Upon their arrival in a majestic courtyard, Arion found himself at a loss for words. Every member of the Carter Clan, from the elders to the youngest children, had assembled in orderly formation. Their gathering was a testament to their profound respect for martial arts and a profound acknowledgment of the extraordinary abilities of their distinguished guest. Arion, despite his youthful appearance, exuded an aura of power and martial spirit. Terrence couldn't shake the feeling that Arion's real age belied his youthful looks. In a clan where martial prowess was the ultimate measure of one's value, the age at which they reached significant milestones was of paramount importance. The most gifted among the Carter Clan had achieved the esteemed rank of Martial Warrior by the age of 15. By the age of 20, they had risen to the prestigious position of Martial Grandmaster, a title that brought honor and prestige to their family. Terrence himself had accomplished the remarkable feat of reachin
Terrance, after considering Arion's commitment and the potential benefits of his sister, Seraphina, joining the Tiger Claw Sect, nodded in response to Arion's proposal. "Very well, Sect Master Arion. I will take your word for it," he said with a sense of cautious optimism. He then turned his gaze to Seraphina, his expression reflecting a blend of concern and determination. "Seraphina," he began, addressing his sister, "It seems that Sect Master Arion is willing to provide you with an opportunity to join the sect. The decision, however, ultimately rests with you." Seraphina, with her carefully concealed ruthlessness, had other intentions in mind. As Terrance signaled her decision to join the sect, she suddenly interjected, her voice laced with challenge and a hint of defiance. Seraphina, with her concealed cunning and her carefully concealed ruthlessness, had other intentions in mind. As Terrance signaled her decision to join the sect, she suddenly interjected, her voice laced with c
Encountered Individual:- Name: ?- Age: 0- Talent: CThis is the thing Arion saw when he saw an Old Man carrying something in his hands and it isn't the talent of Old Man but the window showed that the thing which has a C Rank talent isn't the old man, but the thing the Old Man was carrying in his bag.Arion, moving swiftly through the serene streets of Rainsong City, witnessed an old man clutching a tattered bag with an aura of intrigue that enveloped him. The old man's demeanor was far from the bustling throngs of the city, and his actions spoke of an entirely different story. Arion hurried towards the old man."Excuse me, sir," Arion began with an air of regal poise, "I couldn't help but notice your bag. Would you be willing to part with it and its contents in exchange for some money?"Initially, the old man hesitated, his eyes reflecting a deep caution. However, Arion, with an unearthly elegance, revealed a gleaming gold coin that seemed to radiate with an otherworldly luster. T
Encountered Individual: - Name: ? - Age: 16 - Talent: F - Race: HYBRID - Level: Level 1 (Qi Condensation 6th Layer, Equivalent to a Martial Warrior) Arion's gaze shifted from the cryptic system window to the enigmatic figure before him – a boy of sixteen, with a talent level of F, and an unsettling aura that seemed more akin to a predatory beast than a human. The boy's appearance was anything but ordinary, with fiery red hair that resembled smoldering embers and crimson eyes that bore an eerie, almost sinister intensity. His physique, though youthful, exuded a mature, unsettling power and charisma that transcended his years. He didn't seem like a typical teenager but rather a harbinger of darkness. Arion's spine tingled
Zayn firmly declined Arion's invitation, causing Arion to chuckle. "You must be joking," Arion responded, his laughter revealing his disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. Zayn raised his sword, pointing it directly at Arion. In a commanding tone, he declared, "Hand over the two eggs, and I may consider sparing your life." Arion chuckled in response, his laughter carrying a hint of unwavering determination. With a confident grin, he retorted, "I always get what I want, no matter the circumstances." Arion swiftly retrieved a mysterious black mask from his inventory, known as the "Veil of Dread." He donned it, shrouding his face in an aura of foreboding. With a resolute intent, he activated all his equipped items, each one enhancing his innate abilities and strengthening his presence. Upon witnessing Arion don the "Veil of Dread," Kyle was gripped b
Following the intense confrontation, Arion decided to unmask, revealing a warm and welcoming smile to those present. Upon beholding Arion's reassuring smile, Zayn couldn't suppress the shiver that coursed through him. Although Arion's outward appearance was friendly, the memory of the dread he had experienced when facing the masked and mighty Arion still haunted his thoughts. Despite his reluctance, Zayn bowed his head before Arion, a silent acknowledgment of the overwhelming power he had witnessed. Soon Arion's gaze fell upon Kyle and Seraphina, both of them were similarly gripped by an unshakable dread. His amiable smile did little to assuage the lingering fear that had taken root in their hearts. In unison, they shuddered and quickly averted their eyes, their heads bowing in an involuntary show of reverence and submission as Arion turned his attention towards them. In the aftermath of the overwhelm
As Kyle, Seraphina, and Zayn embarked on the journey from Rainsong City back to their sect, the passage of time seemed to warp and bend in unfathomable ways. In stark contrast to Kyle's previous experience, during which a conventional carriage ride had taken over a week, the return journey was a mind-bending spectacle.Arion, their Sect Master, was responsible for this astonishing phenomenon. In a mere five minutes, he transported them from the city to their sect's headquarters. The entire experience defied every notion of time and distance, leaving the trio speechless and bewildered.What left Kyle in awe was the stark realization of Arion's unparalleled strength. It was difficult to fathom how their Sect Master, who was the same age as them, could exhibit such an extraordinary display of power. It wasn't teleportation or any form of mystical shortcut; it was Arion's sheer speed that had brought them back.
As the four figures materialized in the same spot where Arion and his disciples had stood moments before, they exchanged puzzled and somewhat anxious glances. The atmosphere was tense, and someone among them had to account for what had just transpired. The first figure, whose voice quivered with a sense of fear, was quick to distance himself from any responsibility. "It wasn't me," he muttered, almost too softly to be heard. His reluctance to be blamed was evident. The second and third figures, in unison, echoed the same sentiment. "Me neither," they affirmed, their voices more assured than the first figure but still tinged with nervousness. Their words suggested they were not willing to shoulder the blame for whatever had just occurred. As the trio of figures exchanged meaningful glances, their collective apprehension seemed to shift toward the fourth individual. They all turned their gaze in unison