The primary source of irritation for Master Eliza stemmed from Alexander's persistent display of arrogance. It irked him deeply to witness Alexander's inflated ego and haughty demeanor. Master Eliza believed firmly that when someone faced defeat, their prior acts of arrogance would inevitably come back to haunt them.As Master Eliza contemplated the situation, he resigned himself to the fact that there was no undoing what had already transpired. His perspective on the matter was marked by a sense of finality as he remarked, "Well, I'll simply allow events to unfold; the die has been cast."However, he was not entirely oblivious to the strategies employed by Master Andrew, who often pitted his students against more formidable opponents. Yet, Master Eliza upheld his reputation for honesty and integrity, vowing not to employ such tactics himself. If only he had been aware that Alexander transcended the confines of the disciple realm, he would have intervened to prevent Alexander from en
"You! How dare you humiliate my student," bellowed Master Andrew, his fury evident as he rose from his seat.Master Eliza though didn't know Alexander, Alexander had defended his school's honour so hs definitely wouldn't let Alexander get hurt. He stood up and looked at Master Andrew, if Master Andrew made a move, he would intercept him and strike as well.Alexander, however, remained unperturbed by Master Andrew's outburst, maintaining his composure as he calmly declared, "Two seconds left."The young man whose neck was tightly clasped by Alexander was almost out of breath so he made a sign of surrender.The moment Alexander let him go, he confessed, "I admit, I'm at the lower level of the Warrior Realm. My master made me hide my strength and pretend to be in the Disciple realm so we can win."The entire crowd fell into stunned silence, their collective gasps echoing through the room."What nonsense are you sprouting boy?" Master Andrew said while trying to silence the young man as h
"You little rascal," Master Tobias muttered in disdain as he emerged from the seclusion of his chambers, a scowl etched on his face. With a swift, forceful motion, he launched a punch aimed squarely at Alexander. Remarkably, the sheer kinetic energy from the punch alone sent Alexander hurtling through the air, sparing him the actual impact.Observing this turn of events, Master Tobias couldn't help but let a sly grin form on his lips. "Now, this promises to be quite entertaining," he mused.Winded and disheveled, Alexander staggered backward, his appearance a testament to the intensity of that near-missed punch.Master Tobias, seemingly disinterested in Alexander's condition, shifted his attention to Master Eliza, inquiring about the anniversary celebration at the Floral Academy. In meticulous detail, Master Eliza recounted the entire affair, emphasizing Alexander's instrumental role in enhancing the academy's reputation.Master Tobias pondered for a brief interlude before voicing his
After ascending through the ranks of various martial arts realms, Alexander's relentless pursuit of strength culminated in a chilling act of vengeance. He strode with grim determination into the Greece family's stronghold, a symbol of his long-held resentment, and executed Dustin along with every member loyal to him. His father, for abandoning his mother, received no clemency, no chance to explain but was killed by him directly.Seated upon a throne-like chair in the aftermath, Alexander surveyed the fruits of his ruthless labor. He had attained all he ever desired, yet the cost weighed heavily upon him – his heart had grown cold, rendering family and friendships mere hollow echoes of the past.As he settled into the seat, an unexpected tear broke free from his eyes, tracing a lonely path down his cheek before inadvertently entering his mouth. In that split second, a peculiar transformation occurred. He found himself abruptly transported to an mysterious, dark room. Despite the room
After emerging from the medicinal bath, Alexander found its once-opaque waters now transparent, a sign that he medicinal herbs and elixirs having been depleted during his soak.Master Tobias, greeted him with a hint of reproach. "You caused me some distress, young oneIn response, Alexander wore an apologetic smile and admitted, "I'm truly sorry, Master."David chimed in acknowledging the progress Alexander had made. "I can sense that I can't stand a chance against you anymore. Despite us being within the same realm and sharing a similar mid-level status, your strength has far outmatched mine."Alexander chuckled, downplaying his prowess. "Well, if you were to go all out and also unleash your secret techniques, I'd certainly find myself on the losing end of our bout."***Meanwhile at Rode Island. Isabelle was in a state of deep meditation, her legs gracefully crossed beneath her. After an arduous journey, she had finally achieved a breakthrough, ascending to the ranks of a low level
After the initial hubbub and pleasantries had subsided, Isabelle, Damien, Townsend, and T1 found themselves settling into their seats with tea and biscuits in front of them, ready to engage in an important discussion.Clearing his throat, Townsend broke the silence with an air of admiration in his voice, "I must admit, the Xander Mercenaries have made quite the impression. Ever since your arrival, swiftly dispatching the lower-ranking mercenaries, my attention has been fixated on your group. But it's not just me; many others have taken notice."Isabelle wore a curious frown as she inquired, "Oh, really? What's piqued everyone's interest?"Townsend responded with a contemplative expression, "It's because you've done something quite extraordinary. In the past, most individuals aimed to ascend the ranks by defeating a few lower-ranking mercenaries, then gradually working their way up to the middle ranks. But your team? You've introduced an entirely new dynamic, you subdued the whole lowe
As Isabelle stepped back into the meeting room, her gaze fixated on Townsend for a prolonged moment before she broke the silence with a determined tone, "We will consider your proposal, but I do have one burning question."Townsend's lips curved into a knowing smile as he leaned forward, anticipation in his eyes. "Ask away," he encouraged.She took a deep breath before articulating her curiosity, "Among all the mercenary forces on this island, why did you choose to align with us? We are far from the most elite or powerful, and I'm certain there are others who could easily overshadow us. Perhaps they haven't crossed our path yet or they simply dismiss us as inconsequential."Townsend nodded approvingly, acknowledging the significance of her inquiry. "You've posed an excellent question, Lady Iabelle. My response might not meet your expectations. Are you sure you want to hear it?"With unwavering resolve, Isabelle replied, "Yes, I do and please call me Isabelle."Townsend leaned back in
As Alexander was diligently addressing matters in Spring, and Isabelle was attending to issues in Rhode Island, a momentous event was unfolding in Fairview. Unknown to the public eye, a sleek private jet gracefully descended onto the tarmac of the local airport.Emerging from the aircraft was a distinguished figure, shrouded in an impenetrable veil of secrecy, surrounded by a phalanx of six formidable bodyguards. This level of protection mirrored the fortifications often seen shielding heads of state or several presidents, concealing not only his face but also his true identity.Awaiting his arrival were two opulent Rolls Royce automobiles, standing as a testament to his prestige. The vigilant guards escorted him to one of the vehicles, where they all promptly embarked, and the convoy smoothly departed.Their destination? None other than the residence of the mayor, where undoubtedly significant and clandestine affairs were about to unfold.The upper echelons of Fairview had been quiet