"Huh, why are you asking me? Shouldn't you be asking yourself that question?"With a smirk on his lips, Marc stared at the masked man. At that moment, their expressions were complete opposites. Hidden behind his mask, the man looked utterly shocked and terrified.Even so, he refused to give up so easily. Suddenly, both his hands clenched tightly into fists."I've never lost in my life. Not even to someone as weak as you."Consumed by his ego and pride, the masked man summoned every last ounce of his internal energy, channeling it entirely into his fists.In less than a second, his punches shot forward, aimed straight at Marc's chest.It was a powerful and lightning-fast attack. If he hadn't witnessed Marc withstand the previous energy blast, he would have been certain that this strike would kill the young man on the spot.Boom!A deafening explosion echoed through the deserted street, reverberating into the surrounding forest.From a distance, Harper, who had been watching the fight u

The Huracán Marc was driving continued trailing behind the Cullinan ahead for thirty minutes. The entire time, there was no conversation between him and Harper inside the car."Marc..."That was all the young woman managed to say. For the past several minutes, she had only been stealing glances at the young man beside her, her face filled with hesitation, uncertainty, and unspoken questions."Yeah."Like her, Marc responded curtly.It wasn’t that he was ignoring her. His mind was still preoccupied with the masked man who had just been taken into custody. Besides, he couldn’t help but wonder, what kind of illness does the person Mr. Henry mentioned have that would require the Golden Nirvana?Gathering her courage, Harper finally spoke up. "Marc, is what you said earlier... really true?" Her voice carried a trace of nervousness as she met his gaze. "Are you really Master Tilcott’s disciple?"A disciple of Master Tilcott. No further explanation was needed—such a status was nothing short

"Mr. Belmont, do you see something?"With a furrowed brow and eyes widened in disbelief, Preston couldn't hide the shock on his face. There was a reason why the room before them had been left in complete darkness.But that wasn’t what surprised him the most.No one had ever been able to see anything inside that room under such conditions. Not even him—a level 55 cultivator—was an exception.Yet, this young man, who claimed to be a disciple of Master Tilcott, had accurately deduced that someone was inside. And even more astonishingly, he could tell that the person in question was exhibiting unusual body language."Hmm." Marc nodded. "Is that the person you were referring to?"Preston lowered his gaze, doing his best to calm his emotions. Is this truly the ability of a disciple of Master Tilcott? he wondered, unable to suppress his admiration. He's really something!"That's correct." This time, Preston's nod carried a

"Please get some rest, Mr. Belmont. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."One of Preston’s subordinates led Marc and Harper to one of the rooms on the fifth floor—the highest level of the building. Naturally, he didn’t bother assigning them separate rooms, assuming they were a couple."Thank you."Marc gave a slight smile before closing the door. The room, roughly five square meters in size, contained a double bed, a sofa and table, and a bathroom.Noticing Harper sitting silently on the sofa, Marc walked over. "You haven’t said a word for a while. Is something wrong?"Harper slowly lifted her head, her large, expressive eyes locking onto him. "So, you weren’t lying when you said you were a healer, were you?""Of course not. I’ve never lied to you," Marc replied, puzzled by her fixation on his identity."Then why didn’t you tell me from the start?" Harper’s expression was a strange mix of

"Major General..."A lieutenant quickly approached Preston, intending to warn him about the possible consequences of keeping the ceiling open. However, before he could say anything, the major general raised his hand."Leave it be," he said, noticing from the corner of his eye that Marc's calm expression remained unchanged, as if the young man fully understood what was happening—and what was about to happen.Roar! Roar! Roar!As more sunlight flooded into the room, Leopold's roars grew louder, resembling the agonized cries of a wounded beast, a feral tiger provoked by humans."I trust you now understand why I cannot take His Lordship out of this room."The sunlight did not directly reach the circular chamber where Leopold was confined. Instead, it illuminated the area outside the second layer of transparent walls, closer to Marc and everyone else than to the marquis himself.Even so, merely sensing the sunlight nearby triggered a