As the battles played out in several parts of the forest in the blood fest the audience outside the coliseum were in a frenzy.The gore and killings seemed to make them more excuses, feeding their twisted fantasies but of course this wasn't a new thing.Every bloodfest was always like this.Atticus had once again come into the spotlight as he was noticed by several students in the audience.The way he carried himself and disposed off the cyan earth brothers had caught their attention and the plot twist of jin sohae betrayal also put them at the edge of their seat. But as if separating Jin sohae's head from her head wasn't enough, another contender had showed up from the shadows and started a fight but of course Atticus had still dominated his showdown.With every win the audience went crazy with cheers and screams.The girls couldn't help but be smitten by his devilish handsome looks and the aura of masculinity that radiated off him.But one person was still worried about him in the m

Atticus surveyed the scene, his chest burning with a mixture of exertion and dread. The clearing was littered with the fallen, their blood painting a gruesome tapestry on the forest floor. The once vibrant crimson moon now seemed to mock them with its eerie glow. Ember's declaration hung heavy in the air, a spark threatening to ignite another round of bloody chaos. The Shadow Weaver beside him shifted, her hand hovering near a hidden dagger beneath her cloak. He knew the uneasy truce was on a knife's edge. As if annoyed with all the stalling, another announcement boomed through the forest, shattering the fragile tension."[All enchanted weapons and armaments will be disabled and all spirit buffs will be rendered invalid.] [The Soul Grappling Fog will begin its shrink. If there are still more than 5 survivors within 5 minutes, all participants will be killed by the Fog.]"The soul grappling fog was referring to the black fog that covered the entire forest. Coming in contact with it

Atticus stood amidst the thundering cheers, a lone island of stoicism in a sea of roaring excitement. The cacophony of the crowd washed over him like a wave, but he felt strangely detached, as if encased in a soundproof shell. The lifting of the suppression on his cultivation base, a reward he'd yearned for, should have sparked a surge of elation. Yet, there was nothing. His power surged, a tidal wave coursing through his veins. His cultivation base, once forcefully restricted to the early stages of Spirit Gathering Realm, rocketed upwards. It breached his previous peak, barreling through the mid and late stages, finally settling at the precipice of the Perfected Spirit Gathering Realm, a mere hair's breadth from becoming a Spirit Master. The process of cultivation within the Spirit Gathering Realm was relatively straightforward, though not without its challenges. Every cultivator in this realm was destined to eventually reach the Spirit Sovereign Realm, the time frame dependent on

As Atticus, Xu Hua, and the ever-present Rocus savored their meal, the atmosphere in the Drunken Dragon shifted gears. A band of musicians, their faces obscured by the dimly lit corners, launched into a lively tune. Their instruments, however, remained unseen. The melody flowed, rich and vibrant, a testament to their ability to channel their cultivation into audible magic. Suddenly, a group of students, their faces flushed with excitement and ale, materialized at their table. Their leader, a burly young man with a shock of red hair, addressed Atticus directly."Bloodhound!" he boomed, his voice tinged with awe and a hint of nervousness. "You're Atticus, right? The champion of the Bloodfest?"Atticus, momentarily startled by the intrusion, nodded curtly. Recognition, it seemed, was a double-edged sword."Amazing performance out there!" the redhead continued, his eyes wide with admiration. "We all saw it! You were… incredible!"A chorus of murmurs echoed his sentiment. Atticus, still a

The day blurred by in a flurry of activity as Atticus, Xu Hua, and Rocus made their way back to their dorm. The events of the previous night, the unexpected challenge, and the growing possibility of the tournaments, all swirled in their minds. The next morning dawned bright and crisp, the air buzzing with anticipation as they headed for the combat faculty. Today was their final taskforce training session before they began taking missions as a team.Master Wei, a wiry man with a fierce glint in his eyes and a shock of salt-and-pepper hair that defied gravity, stood before the assembled students in the echoing combat hall. The air crackled with nervous energy as the students fidgeted in their training gear, their weeks of drills and maneuvers culminating in this very moment."Today," he boomed, his voice cracking with a hint of amusement, a sound that sent a tremor of excitement through the room. Master Wei, known for his unorthodox training methods, had their full attention. He held up