In a moment fraught with tension, Chief's mind was racing. Of all the people he wished would remain hidden, Rita and Fred topped the list. Their presence could turn the already dangerous situation into a catastrophe. The sheer aura of the Mysticwielders in the room was overwhelming, like storm clouds threatening a deluge. If they even got a hint of Fred's connection to the ancient healing arts, the future of South Carlos would become clouded with fearful uncertainty. "Fred, what are you doing here? Did I not tell you to stay away?" Chief's voice echoed with a mix of frustration and desperation. Like a protective elder, he turned to Sagan and Crysan Dion, "Gentlemen, the young man standing before you is my own flesh and blood—he’s my nephew. His intrusion was merely out of concern for my well-being. Please, let him be. Excuse his recklessness." Sagan Dion raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk appearing on his face. "Your nephew, you say?" His words oozed sarcasm, but it was his nex
Time seemed to stand still. As eyes fluttered open, the faces of the onlookers were ghostly white, their expressions etched with dread. The first sight that greeted them was the chilling crimson splatter, stark against the ground, and the horrifying spectacle of a severed arm. Some mournfully shook their heads, the weight of the scene pressing down on them. This, they believed, was the price for underestimating the powerful Mysticwielders. Rita rushed forward, a desperate cry escaping her lips. "Sir, are you...are you..." Her words caught in her throat as she looked at him. There stood Fred, untouched and unblemished, his arms casually resting behind him. His clothes? Not even a crease. "How..." Rita's mind raced, struggling to comprehend. If it was not Fred's arm sprawled on the earth, then whose? A haunting scream resonated throughout the village, casting puzzled looks in its wake. There, to everyone's astonishment, was Cyrsan Dion, who had just vowed to cut off Fred's arm. N
Even bullets, when shot at him, would simply bounce off. So, when confronted with Fred's aggressive move, Sagan chose not to dodge. He met the challenge head-on, his eyes gleaming with malice. His strategy was straightforward. He intended to take on Fred’s attack with his iron-like resilience, hoping to snap Fred's arm as retaliation in the brief moment when Fred was committed to his move. He was terribly wrong. The moment Sagan's body met Fred's palm, terror painted his face. In that split second, he felt the overwhelming force in that palm hitting him. The power was so great compared to his own that he could do nothing but surrender to the inevitable impact, his body yielding to the unrelenting strength. Without even a chance to cry out, Sagan was obliterated, leaving behind just the Goldensilk Cocoon inside him—a relic identical to one Fred had acquired earlier, which was now securely in Fred’s grip. A life taken! A prize claimed! All in a mere heartbeat. Sagan
His master was dead? At the hands of Rita's master? That was impossible! In a heartbeat, Sagan Dion was on his feet, face painted with disbelief. He jabbed a finger toward Rita, his voice rising. "Lies! My master was among the mightiest of our Mysticwielders from South Carlos. His prowess is unmatched, with few in all of Somer who could stand against him." He was speaking the truth. Indeed, his master, junior to the renowned Mystic Kingpin of South Carlos, was of unparalleled strength in their world. There was the infamous Warlord Academy skirmish. Names like Halbert Guerrero, Aeon Garrik, and Carver Troy—notable heads of various martial factions—were rendered powerless before his master. Even formidable figures like Gustav Hansen and Stellar Walker would have faltered in his presence. Being aware of his might, Rita felt a pang of emotion. For all his power, on his maiden journey to the Central Plains, he encountered Fred, the unparalleled master of their era. Talk
Once upon a time, in the world of martial arts in South Carlos, the Mystic Kingpin's word was law. There were few men in South Carlos who dared to defy or disrespect him. The man standing before Sagan Dion, Fred, was no ordinary man, though. He was the stuff of legends, the Revered Great One, unmatched by anyone. Five years ago, when he was not even at his peak and was showcasing his might in Somer, he had already made powerful leaders like the Mystic Kingpin taste defeat. And now... Without emotion, with a mere raise of his hand, Fred's gaze landed on Sagan Dion. "Is that all you have to share?" "I... I..." In that brief moment, terror consumed Sagan Dion. He felt as if he had plummeted straight into hell. Even after invoking the name of the feared Mystic Kingpin of South Carlos, why did Fred remain so unmoved? He was supposed to be scared! Sagan Dion knew he needed to act. Any more hesitation, and he would be crushed under Fred's palm, just like his junior. As s
Gemstra died?Gemstra, the Mystic Kingpin’s junior, died?The Kingpin’s voice was soft but the words felt shockingly loud. The expressions of everyone present changed.The man who asked the question before was especially shocked. He said in disbelief, "How is that possible? The Goldensilk Cocoon in Master Gemstra's body is second only to you, Mystic Kingpin. Master Gemstra’s strength is a rarity in this world! Who could kill him?”The Mysticwielders were named as such because all their strength came from the Goldensilk Cocoon in their bodies! The better the quality of the Goldensilk Cocoon, the more powerful a Mysticwielder would be.Over the years, the subordinates of Mystic Kingpin had been searching for people who could host the Goldensilk Cocoon, in order to breed more powerful Goldensilk Cocoons.With this, Mystic Kingpin could focus on refining the truly mature prototype cocoons. At the same time, his men could place the Goldensilk Cocoons in their bodies to enhance their
