Chapter 013
Author: BOSSSESamaaaa
last update2026-04-04 17:51:31

The VVIP room on the eighth floor was different from the rest of Aurelian.

Larger, quieter, with warmer lighting and a wide window facing the hospital garden below. Two nurses stood in the corner of the room, attentive but unobtrusive. On the bed with its clean white sheets, Victor Ashford sat propped against neatly arranged pillows, his face a far cry from the man who had been lying limp on a stretcher yesterday with grayish skin and a breath that had nearly gone out.

His color was back. His e
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  • Chapter 338

    KRAANG.The impact didn't produce an ordinary sound. This was the sound of two spiritual energies meeting at one point and refusing to give ground to each other—producing a burst of air that pushed outward from the point of contact in every direction at once.The stone floor beneath them cracked in several places. Participants still fighting within the nearest twenty-meter radius lost their footing for one second before finding it again.Caelan was pushed back four steps.Li Mingzhi was pushed back four steps.Equal distance.Equal speed.They stood at two symmetrical points from that point of impact, in the way of two people who had just put out enough to respect each other from what had just been felt in each of their palms.One second.Then both moved again.Li Mingzhi attacked from the right—a short horizontal slash, at a higher speed than his first, moving from the hip rather than the shoulder and therefore giving no signal from the way the shoulder moved before the attack arrive

  • Chapter 337

    Caelan moved.Not in one direction. This was movement with no straight line in it—reading the space, finding gaps between fights already underway, and moving through them.Three seconds after Su Ming went down. First casualty.A large man with an axe, mid-swing at the opponent in front of him, never noticed something approaching from his side. Caelan entered the axe's swing radius at the exact moment the swing passed him, and one light strike landed at the Yanglingquan point outside his left knee—the same point used before, the one that severed the connection between the brain's command and the leg's ability to bear weight.His left leg folded.The axe embedded itself in the stone floor as its owner lost his balance.Caelan was no longer there when the axe hit the stone.The opponent who had been facing the axe man stared in confusion toward a direction completely different from where he should have been looking, and Caelan wasn't there either.Five seconds. Two people.The third—a wo

  • Chapter 336

    In the Dusk Sword Sect's pavilion, the atmosphere was different.Equally silent, but not from shock still searching for words. This was the silence of someone feeling two things at once and not knowing which to let out first.The Dusk Sword Sect Leader sat at the front.An old man with a whitened beard and a grey robe with crossed-sword embroidery on his chest, who had been sitting in a way that showed complete confidence that whoever he sent would bring this sect's name back from this tournament the way it deserved.Now his eyes didn't move from the arena.From one point in the arena.From the man standing among the other participants still fighting, who didn't glance down at Su Ming lying near his feet, who was looking toward the Five Great Sects' pavilion in a way that didn't look like someone who had just finished a fight.Su Ming... defeated?!The shock was there, but it had already moved somewhere else. Already transformed into something different, carrying another color, someth

  • Chapter 335

    Caelan stood on the cold stone floor, among the hundred and six other participants still fighting around him.At his feet, Su Ming wasn't moving.He didn't look at Su Ming any longer than necessary. His head came up—toward the largest pavilion, toward the five chairs that had been there since before the first gong sounded.From this distance, the faces of each of those five people couldn't be read clearly. But their auras—those were different.Caelan could feel them even from the center of the arena, like pressure that didn't come from one direction but from all directions at once—not pressing in a way that hurt, but in a way that very clearly conveyed that what was there belonged to a different category from anyone standing on this arena floor.Extraordinarily powerful.Far more powerful than anyone he had encountered in this world.Caelan filed that observation away.In those five people—among them—there was a possibility. Not a certain one, but one substantial enough to account for

  • Chapter 334

    Among the hundred and eight participants standing on the arena's stone floor, Su Ming showed no tension whatsoever.Not a single muscle.While others shifted their feet into readier positions, gripped their weapons tighter, or swallowed in ways they couldn't quite hide—Su Ming stood exactly as he had when he first walked in.One hand on his sword hilt, weight distributed evenly, his expression holding no tension at all.What it held was a smile.A hundred and eight people. One arena. Two minutes.These rules—Su Ming hadn't expected luck to run this deep. The first round's rules, which should have been the most brutal kind of selection, were in fact the most favorable possible for him. No one-on-one restrictions limiting who he could attack. No turns. No safe zones.Everyone could be attacked by anyone at any time.And you, Mo Xuan of the Blood River Sect—His eyes moved to one spot among those hundred and eight people.There—the man who last night had spoken in a way that shouldn't ha

  • Chapter 333

    In the center of the arena, an old man walked to the precise position at the heart of that thousand-meter circle.His robe was grey—not a faded grey, but a grey that had chosen its color very deliberately, dark enough to look serious but not dark enough to look excessive. On his chest, the Eternal Night Sect's emblem in gold embroidery that had faded slightly at the edges, showing this robe had been around longer than most of the participants in the arena.He stood.Produced nothing. Didn't raise his hand. Just stood—at the center of that large circle, beneath a morning sky already fully bright, among the hundred and eight participants each standing differently but all sharing one thing: waiting.Then his voice came out.Not loud in the ordinary way. Loud in a different way—spiritual energy channeled through the vocal cords, extending the reach of the words without changing the quality of his voice, so that someone standing at the farthest edge of the arena heard with the same clarity

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