Atticus could barely feel the thrum of his pulse through the haze of exhaustion as he emerged from the arena. The demon’s death had bought him the Reaper Points he needed, but it had also left him with a gnawing emptiness. The shadows of the arena’s blood-soaked ground seemed to cling to him as he made his way through the labyrinthine corridors to Grimlock’s office.The arena manager’s quarters were a stark contrast to the brutal spectacle of the arena. Lined with opulent furnishings and trinkets from across the realms, the room was a testament to Grimlock’s status. It was here that Atticus found him, hunched over a desk cluttered with papers and gambling receipts.“Grimlock,” Atticus began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.Grimlock looked up, his eyes narrowing. “Atticus. You look like hell. But that's the point uhn. Gunning for more fights?”“Actually,” Atticus said, leaning against the doorframe, “I’m here to talk about something similar.”Grimlock’s interest piqued. He
The next day came by with a flash and tonight was the night his request would be answered. He spent the days leading up to this moment in a haze of fights, each victory further solidifying his dominance in the Bloodfist Arena. But it wasn’t enough. The thrill of victory, once intoxicating, had dulled. He craved more—something darker, more dangerous. He needed it...he needed to kill.That desire led him here, to the bowels of the Bloodfist Arena, where Grimlock had agreed to take him to the underground ring. The hidden arena was a myth whispered among fighters—a place where death was certain, but the rewards were even greater.As the evening began, Grimlock appeared in the training hall, his face grim and set as always. "You ready, kid?" he asked, his voice rough with experience.Atticus wiped the sweat from his brow and gave a curt nod. "Lead the way."Without another word, Grimlock motioned for Atticus to follow. They descended into the depths of the arena, passing through dimly lit
As Atticus left the underground ring, the cheers and bloodthirsty roars of the crowd still echoed in his ears. His steps were steady, his expression calm, but beneath the surface, his body thrummed with a strange energy. The soul essence of the Bone Crusher, the life force of his defeated opponent, lingered within him, fueling his every step. The system was doing its work, absorbing the essence and converting it into raw power. His mind was flooded with the sensation of strength—a heavy, suffocating weight that both thrilled and disturbed him. The Reaper Points tally flashed in his vision, now at a staggering 50,000."All that from one fight," Atticus muttered to himself as he crossed through the dark, winding corridors. The weight of the negative emotions he had absorbed—the fear, the hatred, the malice of the crowd and the Bone Crusher—pressed down on him like a suffocating cloak. It had fueled his victory, his current profit. It was a dark, addictive power, one that came at the co
"It will only be in your best interest to surrender, tell your men to put down their weapons or your head comes off" Atticus said as his large sword stayed pointed to the neck of the man kneeling in front of him."Never" The kneeling man replied with a defiant look."I admire your bravery but I also despise your stupidity, you and your men are surrounded, there is no way out but death if you continue to fight." Atticus warned. He wasn't interested in anymore bloodshed and if he truly wanted to end the battle a long time ago it was within his capabilities to do so, but this would mean more blood and death."So once again I ask, do you yield?" Atticus asked as he looked at the opposing soldiers, using his stance to break their spirit. Bai Xu felt a sense of defeat as he stayed on his knees in face of a sword ready to rip his life, he took a deep breath and answered."What honor is there in cowardice, I am ready to enter the circle of samsara so I have embraced death and I am sure my me
Atticus approached her, wrapped his arms around her waist, with one hand stroking her pregnant belly, and kissed her cheek. "My love, I've missed you."His wife, Mei, chuckled softly, leaning into his embrace. "Sure you did. How was your trip?""It was war, darling, and it was as expected, successful," Atticus replied with a laugh, knowing how his wife loved to water down serious situations with the most simple terms."Of course, genius, a trip to wage war is still a trip," Xiao Mei rolled her eyes as she countered."At least now that you're home, I would finally have you all to myself. The kingdom has had you for long enough." Mei leaned in more into Atticus's embraces as she placed a kiss on his neck."Really don't wanna ruin the mood, my love, but I have just one more mission, orders from the king." Atticus broke the news of his upcoming trip to her and twirled her around so she faced him. Mei at this point had a look of disappointment on her face."Why can't the king send someone
King Jiang Shao stood in the heart of his lush garden, bathed in the golden afternoon sunlight. The garden was a paradise of vibrant colors and scents, a testament to nature's artistry. Ornate statues and intricately designed pathways wound through an array of exotic flowers, their fragrance hanging in the air. A serene pond glistened with koi fish, and a small waterfall provided a soothing symphony of water. It was a place of tranquility in the midst of a kingdom filled with turmoil.As Atticus and his royal guards entered the garden, their arrival went unnoticed for a brief moment as King Jiang Shao was engrossed in the delicate process of gutting the antelope he had captured during his hunt. He was a king who loved to do things with his own hands, from ruling his kingdom to providing for his table.King Jiang Shao had always been a hands-on ruler. His rise to the throne of Listrea had not been a mere formality but a brutal struggle, a path paved with the blood of his own brothers. H
"Swords will!" Atticus shouted, and his entire being became a whirlwind of sword energy. In a blur of motion, he cut through the attacking soldiers like a tempest, his sword lights finding every weakness in their defenses. The battlefield was filled with the screams of soldiers as Atticus carved a path through their ranks.As Atticus's gaze turned back to King Jiang Shao, a renewed determination filled his eyes. "Boom!"He moved with blinding speed, creating a shockwave that sent the remaining soldiers flying like leaves in the wind. His target was the king, and his intention was clear – vengeance.Jiang Shao, however, was not defenseless. As Atticus closed in, his general drew his own sword, wreathed in flames, and met Atticus's strike with a fierce clash. The two warriors engaged in a high-speed battle, their swords clashing with thunderous roars. The Listrea's general fire elemental powers surged through his strikes, adding an explosive element to their combat.The garden became a
"Seeing you use a forbidden technique leaves a bad taste in my mouth, so much potential burnt in one go," Jiang Shao remarked with a dark smile. Atticus could feel the oppressive presence of Listrea's king closing in, and he knew that he had little time left. "But since you are at the point of death, I guess I can't really fault you."Atticus had long abandoned his sword, for it had proven useless against Jiang Shao's overwhelming power. Body cultivators like Jiang Shao were always a pain to fight, and the Listrea's king had proven to be at a level that was borderline devilish. Atticus assumed a fighting stance as he raised his hands, preparing for a fight he knew he couldn't win."You really think you have a chance now?" Jiang Shao taunted. "Sorry to burst your bubble, kiddo, but I would still end you even if you could enhance your cultivation from what it currently is."But Atticus had other plans. In the face of certain death, he unleashed a technique rarely used in his repertoire