Glenn and Fenley were top-tier geniuses in the martial world. Given the intense rivalry between the Sword Union and the Celestial Alliance, it was only natural that they saw each other as competitors.Fenley was fired up with a fighting spirit after a recent breakthrough in his cultivation before the tournament. He was itching for a showdown with Glenn and could hardly wait to face him.In contrast, Glenn wouldn't back down from Fenley's challenge. However, while Fenley was fired up with a fighting spirit, Glenn remained indifferent.Since topping the Legendary List, Glenn had stopped regarded his peers as worthy rivals, except for Logan, who was his equal and had been missing for years.At present, his focus was on the elites of the Champ-Tier List, the ultimate benchmark of power in the martial world. He had to take down one top competitor after another and push through every obstacle until he reached the pinnacle of success. The past was irrelevant since he was laser-focused o
"That's true. With your lofty ambitions, why would you care about a few underperforming disciples?" Alloy said sarcastically.He added, "Yet, those very disciples have shown impressive growth since joining the Celestial Alliance. Perhaps… they're simply struggling to adjust to the Sword Union's treatment?""Mr. Marshall, you talk a big game, but it doesn't amount to much when it comes to real skill," Cyrus said coldly.He continued, "Since this is a Combat Tournament, why don't we take it to the stage? Are you up for showing these young ones what true skill really looks like?""If you're so eager, I'd be happy to oblige," Alloy replied with an indifferent smile. "I'd also like to see if your swordsmanship lives up to the rumors."One was ranked second on the Champ-Tier List, and the other was third. Their strength differences weren't big. If they faced off, it was anyone's guess who would win."Please calm down." Seeing the situation heating up, Kaden, sitting between them, quick
"Hmph! Stop adding fuel to the fire!" Cyrus glared at Alloy. "The Celestial Alliance has had its fair share of run-ins with the Mystic Arts Order over the years. If we're talking enemies, your guild is the real thorn in their side.""It's nothing but minor skirmishes. I'm sure Madam Penelope sees the bigger picture and isn't bothered by it," Alloy said with a subtle grin.Cyrus might outmatch Alloy in brute strength, but when it came to quick-witted retorts, Alloy was the clear victor."Mr. Hadley, Mr. Marshall, you two seem to be in high spirits."The black sedan came to a stop in front of them. An elderly woman with silver hair and a slightly hunched back emerged slowly while leaning on a serpent-headed cane.This was Penelope Solace, the leader of the Mystic Arts Order. She had risen to fame long before Alloy and Cyrus, earning her place as a revered senior figure.Despite her years of seclusion and rare public appearances, her reputation was as fearsome and commanding as Allo
"Whoa! He's even busting out the Four Elements of God's Technique? Does he really need to show off?""Fenley sure knows how to make an entrance. He's showing off in style.""If I had his skills, I'd be more flashy than him."Fenley made a grand entrance, and the crowd couldn't stop talking and whispering.The Four Elements of God's Technique was a secret art of the Celestial Alliance, learned only by the guildmasters' successors. So, it was surprising when Fenley used it before the match began."Mr. Marshall, your disciple lives up to his name," Cyrus remarked coldly."Ha! Young people should be bursting with energy. If he's got the skills, why hold back?" Alloy replied indifferently."I just hope you don't let your excitement get the better of you," Cyrus warned. "Sometimes, too much joy can lead to a downfall.""You don't need to worry about it, Mr. Hadley," Alloy said with a faint smile.Regardless of the match outcome, Fenley's entrance had already outshined the Sword Unio
After George's entrance, a chilling, eerie laughter echoed through the arena. At the same time, a swirling cloud of scarlet mist rushed in from the distance.The mist was about ten feet in radius. It radiated a dark, sinister energy, and its shape constantly shifted. One moment, it morphed into a massive skull, then twisted into a devil with bared fangs and claws.The sight of this unnerving mist made the spectators gasp in alarm. They quickly scattered to clear the path. The mist's terrifying appearance signaled evil intent, and they knew that coming into contact with it could be deadly.The scarlet mist swirled over the battle ring. It deliberately circled the contestants' heads three times before crashing down with a thunderous bang.A striking Streuquan man in a sharp suit emerged as the mist dissipated. His bold features, devious grin, and undeniable charm made him impossible to ignore. The man was Bill Wolfe."I can't believe that narcissistic jerk actually showed up," Aur
"Great hit!""How dare you cause trouble at Sacred Wyrm Summit? You must have a death wish.""If the referee hadn't held back, that Stormcraft strike would have turned him into dust."The spectators cheered with applause as Bill was sent flying.A foreign contestant one who is relatively unknown here should stay low-key to avoid unnecessary trouble.But when Bill showed up, he immediately started shouting and challenging everyone. He practically asked to be beaten. Did this puny vampire think no one in Dragonmarsh could take him down?"Curse you, Dragonmarsh martial artists! How dare you ambush me? How cowardly and disgraceful!"Bill staggered to his feet and gritted his teeth as he seethed in anger. He had planned to make a strong impression and showcase the vampires' might. Instead, his plan backfired, and he was humiliated. He didn't think it was due to his own weakness; rather, Oron's sudden attack had caught him off guard. Bill was sure that he wouldn't lose in a fair fig
"Next." Oron's voice rang out, signaling the continuation of the drawing after Jermaine finished his turn."I'll go."At that moment, George stomped forward and aggressively shoved a martial artist away as he reached into the black box.The martial artist who had been shoved frowned and looked up at George's burly bear-like frame. Despite the intimidation, he suppressed his anger.Although a martial artist's strength couldn't be judged by their size, George's imposing presence was undeniable.After rummaging inside the box for a few seconds, George pulled out a glass ball. But before anyone could see the number inside, he crushed it with his powerful grip.The ball shattered with a sharp crack, and fragments scattered across the floor.He looked at the fragments in his hand and burst into laughter. His eyes glinted with malice as he turned to Jermaine. He said sinisterly, "Jermaine, huh? Unlucky bastard, you'll have one hell of a day. Look at this." He showed him the metal dis
The spectators erupted into thunderous applause as soon as Oron finished speaking.Under the spotlight of a thousand eager eyes, contestant number one rose from his seat and walked to the battle ring. He was a monk clad in gray robes. The towering figure, who had a muscular build, was in his 30s. He gripped an iron staff, and his smooth, bald head gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.The spectators quickly recognized him. "I can't believe the first contestant is Venerable Truce from Aureate Monastery. This is going to be a great match."Contestant number one was a revered monk from Aureate Monastery called Truce Heart. He was known by the moniker "Venerable Banisher".Despite his young age, his cultivation was beyond measure, especially his Ironfist Technique, which he had mastered to perfection.He was said to be impervious to blades, bullets, fire, and water. Any attack launched against him barely left a mark.But Truce wasn't just renowned for his incredible defense. His Ban