Mystic Kingpin was speechless after hearing what the Great Elder said.The Great Elder scoffed indifferently. "That man was a prodigy of his generation and a world conqueror. How powerful is he? Furthermore, you were like a tiny bug before him back then, so it made sense you were afraid of him! But...that was long ago!”"Back then, we were just exploring Mysticwielding on our own. We couldn’t do it without the lord’s guidance! Now, it's completely different. With his guidance, your strength is not what it used to be. You could even go to the next level!”As the Great Elder spoke, a flash of golden light appeared in his hand. A Goldensilk Moth wriggled and fluttered, emitting bursts of breathtaking light."This...this is..."In the palm of the Great Elder Was a Goldensilk Moth refined from the Goldensilk Cocoon. It was something that the Mystic Kingpin had never seen before. The Kingpin was so in awe that he blurted out, "Is that the Complete Prototype?""Correct!"The Great Elde
"Mr. Hoffman, are…are you really going to find the Mystic Kingpin?"The next day at the entrance of Oakfield Village.The old man looked at Fred and Rita who were ready to depart, as well as Sagan Dion with his eyes downcast. He felt worried.Yesterday, he had seen that Fred was far more powerful than he seemed on the surface.However, the old man and the villagers behind him were ordinary people, after all.For ordinary people, there was essentially no difference between the power of low-level Mysticwielders like Sagan Dion and Crysan Dion or Fred. All of them were powerful enough to make normal people like them extremely fearful.The Mystic Kingpin, however, was different!He was a truly legendary figure in South Carlos!Now, Fred wanted to pick a fight with the Mystic Kingpin. To the old man and the others, that seemed nothing less than a suicide mission.Most importantly, from the old man's perspective, Fred just had a run-in with the Mysticwielders and killed Crysan Dion
Marciella walking away did not bode well with the giant snake. Marciella was its food! How could it accept that its food had escaped?Marciella had not moved far yet. She reluctantly looked back at Fred.She did not know how Fred would handle the River God. She could only hope Fred would be okay!When Fred saw that she had left, he geared up, rubbing his palms in glee. He had an eager look on his face, which confused the giant snake.It was the snake’s first time meeting a man like Fred!How strange indeed!At this time!Suddenly, Fred said with hostility etched on his face, "Hey, Big Snake, what are you going to do now?"The snake's attention was entirely focused on him, which seemed off to Fred."What I’m going to do?"The giant snake fixated its eyes on Fred. It felt that it could handle a human like Fred easily.“I’m going to kill you with one bite! How dare you look down on me like this!"The giant snake rushed toward Fred fiercely at a speed so fast that no one could
Fred was annoyed by the giant snake's arrogant tone. Fred squinted his eyes at the snake and asked in confusion, "Why are you making that face?"“Huh?"The giant snake was shocked. He thought that Fred would submit to him, but to his surprise, Fred was not shaken at all.The snake was about to lose his temper.“Dirty snake, haven't I made myself clear enough? I think you are probably sleep-talking if you want me to hand over my people to you..." Fred said impatiently.At this moment…Feeling that it was being ridiculed, the snake said suddenly, "You punk, this is the first time anyone spoke to me this way. What is your name?"“Me?"Fred was stunned subconsciously, not knowing what the snake wanted. Suddenly, he understood.“Did you want to know my name so you can remember me, bow down before me, and become my follower? Sure, I’ll give you that chance!"He was adding fuel to the fire. The giant snake almost spat out blood in anger!"What? You want me to follow an immature bei
Huh!?Putting aside Marciella, even Fred could not hide his shock as a giant snake appeared from under the water!A giant snake!How could it be!?Fred's eyes widened at the sheer size of the snake. "A Giant Snake… Is this the so-called River God?"Moreover, the size was humongous. The snake must be at least ten stories high!What a huge snake!Fred finally understood why he felt a powerful force under the water!There was a sharp glint in the giant snake’s eyes! That was the blinking light from time to time!"Who comes here? Are you from the village? Who do you plan to sacrifice to me this time?" As soon as the giant snake spoke, Fred realized that this was not the first time it had done this.The snake seemed familiar with the ritual process. Obviously, the villagers had witnessed this giant snake before. This was the meeting between the two sides! Fred felt uncomfortable at this. As for the giant snake, it felt bemused when it saw Fred. The snake had never seen Fred befo
