Willem was nothing but a bloodthirsty maniac."What's the matter? Lost your nerve?" Willem taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. He added, "I thought Glorian folks were tough. Weren't you the ones who wanted to bully others? Weren't you just boasting about taking me down? Come on, get back on your feet and face me!""I… I won't fight anymore." Jasper shook his head vigorously.He continued, "It was my mistake. I offended you, and I'm sorry. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me." With a gesture of submission, he dropped to his knees."Your apology means nothing now. You're worthless, even if you manage to survive," Willem jeered, edging closer with his nails bared and a menacing glint in his eyes."Mr. Bailey! Help me, please!" Jasper cried out, desperation evident in his voice and sweat trickling down his face. He knew pleading was futile, but Bailey was his only hope in a crowd of strangers."Mr. Jasper, I've repeatedly warned you, but you chose to ignore my advice.
Jasper, the once-mighty general of Glorian, met his demise through a fatal encounter with the Blood Devil Willem, all because of his overbearing arrogance.This tragic incident overshadowed what had begun as the gathering organized by the Hall of Gods."Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone. I'll go and freshen up a bit." Willem's lips curled into a satisfied smirk after draining Jasper off his last breath.He nodded to the assembled group before making his way to the restroom."Mr. Alessandro, could you find someone to clean up this mess?" Bailey glanced at Anthony."Sure," Anthony agreed with a nod.A team of Kimboku warriors was assembled to commence the cleanup. They swiftly buried the bodies and scrubbed away the bloodstains, ensuring everything was neat and orderly.Everyone present was a seasoned veteran and was accustomed to facing adversity. Thus, such a minor incident failed to elicit any surprise.As the Kimboku warriors diligently worked to clear the area, Anthony led
In the lively ambiance of Breezy Tavern, Dustin was immersed in a cheerful gathering with Quincy and other people. The occasion was a party organized by Quincy in honor of Dustin's victory over Marco in honor of the Celestial Alliance.Dustin's remarkable feat spread like wildfire throughout Sacred Wrym Summit. It even drew the attention of many curious and aspiring talents. Dustin's intervention in defeating Marco had averted potential humiliation for martial artists across Dragonmarsh. Thus, it was no surprise that numerous individuals were eager to meet the emerging hero."Here's to your bright future and continued success, Dustin!" Quincy exclaimed, lifting his glass in a toast.As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, even Dustin succumbed to the pleasant haze of merriment."Thank you, Elder Douglas," Dustin replied warmly. He raised his glass with a smile without any hint of submission."Dustin, have you truly ruled out joining our Celestial Alliance?" Quincy cha
With a swiftness that was almost impossible to track, Aldric's blade sliced through the air, leaving only a fleeting glimpse of its sharp edge. Everywhere it went, raindrops evaporated instantly, creating a void in its wake.Miles's eyes narrowed as he swiftly raised his sword to defend himself.The clash echoed through the air.Aldric's blow landed heavily against Miles's blade. It sent Miles stumbling backward, and his grip wavered for a moment."That power…" Miles' expression turned grave.Aldric's last attack had been unexpectedly strong. Miles might have been seriously injured if he hadn't reacted in time.Aldric sheathed his blade decisively, his expression cold as he spoke. "You're no match for me. Move aside," he said firmly, showing no concern for Miles' presence.Miles, undeterred, raised his sword defiantly. "Hmph! Don't get too cocky," he retorted. He added, "I'm a disciple of the Sword Union. Maybe I'm not as gifted as Dustin, but I'm no ordinary fighter. And you?
Driving away one challenger would only invite others to take their place. Hence, this would only create an unending cycle. Dustin disliked pointless duels and chose to yield rather than be pulled into endless fights. He was willing to forgo the glory of defeating Marco if it meant avoiding continuous conflict.Aldric's demeanor soured. "Do you take me for a beggar?" His tone chilled. "For me to win, it must be an honest victory, with you admitting defeat unequivocally. There can be no room for uncertainty!"His pursuit of fame spurred him on and fueled his determination to achieve victory solely through merit. As a swordsman, he took great pride in this endeavor."What if I decline the duel?" Dustin asked.Aldric's face contorted into a menacing expression. "If you don't make a move, then I'll kill everyone around you. Let's test your resolve then!"Dustin furrowed his brow at the threat. He thought, "This man knows no bounds. Seems there's no escaping this confrontation today
Aldric grunted and staggered. The force of the impact almost caused him to lose hold of his blade.He looked down at his shoulder and saw a bloody hole, feeling the warmth of blood seeping through his raincoat. The rain mixed with the blood as it trickled down, creating a chilling sight.A water droplet turned into a sword that effortlessly breached his defenses, showcasing Dustin's unexpected strength. It was more than Aldric had bargained for."Nice shot!" Miles cheered after seeing Aldric wounded. He felt his pride was redeemed after the previous humiliation."Hmph! You're tough, but one strike from Dustin, and you're reeling. Looks like the so-called tough disciples of the Bloodfiery Legion aren't living up to their reputation." Ruby scoffed, her tone laced with mockery."Ruby, don't underestimate those Bloodfiery Legion members," Dalen cautioned, his gaze steady.He continued, "Once they're in the thick of battle, they only get tougher, especially when wounded. They'll push
"Bloodfiery Rampage technique—Fourth stance: the Godslayer!" "Bloodfiery Rampage technique—Ultimate stance: the Skyfire!"Aldric's voice boomed, echoing through the area as he declared his stances one by one. With every swing of his blade, he showcased the culmination of his lifelong training.He understood that Dustin posed the greatest challenge he had ever faced. To have any hope of victory, Aldric resolved not to hold back. Each strike he delivered was imbued with a fierce intensity that sent waves of destructive force toward Dustin. The spectators, gripped by fear, could feel the sheer force emanating from Aldric's attacks, even from afar.His strength was undeniable as each swing carried an unstoppable momentum that seemed to shake the ground. It was evident to all watching that only a genius like Dustin could match him.Despite the fierce onslaught, Dustin remained composed. "Your technique shows promise but lacks finesse," he remarked with a faint smile. He pointed his
Aldric's gaze flickered from his blade, embedded in the sodden earth, to Dustin's calm form. Suddenly, a wave of defeat washed over him. He had nurtured lofty ambitions of shining brightly, of making a mark at the Sacred Wrym Summit Combat Tournament. And now, it struck him hard that he had overestimated his abilities.He understood that many others surpassed him in skill in this vast world. Despite his earnest endeavors, his modest talents and inflated ego proved futile.The current outcome embodied this harsh truth. Despite pouring his heart into it, he couldn't land a single strike on Dustin, who effortlessly outmatched him.This sobering realization left him struggling for composure, lost in the whirlpool of his emotions.After a brief silence, Aldric relented, "Okay, you win. I admit defeat." He struggled to speak, the weight of his admission evident in his voice.Dustin responded calmly, "Your skills are impressive. Among your peers, you're certainly exceptional."Aldric