Screams of fear and paranoid shrieks continued to echo throughout the Colosseum stands. Millions of credits' worth of betting tickets lay scattered and worthless on the cold sandy stage. The bettors who had earlier mocked Lucas's immaculate appearance now trembled with fear, covering their faces every time the young executive's cold gaze shifted toward the stands. To them, this neatly suited young man was no longer just human; he was a handsome grim reaper in disguise, clad in expensive attire.Amidst the roar of mass hysteria that shook the arena's stone foundations, Lucas didn't bother looking back at the three-meter-tall giant's body now lying stiffly on the sand.He reached into the inner pocket of his luxurious suit, pulling out a pristine white silk handkerchief. With movements of absolute calm and elegance, Lucas wiped the fingers of his right hand that had touched The Giant's skin moments before—even though not a single speck of dust clung to them. Once finished, he dropped th

Goro stood frozen in place. Lucas's words struck at his very humanity. His eyes widened, staring at the gold chip now being extended toward him by a hand that trembled violently."L-Lucas... you're joking, right?" Goro whispered with a choked voice. His eyes alternated between staring at the one-billion-dollar chip and the calm face of the man before him. "One billion dollars... this isn't small money! Among middle-class society, this much money could change the destiny of several generations. I can't accept it! This is the result of gambling with your own life in the arena!"Goro stepped back a pace, wringing his trembling fingers. His self-respect and pride as a fighter made him reject such fantastic assistance. "I'm grateful for your kindness in the arena. Without your help, I might have lost to Martin.... So I can't take money that isn't mine. Let me find another way to...""Take it, Goro," Lucas cut in shortly. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an absolute, undeniable tone of

Silence gripped the courtyard of the Vance residence for a few seconds. The gentle night breeze failed to cool the surge of emotions in Richard and Evelyn's chests. Lucas's words, spoken so casually, struck right at their core and shattered their perceptions.Richard swallowed hard. The eyes that had moments before radiated condescension were now filled with an overwhelming mixture of respect, fear, and deep awe. He was a middle-aged man who had weathered the storms of the business world and the dark underbelly of the city. He understood all too well just how absurd Lucas's achievement was. The death arena of Hakward was no stage play; those who fought there were cold-blooded murderers, former mercenaries, and ruthless monsters. To defeat them all the way into the top 50 in a single night without a single thread on his suit being torn... That was something only someone at the absolute pinnacle of power could pull off."Lucas is truly not an ordinary person... He really is not human!"

Lucas placed the Life Stone—its energy now reduced by half—onto the wooden table beside his bed. Its green glow was now softer, more stable, and ready to be handed over to the Vance family according to the promise he had made.However, Lucas did not immediately move from his spot. He closed his eyes once more, relaxed his body, and descended back into the ocean of his consciousness. Stored there were memories spanning thousands of years from when he dominated the Immortal Realm—thousands of legendary arts, heaven-cleaving sword techniques, and mystical arcane spells capable of shattering continents.He began sifting through those memories, searching for a combat technique that he could apply in this mortal world.High-tier arts flashed through his mind one by one. The Soul-Crushing Palm? It required an ocean's worth of Qi flow. The Nerve-Severing Wind Sword? It demanded massive external energy manipulation. The Touch of Nine Hells? If he forced it with this world's meager Qi concentra

The scarred man growled fiercely, his face flushing even deeper with rage at Lucas's sharp, fearless provocation."How dare he insult our master?! Burn this masked bastard! Break his bones and leave him just enough life to be presented to Lord Edward!" Martin's right-hand man shouted, gesturing a wave forward. "Shut his trashy mouth, right now!"Instantly, dozens of elite guards surrounding them moved in unison. The clatter of leather-soled shoes slapping against the marble floor of the hall echoed loudly, accompanied by the flash of iron clubs aimed straight at Lucas's body. Two of the most heavily built men lunged from the front, swinging their tactical steel batons toward Lucas's head and chest simultaneously."Damn it?! H-how am I supposed to fight?! Harlord, shield me..." Richard shouted out loud.Hearing this, Harlord moved to step in and protect him, but Lucas took a step forward first."If only two people are coming forward like this... You guys are truly wasting my time..."W