do such a thing. Because to be able to do it, at the very least, one had to possess abundant internal energy, precise control, and extreme manipulation. Compare that to Grandmaster Jaya, who earlier could only release it randomly, and could not control it freely. One by one, they began to realize that what they had previously thought was extraordinary about Grandmaster Jaya was actuall