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Jack Paula accepted the bottle with steady hands.

He did not rush. He simply gazed at the shimmering liquid inside for a moment, as if weighing the efficacy contained within it.

'My life is not that long anymore… I might as well try, he thought.'

Then he drank it.

Just one sip, as instructed.

The liquid touched his tongue—neither bitter nor sweet. The taste was neutral, yet it left behind a warm trace that slid down his throat and spread into his chest.

Jack Paula frowned.

Not from pain, but fr
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  • 81.

    The reddish-brown aura around the Block Three man exploded even more violently than before. The muscles in his arms and neck swelled, veins bulging like tree roots forcing their way out of the ground. The iron floor beneath his feet trembled, thin cracks spreading like a delicate web.“Now you die!” he roared.He stomped and shot forward.A burst of wind swept across the arena. His right fist drove straight toward Alex’s face, carrying enough Qi pressure to shatter a normal jaw in a single blow.But Alex remained standing. He did not retreat—he did not even blink.At the final second before the fist touched his face, Alex’s body moved with sharp precision. His shoulder rotated slightly, his body shifting half a step—just enough for the punch to miss his skin by a finger’s breadth.At the same time, his hand rose. Two fingers pressed precisely against the inner side of his opponent’s wrist.The pressure felt light—yet it was enough to disrupt the man’s Qi flow. His red aura flickered c

  • 80.

    Alex did not immediately move toward the arena.He stopped at the edge of the iron circle, then slightly turned his head toward the upper tribune—not toward the other participants, but toward the row of luxurious seats where the elite families sat leisurely, weighing profit and loss.“Wait,” Alex said flatly.His voice was not loud, but it was clear enough to make Juana turn his head, and several whispers in the tribune faded.Juana raised a thin brow. “You object?”“No,” Alex replied calmly. “A condition.”That single word immediately stirred a ripple.The burly man from Block Three sneered. “Are you afraid?”Alex glanced at him—just a glance, yet it was enough to make the man’s grin stiffen.Alex turned back toward the tribune. “If this fight is going to be entertainment,” he said quietly, “then I want to play by the audience’s rules.”Juana narrowed his eyes. “You mean… betting?”Alex nodded.“I’ll bet on myself.”The arena fell silent for a split second.“Ten billion dollars.”An

  • 79.

    Alex let his final words hang in the air like a verdict not yet delivered. No one dared to move.The narrow corridor was filled with held breaths, cold sweat, and gazes that had finally lost their fire. The scar-faced man clenched his fist, then slowly loosened it. The iron chain in his hand fell to the floor with a sharp sound.Clang.One by one, the inmates of Block One stepped back. There were no heroic shouts. No follow-up attacks. Only the bitter realization that they had just stood before something on an entirely different level.Alex did not pursue them. He did not punish them further. He simply turned around and continued walking.The days after that passed in silence.There were no more open provocations. No more foolish challenges. Even Madam Liora held herself back, merely observing from a distance with a smile now filled with calculation.Alex went on with his routine.In the morning, Qi breathing training in the quietest corner of his cell. At noon, strengthening his body

  • 78.

    Alex slowly lifted his head.His gaze pierced the distance between the stone floor of Block Two and the iron balcony where Madam Liora stood. There was no excessive emotion on his face—no visible anger, no explicit disgust—yet the pressure emanating from his eyes made several guards unconsciously hold their breath.“Satisfied?” Alex repeated softly.That single word fell coldly. He stepped forward once more. The atmosphere turned silent in an instant.“I did not touch them.”Madam Liora’s smile did not fade immediately. Instead, she let out a soft, graceful laugh, as though she had heard an amusing joke.“Ah… you truly are interesting. Not many men can refuse beauty, especially in a place like this.” She raised one hand, gesturing toward the surrounding cells.“Look at them. Hungry. Pressured. Desperate,” she continued calmly.“In Dragon Prison, beauty is currency. A beautiful woman always has value.”Madam Liora leaned slightly forward, her gaze sharp yet calculating.“And in the dec

  • 77.

    The black-haired girl stepped half a pace forward. She bowed deeper, her palms clenched lightly as if trying to hold back trembling.“W-we beg for your protection.”Alex stood up slowly. His gaze swept over them one by one—calm, sharp, without excess emotion.The young brown-haired girl quickly spoke next, her voice soft but rushed.“Madam Liora gave us a choice. Stay in Block Seven and serve you every day… or be sent somewhere far worse.”The silver-haired girl gave a bitter smile this time, without any playful expression.“And believe it or not, Dragon Prison has many ‘ways’ to make people regret refusing.”Block Seven fell even quieter. Some prisoners held their breath. Rey, standing in the distance, frowned—clearly displeased with the direction of the conversation.“Serve?” Alex asked flatly.Lin Fei, the black-haired girl, nodded quickly. Her voice quivered slightly, but remained controlled.“I-I mean… we will take care of your daily needs, Master. Provide clothing, food, clean y

  • 76.

    Several weeks passed since that day.Dragon Prison looked the same on the surface—cold, harsh, filled with hidden violence. But for Block Seven, the atmosphere had changed drastically. There were no more petty territorial disputes. No more cheap provocations. Alex’s name had become an unspoken boundary line.And Alex himself?He was rarely seen fighting.Yet that was precisely what made him even more feared.Every morning, a subtle aura of Qi enveloped his cell. Every night, a faint pressure spread throughout Block Seven, unconsciously forcing the other inmates to lower their voices.Rey cultivated like a man possessed. Under Alex’s guidance, his Qi pathways improved dramatically. Even some other inmates secretly began imitating the breathing patterns they observed from afar—though none of them truly understood the essence of it.Alex let them all wait.*One afternoon.The iron door of the VIP hall—the same room where Alex had met Han Yi—opened once more.Kriiieeek…This time, the at

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