Under the night sky of Sacred Wrym Summit, Abigail, well-heeled and in high spirits, had booked the second floor of Heighten Tavern for a celebratory feast.The attendees were Dustin and his companions.After all, making a fortune through unscrupulous means wasn't that honorable. So, it was crucial to keep a low profile."Sir, I'm in a great mood today. We're not leaving until we're all plastered!" Abigail poured the wine and clinked glasses with Dustin before downing it in one gulp.He smiled in response and took a sip."Come on, everyone. Dig in and enjoy! Don't be shy about it." She warmly encouraged Crystal and the others after downing her drink.Dalen smiled and asked, "Ms. Robinson, that smile of yours tells a story. I bet today was a profitable day, right?""Just a small haul and nothing too extravagant," she replied modestly."Ms. Robinson, it seems luck is always on your side. You always manage to turn the tide at the critical moment," Crystal remarked. Her tone seemed
"Troublemaker! I know you're in there, so come out and face the music!"The loud shout echoed through the tavern again. It sent waves of unease rippling through the patrons.Miles and the others instinctively turned their gaze toward Abigail.To them, she was the only one who fit the bill of a troublemaker. But who would dare to be so bold as to challenge the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order so openly?"Everyone, please continue enjoying your meal. I'll take care of this." Abigail smiled as she dabbed her mouth with a napkin. Then, she rose from her seat and descended the stairs.Miles and the others exchanged glances and hurried to the window to see what was happening outside.On the street, a burly man surrounded by a gang of 20 to 30 men was shouting threats. They wielded their weapons menacingly as if they were ready for action."Hey, doesn't that man look familiar?" Ruby arched her eyebrow as she recognized the burly man. She had seen him at the Combat Tournament, b
"Don't worry, Luke. Since you hired us, consider your troubles taken care of. We're here to help," one of the Bovens twins reassured him."That's right. You just sit back and watch how we deal with this troublemaker," the other chimed in.The twins bantered back and forth confidently as if victory was already in their bag.Luke glared at Abigail and shouted, "Hey, troublemaker! Did you hear that? If you're wise, surrender now. Otherwise, today will be your last.""Enough with the chatter. Let's get this over with. I've got dinner waiting upstairs," she retorted impatiently."Arrogant fool!""Get ready to face our wrath!"Enraged by her words, the twins quickly grabbed their weapons and charged forward.Their choice of weapons was rather peculiar. One brandished a spear, while the other wielded an iron abacus.The iron abacus beads were released with a flick of the wrist. They shot out like hidden weapons as it rained down on Abigail.Simultaneously, the spear lunged forward l
"Listen here, troublemaker! Don't you dare get cocky! Do you think you can look down on us? Well, mark my words, this time next year, people will gather to remember your death!""Hmph! We've been around the block in this martial world for years. Naturally, we've seen it all. Yet, a mere troublemaker like you strut around like you own the place. You've got no clue what you're up against!""If you know what's good for you, drop to your knees and beg for mercy, or else… we'll kill you!"The Greenfield Gang was shouting and yelling at her. They were all filled with righteous anger. Abigail's contemptuous words had enraged them. Though the title of Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order might sound imposing, the Greenfield Gang was ruthless. They had stared death in the face and lived to tell the tale, so they were fearless in the face of danger.But their confidence mainly stemmed from her young age. They doubted that someone barely 18 or 19 could have reached such a high level of
"You're overestimating your abilities!"Abigail sneered as she watched Luke and his group charging at her. Without a second thought, she whipped out a fist-sized iron orb and hurled it their way.The orb belonged to the Dawson Clan's collection of eight hidden weapons, known as the Phantom Blooms.There were 888 poisoned needles packed inside the iron orb. Each needle could penetrate an energy armor.Should any martial artist below the grandmaster level be struck by these poisoned needles, they would instantly be immobilized.When the Dawson Clan lost their bet, Abigail acquired this weapon. Finally, she had the opportunity to put it to use.The moment the Phantom Blooms orb was thrown, it emitted a faint hum. It signaled the activation of its mechanisms.In an instant, the 888 poisoned needles were primed and poised for release."Hah! Do you think a puny hidden weapon can harm us? Dream on!"When Abigail threw the iron orb, Luke didn't hesitate and raised his sword to jab it.
Outside the tavern, the martial arts experts led by Luke lay sprawled on the ground. Many were either dead or wounded.Amidst the aftermath, only Abigail stood unscathed.The effectiveness of the Phantom Blooms had surpassed her expectations. She even contemplated further trades with the Dawson Clan for additional hidden weapons.After all, traded weapons often held unexpected surprises.Luke, sprawling on the ground, struggled to speak. "Troublemaker! You… you're despicable!"His resilience was remarkable despite being pierced by countless poisoned needles."You're still alive?" Abigail raised an eyebrow and was surprised that he survived.He was just three feet away when the Phantom Blooms unleashed its barrage of poisoned needles. At that range, he should have been gravely injured.For anyone else, it would have likely been a fatal blow. Yet, despite his severe injuries and immobility, Luke displayed astonishing resilience."Without your cowardly ambush with hidden weapons,
"I…" Abigail's words left Ruby speechless, and she blushed. Ruby suddenly realized she was too naive.Grudges and alliances often defied reason in the martial world—either kill or be killed.If Luke intended to kill Abigail, then it was only natural for her to defend herself by retaliating against him. Her actions were justified.Furthermore, as Abigail pointed out, those who acted solely for profit were hardly virtuous. Therefore, it was not worthwhile to advocate for justice on their behalf."Ruby, judging by your demeanor, you're likely new to the martial world," Abigail began. "Holding onto your good intentions is commendable, but you must choose your allies wisely. Blindly playing the role of a saint will only bring harm to yourself and others."She offered a knowing smile. "Let's let bygones be bygones. There's no need to let tension brew between us over strangers' affairs. Come, let's continue with our drinks."Then, she lifted her glass and nodded toward Ruby. Ruby he
"Huh?" Dustin was taken aback by the sudden outburst and felt a bit bewildered.He glanced around the living room and noticed the intense glare from the burly man, Donny Zedd. Then, he asked tentatively, "Are you talking to me?""Who else would I be talking to?" Donny shot back.He glared at Dustin and shouted, "Don't you have any manners? You waltz in here without so much as a 'hello' and plop yourself down like you own the place. Do you have no respect for us?""Manners?" Dustin arched an eyebrow skeptically.He replied icily, "Do we even know each other? Why should I bother with pleasantries? And even if I don't hold you in high regard, what's it to you?""Hey! Are you looking for trouble, kid?" Donny bristled with anger, ready to throw a punch, but was intercepted by a man in white, Lucian Whitman, with a sly grin."Easy there, don't get all worked up. This kid just seems clueless about etiquette. Let's show him the ropes. No need for violence, especially with the host aroun