Goro stared at Lucas with bloodshot, wild eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as if a piece of his sanity had just been forcibly ripped away. His blood-stained fist, bruised after smashing into the marble wall, trembled violently. His memories flashed back to the suffocating medical bills he had been forced to pay with his blood and life in the arena, all just to prolong his mother's beating heart.If all of it had been nothing but a deception... If his mother had been tortured with poison all this time..."Young Master..." Goro's voice was hoarse, steeped in utter despair and denial. "They... those doctors injected heart-strengthening medication every single day... They said..."Lucas had no intention of wasting breath arguing with a man blinded by vicious manipulation. Words would never shatter the illusion planted in the fighter's mind for years; he needed concrete proof.Without the slightest warning, two of Lucas's fingers pressed together, condensing a fraction of pure Qi un

News of Goro's shifted allegiance spread like lightning through the mansion's dark corridors. In another silent, dimly lit room, Harlord stood behind a thick curtain, clutching his smartphone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Cold sweat poured heavily down his temples.As a spy planted to monitor and drain the Vance Family's power from within, the presence of a Rank 39 Death Arena fighter like Goro was a terrifying anomaly. A monster of Goro’s caliber was no mere bodyguard—he was a killing machine capable of flattening an elite squad all by himself. With Goro now standing beside Richard and Young Master Lucas, Harlord's position and secret plan hung by a thread.With trembling fingers, Harlord dialed a series of encrypted numbers and pressed the phone to his ear."Pick up, damn it..." Harlord panicked, his eyes darting frantically toward the tightly locked door.The call connected on the third ring. A deep, raspy voice greeted him from the other end of the line, accompanied b

Goro gasped in shock upon hearing that firm refusal. His eyes widened, staring at Lucas in complete disbelief. For the longest time, the deadly arena had been a place where blood and lives were the ultimate stakes. In his eyes, letting Lucas walk into the wolf's den alone without a bodyguard was an extremely risky move."Y-Young Master... but why?!" Goro pressed in a hoarse voice, almost resembling a frantic groan. "Based on our calculations, Broto must have paid for top-ten—maybe even top-three—fighters from the deadly arena to eliminate you! Opponents at that level are no ordinary monsters! If I come along, at least I can act as your shield and pare down their numbers!"Lucas looked at the giant before him with an unruffled, expressionless face. Crossing his arms over his chest, he radiated a cold authority that instantly silenced Goro's panic."Your duty is far more important than merely acting as a shield in the arena, Goro," Lucas replied, his voice calm yet echoing sharply throu

"Open the gate," Lucas commanded without looking back, his voice echoing casually yet imbued with an unmistakable pressure. "I am truly impatient to see who this opponent of mine is!"Hearing the surging arrogance in the young man's tone, the tattooed woman merely snorted coldly. She pressed a red button beneath her desk to activate the gate mechanism leading to the main stage.Clang! Clang! Clang!Gigantic iron chains creaked loudly, hauling open the multi-ton steel door that separated the dark corridor from the chaotic uproar of the deadly arena. Blinding spotlight beams instantly burst through, accompanied by the hysterical cheers of tens of thousands of spectators bloodthirsty for slaughter.The tattooed woman leaned back into her chair, watching Lucas's erect posture as he stepped calmly into the darkness of the corridor. She lit a new cigarette and blew out a thin plume of smoke, offering a cynical, mocking smile."Twenty trillion is indeed sweet, but you have to stay alive firs

The giant, blackish-red cross-slashing wave crashed directly onto the exact spot where Lucas stood. A colossal explosion of energy pulverized the sand floor, blasting it high into the air and creating a thick plume of dust that completely obscured the center of the arena.In the control room, the monitor screens suddenly blurred with energy wave interference. VIP spectators pressed their faces against the glass barrier, holding their breath as they tried to peer through the dense fog of dust."T-That... Even Vane, after mastering that magic energy, was predicted to break into the top ten! What’s going to happen to that rank-fifty kid?" thought the supervisor, swallowing nervously. He imagined the rank-fifty kid's head or vital organs slashed into pieces.Even...At the far end of the arena, Vane leaned his blood-soaked body against his sword. He was gasping heavily, but a wicked, satisfied smirk gradually curled on his lips."Hahahahaha?! How do you like that, you stupid kid... You we