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My Master Threatened Me, So I Had to Win the Championship!
Alexander Blackwood had made a terrible mistake. He had asked his master for permission to withdraw. Now, instead of resting peacefully in the medical pavilion, he was being threatened with a month of brutal training.He stared at Arthur Black, who was sitting beside his bed and drinking wine as if nothing had happened. “Master, I have a question.”“Ask.”“If I accidentally break both my legs before tomorrow’s final, will you still make me train?”Arthur considered the question. “Of course not.”Alexander relaxed.“Because you would need time to recover,” Arthur continued. “Then we’d start.”Alexander closed his eyes. *I should have remained dead.*The medical elder finished wrapping his injured shoulder and gave him a stern look. “Your shoulder is bruised, your side is strained, and your body is dangerously exhausted. You need rest. If you fight recklessly tomorrow, you could worsen those injuries.”Alexander nodded. “I understand.”Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”“Yes. I’ll figh
The Tournament Champion Learned Why I Was Called a Maniac
Gareth Blackthorn stared at Alexander with growing irritation. The young man before him was clearly exhausted. His breathing was uneven, his uniform was stained with dust, and one hand pressed against his injured side. Yet he still refused to surrender.Gareth had spent two years dominating the Outer Sect Competition. No one had ever pushed him this far, much less someone whose cultivation was only at Body Tempering Level Three. “You’re either incredibly brave,” Gareth said, “or incredibly stupid.”Alexander adjusted his grip on Blackstar’s training substitute. “People usually say both.”Gareth’s expression darkened. “Then I’ll help you understand the difference.” He charged. His sword swept toward Alexander’s shoulder, followed by a sharp thrust aimed at his chest. The attacks were fast and forceful, leaving Alexander little room to retreat.Alexander blocked the first strike. Clang! Pain shot through his injured side as the impact forced him backward. He redirected the second thrust
The Tournament Champion Called Me Trash!
The second round of the Outer Sect Competition began shortly after noon. Alexander stood beneath the platform, studying the remaining participants. Most had reached Meridian Opening Level Seven or higher. A few were already at Level Nine, making them among the strongest outer disciples.His next opponent was one of them—Brandon Steele, Meridian Opening Level Nine. Brandon was tall, muscular, and famous for defeating opponents with overwhelming strength. He had won his previous matches without allowing anyone to land a clean hit. When he saw Alexander’s name on the board, he laughed. “Body Tempering Level Three? The organizers must be joking.”His friends joined in. “Brandon, finish him quickly. We still have lunch to eat!”Brandon grinned. “Don’t worry. This won’t take long.”Alexander heard the comments but didn’t react. Ethan, however, looked furious. “Teacher, that guy is asking for a beating!”Alexander glanced at him. “Then you should volunteer.”“I’m not stupid!”“Good. You’re l
Outer Sect Competition Began, and Everyone Underestimated Me!
A loud bell rang throughout the Azure Sky Sword Sect. Alexander opened one eye. “Who died?”Ethan, who was sitting outside his courtyard, nearly fell off his chair. “Teacher! It’s the announcement bell!”“Then why does it sound like a funeral?”“Because you’re impossible!”A moment later, a sect disciple arrived carrying an official notice. “All outer disciples must gather at the main training ground! The annual Outer Sect Competition will begin in three days!”Alexander accepted the notice and glanced over it. The competition would determine the rankings of the outer disciples. The top performers would receive spirit stones, cultivation pills, and opportunities to enter the inner sect. Alexander handed the notice to Ethan. “Sounds troublesome.”Ethan stared at him. “There’s a chance to win cultivation resources, and you’re calling it troublesome?”“Standing around fighting people is tiring.”“YOU FIGHT PEOPLE EVERY OTHER DAY!”“Those people interrupt my peace. This competition interr
I Tried to Rest, but This Ant Keep Biting Me!
Alexander had one goal for the day: sleep. No missions. No training. No annoying master. Just a peaceful morning beneath his favorite tree. He had even locked his courtyard gate.Unfortunately, he had underestimated Ethan Valerian.“TEACHER! OPEN THE GATE!”Alexander pulled his blanket over his head. “I’m dead.”“I’m not stupid! I can hear you!”“Then respect the dead and leave.”The gate shook as Ethan knocked again. Alexander sighed, got out of bed, and opened it. “What?”Ethan grinned. “I have good news!”“If it involves money, I’m listening.”“I broke through to Meridian Opening Level Eight!”Alexander looked at him for a moment. “Congratulations.”Ethan waited. Alexander waited too.“That’s it?” Ethan asked.“What else do you want?”“A demonstration! Praise! Maybe a reward from my beloved teacher?”Alexander nodded thoughtfully. “Your sword control has improved. Your cultivation has advanced. And your ability to disturb my sleep remains unparalleled.”Ethan’s smile vanished. “I’m
My Master Signed Me Up for Three Missions Without Asking!
Alexander stared at the three mission tokens on his table. Then he stared at Arthur Black. Then he looked at the tokens again.“Master.”Arthur took a sip from his wine gourd. “Yes, my beloved disciple?”“Explain.”“Three missions. Three opportunities to gain experience. Three chances to earn contribution points. Isn’t your master wonderful?”Alexander smiled. Arthur instinctively took a step backward. “Why are you smiling like that?”“I’m thinking about how to bury you.”“Such violent thoughts! Is that how you treat your respected master?”“Would you prefer a shallow grave or a deep one?”Arthur burst out laughing. “You’re funny! Anyway, I’ve already registered the missions. You can’t cancel them without paying a penalty.”Alexander’s smile disappeared. “You planned this.”“Of course.”“I’m going to poison your wine.”Arthur hugged his wine gourd protectively. “Touch my wine, and I’ll make you practice sword swings until your arms fall off!”Alexander picked up the mission tokens. “F
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