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Chapter 51: High Warden Lord Veyndar
Author: Drakon Flameborn
last update2025-09-13 22:00:50

Kaelen raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Oh? The Crimson Fist Marauder is famous? Killing him has made my name echo across Aurelia City? Honestly… that seems rather weak.”

The guard in front of him froze. His grip on the sword tightened, disbelief twisting his features. Then a bitter laugh escaped him, low and trembling. “Weak…?” he repeated, as if the word itself were heresy.

Kaelen’s calm aura didn’t waver. He wasn’t just a skilled martial artist—he radiated power. Real, undeniable strength that made the Marauder’s reputation look like a child’s tantrum. The Crimson Fist Marauder—the man who had terrorized Aurelia City, whose name alone had made merchants tremble and citizens flee—was now, in Kaelen’s eyes, nothing more than an inconvenience.

The realization hit the guard like a storm. This wasn’t an ordinary prodigy. Perhaps a disciple of some legendary sect—the Sword Sect, maybe. His thoughts whispered in awe, though his voice never dared speak
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