..“Who has arrived, you dimwit?” one of the martial artists exclaimed, turning sharply towards the person who had spoken.“Yeah, who’s shown up that’s making you raise such a commotion and completely lose your composure?!” another added, frowning in confusion.The other martial artists, now curious and slightly annoyed, echoed the question as they observed the man who had drawn their attention.“It’s Hendrix Anderson!” the man finally blurted out, his voice trembling with excitement and reverence.“What?! Did you say Hendrix Anderson?! I need to see this for myself…”“My goodness, Hendrix is already here?!”Before long, a majority of the martial artists rushed out like frenzied fans eager to catch a glimpse of a celebrity they had only heard about in awe-inspiring stories.“It’s really him! It’s definitely Hendrix Anderson!”At that very moment, Hendrix truly made his arrival known, and he did so with unmatched grandeur. He arrived in a convoy of imposing military vehicles, and as t
..“Amazing… that’s Master Muzan! I’ve heard so many stories about his remarkable feats!” one of the martial artists exclaimed with excitement, his eyes wide with admiration.“Wait, isn’t he the martial artist who ventured into the infamous Soul Forest for a hunting expedition and spent thirty days there, taking down some of the most dangerous creatures?!” another voice added, his tone a mix of awe and disbelief.“Yes, that’s him!” a third martial artist chimed in, nodding vigorously. “He’s the one who came out unscathed, bringing back proof of his unbelievable prowess. He even survived a battle against a mutated beast that had devoured entire villages!”“Damn! No wonder he’s acting so arrogant. With that kind of experience and skill, he’s undoubtedly one of the top martial artists here, and he’s definitely going to be a major threat in this competition!”The sudden revelation of the burly man’s identity caused a flurry of reactions among the crowd. The expressions of those around hi
. . Landon was still puzzling over why this enigmatic figure, known as Flying Logan, had stepped in to help him. From what he had observed thus far, it seemed that there was a deeper connection—a long and complicated history—between Flying Logan and Master Muzan. The tension between them felt almost palpable, as if there were old wounds festering just beneath the surface. It wasn’t the typical rivalry one would expect between martial artists. No, it was something much more intense and personal. “So, are you seriously going to stop me from teaching this arrogant kid a lesson right now?” Master Muzan growled, his voice thick with irritation as he directed a menacing glare at Logan. Logan didn’t flinch. Instead, he took a firm step forward, his gaze unwavering as he stared directly into Master Muzan’s eyes. “I’m not going to let you harm him, Muzan. Not today. Besides, the competition hasn’t even started yet. So, if you’re really itching for a fight, why don’t you find someone at your
. . A thunderous crack broke through the sky, roaring across the arena like the battle cry of a storm god. The lightning illuminated the entire coliseum, casting stark, momentary shadows that flickered against the massive stone walls. As quickly as the sky had been rent apart, it closed, leaving a momentary silence that filled the air with a sense of anticipation. Then, as the last echoes of the thunder died down, five figures appeared, hovering high in the sky above the arena. One of them was an instantly recognizable face. “Golden Zeus…” someone murmured reverently from the crowd, and soon the entire arena buzzed with hushed voices, each person repeating the name like a mantra. The atmosphere became almost palpable as the entire audience fell silent, every eye fixed on the figures above. Golden Zeus, the most renowned martial artist of them all, floated effortlessly alongside four others. Slowly, they began their descent from the heavens, their robes billowing gently around the
.."You have ten minutes to choose your teammates and form a team of five," Golden Zeus announced with finality, his deep voice echoing throughout the vast arena. His words hung in the air like a heavy decree, leaving the martial artists no choice but to act quickly. Once the announcement was made, Golden Zeus leaned back in his seat. His sharp gaze swept across the arena, taking in the reactions of all the martial artists gathered there. It was clear that the fighters had different responses to the rules of the first round. Some seemed satisfied, nodding to themselves as if they had anticipated this, while others appeared disgruntled, frowning in dissatisfaction. A few simply remained passive, neither pleased nor displeased, but clearly indifferent to the unfolding situation. However, no matter how they felt about the rules or the way things were progressing, one fact remained unchanged: they all had to participate in the first round of the competition, whether they liked it or not
..Landon did not know whether to laugh or cry when he heard the middle-aged man’s question. He glanced at Logan, perplexed. After all, Logan was young as well. In fact, Logan didn’t appear to be more than two years older than himself. Yet, no one seemed to be making a big deal about Logan’s age or questioning his ability to compete.Logan scratched his head, a sheepish grin forming on his face as he processed the man’s concern. “Landon may look young, but he’s quite talented,” Logan replied confidently, though there was a slight hesitation in his tone, as if he were trying to reassure not only the others but himself as well.The middle-aged man who had raised the concern shook his head and spoke up again, his voice firm. “Sir Flying Logan, we both know that there are a lot of people in this competition who are talented. Talent alone doesn’t win battles or secure victories. What decides the outcome between two skilled opponents is experience. When two people are evenly matched in ski
. . “Good luck trying to protect him, Logan. You’re going to need it.” Muzan and his team backed away slowly, each step deliberate, exuding an air of malicious intent as they kept their eyes locked on Logan and his group. The looks they cast were not those of mere rivals but rather of predators toying with their prey, relishing the anticipation of a kill. Their mocking smirks lingered for a moment before they turned and walked away, as if losing interest in an unworthy opponent. “Such pathetic losers!” spat out the first middle-aged man from Logan’s team, his voice tinged with annoyance as he watched Muzan and his group retreat. His irritation was palpable, the disdain in his tone clear for anyone to hear. He couldn’t believe the audacity of Muzan to issue such a provocation. “Sir Logan has always been at odds with Master Muzan. They’ve been sworn enemies for as long as I can remember, so it’s only natural that Muzan would target our team specifically,” the second middle-aged man
. . “Flying Logan?” Mateo’s eyes widened slightly, glinting with a hint of surprise when he heard Logan utter his name so calmly and confidently. He had certainly heard of Flying Logan’s feats before—extraordinary achievements that had made a name for him in the martial arts world. Feats so impressive that even someone as proud as Mateo had to acknowledge them. The mere mention of Logan’s name would normally be enough to make people take a step back, but Mateo wasn’t just anyone. He prided himself on his own potential, and there was no way he would drop his pride so easily, not even for someone of Logan’s caliber. “You’re Flying Logan, and so what?” Mateo sneered, puffing out his chest with defiance. “Do you expect me to tremble in fear just because of your reputation?” “No, not at all,” Logan replied coolly, his expression unchanging. “I’m not asking you to be afraid. I’m simply stating that if you want to get to my teammate, you’ll have to go through me first. And if you’re will