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That night, the house felt much quieter than usual. Yet it also felt more romantic. Dixon had just finished showering with Diana, both of them still warm and damp, their hair dripping with tiny beads of water, their skin feeling fresh. Dixon wore a towel wrapped around his waist, and Diana was covered with a thin towel that wrapped around her small figure. Diana looked at him with a soft smile, her cheeks blushing after the bath. Dixon leaned against the bathroom doorframe, watching Diana towel off her damp skin. Steam curled around her silhouette, softening the edges of her body in the golden light. She caught his gaze in the mirror, lips quirking. “Enjoying the view?” He crossed the room in two strides, fingers hooking into the edge of her towel. “Not yet.” With a slow tug, the fabric pooled at her feet. Diana shivered, not from cold, but from the way his eyes darkened as they traced her bare curves. Dixon’s palm slid up her waist, thumb brushing the undersid
845-EPILOGUE (THE END)
For Dixon, every breath reminded him of the long nights when he trained under Master Takeda’s guidance. It reminded him of the secret missions he had completed and of the teacher who now lived only in memory. After the battle at Reddof Harbor, Dixon stood alone at the edge of the pier. The waves rolled slowly beneath him, as if trying to wash away the traces of blood left behind that night. Ren Jialong was gone. Dixon had won, yet no applause followed. Because this victory was too emotional for him. He had avenged the death of his fellow student, the one who murdered their master. But betrayal deserved to die and to become burning fire in hell. Dixon closed his eyes, letting the night wind touch his face. In that silence, he seemed to hear his master’s voice, always firm yet full of wisdom. “In every strike you release, make sure there is a reason.” “In every life you take, make sure there is responsibility.” Dixon opened his eyes. The sea before him felt vast, ye
844-Towards THE END
Dixon clenched his fists, the veins in his arms tightening. “For six months I carried out that mission, tracing the southern plains, the west, even the borders of the northern lands. I returned to Master Takeda to report that I had failed.” His eyes dimmed. His voice turned bitter. “But when I came home, my master was already gone. He left no message. No trace. No one knew where he went," said Dixon. Ren grinned with cruel delight. Dixon lowered his head slightly, and for the first time since the fight began, his voice trembled. “Because I was searching for you, I lost my master,” Dixon said. The coastal wind swept across them, carrying the salty smell mixed with blood. “People said he was meditating in untouched mountains,” Dixon continued. “But I know that is not true. He would never leave without a reason. He would never leave without telling us.” He stared at Ren with eyes that almost burned. “I have searched for him until today. I even stationed my men in the
843-Ren Jialong
The Exalted One rose with an unsteady body, his breath ragged, yet his eyes still burned with fierce hatred. Without caring about his injured ribs, he rushed forward again, this time wilder, more desperate. He swung his right fist with full force, then leaped into a spinning kick from the side. Each strike made the wooden pier tremble. But all of that… Was still far too slow for Dixon. Dixon caught his wrist and twisted it slightly, just enough to break the Exalted One’s balance. A single knee strike from Dixon slammed into the Exalted One’s stomach. BUAGH! The man folded like paper, his body lifting from the impact before crashing hard onto the pier. Before he could even take a breath, Dixon was already above him. DUK! Dixon’s foot pressed against the Exalted One’s chest with a force strong enough to almost crack the wood beneath them. The Exalted One screamed, blood spraying from his mouth and staining the planks. Dixon looked down with a dark expression, one he had n
842-I Am Not Finished....Dixon!
The Exalted One raised his hand as if he were about to remove his mask, and Dixon watched every movement without blinking. But in the next second… It was not the sound of mask clasps that echoed. It was the thud of the pier floor as the Exalted One shot forward, his body turning into a black blur that was almost invisible. In a single blink, he was already right in front of Dixon. The attack came like an arrow fired from one inch away, a straight punch aimed at Dixon’s heart, fast, aggressive, and without hesitation. For weeks, the Exalted One had vanished from the underground world. No news, no reports, not a single trace. Dixon knew he went to train, but he never expected it to be this extreme. Rumor had it that the Exalted One climbed the Northern Mountains, a place where only a few people could survive the freezing cold that could bite through bone. There he honed his skills until the cliff walls were covered with the marks of his fists. He returned with a single purpose:
841-The Exalted One...
Evan stood before the grand gate of the Romma family residence. The evening breeze drifted softly, yet his chest felt tight. After that humiliating incident, after witnessing with his own eyes how Dixon disgraced him without even trying, he finally understood one thing: opposing Dixon was not only foolish, it was suicide. From that day on, Evan decided to return home. Not to surrender, but to protect what he could still protect. The Romma family was startled when Evan came back without warning. He gave them a clear warning, “Never provoke Dixon, and never make him an enemy.” Evan’s serious face, once arrogant and full of confidence, now looked like someone who had just returned from a battlefield and realized how small he was in front of a far greater power. His family nodded, even if they did not fully understand. They obeyed him anyway. Evan had never looked that frightened before. *** Weeks passed. With no disturbances of any kind, life went smoothly. Hamilton Group, once
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