Fred was going to risk it all to open this girl's eyes!The force from the punch was extraordinary! As soon as the tree was hit by the seismic fist, it fell immediately and the whole tree split neatly in two!Marciella was dumbfounded!Although she knew how powerful Fred was, to witness his power was a different thing entirely!"Master Fred, your power is insane!"Marciella could not help but applaud.Fred seemed indifferent, as though he had no feeling at all about this."Is it? Why do you think so?"He looked so indifferent.For Ancient Martial Arts, things did not get any simpler than this!"You’re so strong. Anyway, I don’t doubt you anymore..." Marciella sighed, suddenly feeling very sad. "This is the reward of being educated. If we were more knowledgeable, we wouldn’t be so clueless.”"Haha, if you can't solve your issues, your descendants can work harder," Fred said with a wink.Marciella said, "Mr. Fred, I needed to ask you something! What if our luck was changed ju
What Fred said aroused her curiosity."What does it look like when you offer a sacrifice?"Fred knew he could not speak of this matter. Sure enough, Marciella felt a little downcast after Fred said the words. She did not know why Fred would say such a thing. Suddenly, Fred felt bad about it.He coughed and said, "Don't think too much about it... I just want to find a clue. Maybe we could find a solution. Why does it never rain in your village?""Huh?"Marciella's eyes, which were still a little dejected, suddenly realized what was important and asked hurriedly, "Mr. Fred, are you saying that the reason why it never rains in our village is because someone is behind it?"Although Fred was unwilling to admit it, he could not help but nod. "Yes, this is exactly what you thought!""For real?!"Marciella felt hopeful again when she heard this. She said hastily, "The thing you asked about is pretty simple. You can just check out that place!""That place?"Fred turned around to see w
Marciella found herself nodding in agreement with Fred's harsh assessment. "You're spot on," she said. "That woman is nothing but vile!"Seeing Marciella's reaction, a rare smile crossed Fred's face as he nodded back. "Glad you see it my way," he said.What caught Fred off guard was the villagers' reaction. One by one, their faces turned ashen with despair.It seemed to them that nothing could be worse than the predicament they were facing. The absence of the witch spelled doom for the village—it was like their last shred of hope had vanished. They had all put their faith in her to charm the River God into blessing them with rain, which would have brought some peace to their troubled lives. However, now their chances seemed to have dried up just like their fields. Fred stood there, his face a mask of serenity amidst the chaos.In the moments that followed, the village chief was a picture of despair, his only option was to send everyone home while he racked his brain for a backup pl
"What?"Fred did not even have time to blink before the witch suddenly made a move.It was like a bomb went off.Kaboom!Then, she was dead!Fred dusted off his hands, even surprising himself with his lack of tolerance for the witch.Now, though, he had a real headache. He had planned to clear the air with the witch and lay out the past so everyone would know the full picture.He thought that might just turn things around.The situation changed when she vanished, and Fred's plans were completely derailed. Then again, changing the villagers' minds was not going to be a walk in the park anyway. They were pretty set in their ways, thanks to all the stuff they had been fed.As such, just talking it out might not cut it. Heck, it could even mess with history!With the witch out of the equation, Fred figured he might as well try a different tactic. Maybe if he took out the guy in the cloak and worked his own magic to bring some rain, it could save a lot of hassle. The more he thoug
"No way!"The witch bristled with defiance. She could not accept that she was no match for Fred.As she noticed Fred's focus was locked on her, a sly idea popped up in her mind.Before she could act on it, though, she found herself pinned against the wall by Fred in a flash...Her face contorted in disbelief. She was pinned so tightly that she could not even move!The witch was completely overpowered, her heart racing with panic.How could he be so much stronger than her?Fred, on the other hand, seemed unfazed."What's going through your head? You don't seriously think you can take me on, do you?" Fred asked, his voice laced with skepticism.The witch felt utterly trapped, as if at any second, Fred might just finish her off."Look, I messed up, okay? Can we not do this? I'm old, just a pile of brittle bones—I can't take this kind of rough treatment!" the witch pleaded with Fred, trying a new tactic to get through to him.Fred was not falling for it. He looked at her with a
"Heh, I caught on to you a while back, you know. You've been tailing me, and I'm pretty sure you're here for me. Plus, you don't have the look of someone from our village. That means you are an outsider, and I'm your target, right? Listen, man, we don't have any beef with each other, so why are you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong?"The witch had sensed the raw power rolling off Fred, and it was enough to send shivers down her spine!At that moment, she knew that challenging Fred was not going to be a walk in the park! If she had spotted him earlier in the forest, it would not have been good news for her. For starters, she had no clue how many tricks Fred had up his sleeve, and if he took her down, she and her buddy would be toast.However, the witch was not about to let Fred take her out without a fight! She racked her brain and finally settled on one strategy!She would try to sweet-talk him, hoping Fred would fall for her words just like everyone else, and fall into he