Two individuals were firmly positioned on the bed, their expressions a mix of determination and tension. "Drake, we've been here for two days now. Why are you so reluctant to meet your family?" Sofia inquired, her voice laced with curiosity. "We're staying at an inn at your home town ; why not just go to your family house?"
Drake, maintaining his composure, replied, "You know how I prefer to operate whenever we're on a mission, Sofia. I like to keep things professional. We will visit them, but only after I have secured what is rightfully mine."
With a playful smirk, Sofia touched his bare chest, teasingly asking, "What exactly do you mean? Are you referring to that brat head? Hahaha! You seriously want to visit that pool?"
Drake stared at her, astonished by her audacity. "Are you genuinely asking me that? You know what that would do to my cultivation level. We need to focus on improving our cultivation with every opportunity that comes our way this is rare opportunity we can't bear to loss, Sofia. There's no room for failure in this mission. The brat we're searching for has arrived in the town; we just need to uncover his identity. After wasting my time to this extent, I intend to make him pay dearly for it," he stated, his tone turning cruel and resolute.
Hahahaha, laughing out loud. That is what I saw in you that made me agree to accept you. You know what you want, and you can do anything to have it. Also, you are not scared to go after it. Hmm, so the brat has arrived. How did you know? I thought both of us were consumed by our intimacy.asking curiously.
I was observant and checking. You know how I take every mission very seriously, even though I'm in a means of pleasure.
But firstly, we need to go to the town training ground. I heard there is something going on there.
Hmm, that is alright; we should be careful. Blesseds have started flooding into your town, remember.
Both of them dressed up.
At the town's training ground, a crowd had gathered, their voices rising in a cacophony of disbelief and excitement as they witnessed two individuals engaged in a fierce battle, exchanging powerful moves in the fighting arena. Suddenly, with a resounding thud, one man collapsed to the ground, lifeless. A maniacal laugh erupted from the victor, echoing through the air, "Who else dares to challenge me?"
The onlookers stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide as they absorbed the brutal display of dominance. This man had effortlessly defeated all his opponents, instilling a palpable fear among the spectators. Those who had contemplated stepping into the arena began to reconsider their intentions. Despite the allure of glory and the tempting stakes, they were not foolish enough to risk their lives in such a reckless manner.
"With no challengers in sight, it seems the people of Nicolas Town appeared utterly pathetic".state by the young man.
"Have you truly vanquished all the powerhouses?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "I thought I had heard whispers of rare talents emerging in this town recently. Where are they? Have they all perished before my might?"
Spitting contemptuously on the ground,
he continued, "What a pathetic town . You should be downgrade to tier one status, not tier two. This place does not deserve such a rank, for you have not earned it.
Looking towards group of seniors sitting nearby, with their eyes fixed on the arena . The young man address them respectfully "It seems I'm the winner. Can I have my reward?" he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance and respect. Yet, they remained silent, their lack of response only fueling his bravado. Clearly, it seems the seniors still expected the townspeople to prove themselves, he laughed mockingly.
Anger simmered among the crowd; many cursed him silently, while others clenched their fists in frustration, eager to challenge and eliminate the young man for his audacity and ways he is mocking their town . but they lacked confidence in their own abilities.
As Drake arrive with Sofia and saw
As the young man on stage is ruthlessly dispatching his opponents, Drake moved toward someone he recognized. The moment the man spotted Drake, surprise and joy lit up his face. "Young master, you're back!" he exclaimed.
"Aziza, what's going on here?" Knowing Drake's straightforward nature, he wasted no time. "Young master, earlier today, there were rumors of a competition at the training ground
, an event open to all members of the younger generation. The stakes are high: the victor, who can successfully defeat their opponents and prove their strength as the strongest among the young generations , will be rewarded with the coveted soul enhancement water and a jar of the legendary eternal grace vintage wine.
Drake's eyes widened in disbelief. "What! Are you serious? They are offering such rare items just for winning a mere competition?"
"Indeed, young master," came his reply. "That is precisely why everyone is eager to participate. However, the atmosphere shifted dramatically when this young man stepped onto the fighting stage." He gestured toward the man dominating the platform. "He has ruthlessly taken the lives of his opponents, instilling fear in the hearts of many. No one is willing to gamble their life against such brutality."
Drake observed the young man on stage, who was loudly boasting about his prowess and mocking the town people. A smirk crept across Drake's face, though he chose to remain silent.
Drake looked up once more, pondering the intentions of those who organized the competition. Did they truly permit the intake of life? "Yes, young master, they stated that anyone can employ any means to secure victory."
Drake's mind was racing, questioning whether these individuals had ulterior motives or if they were merely after the brat, whose booty is hanging on his head by his organization.
Then a thought struck him:
"What about them?"
Aziza knowing of the individuals his young master referred to. "Young master, they haven't shown themselves; I've heard they are all engaged in secluded cultivation."
"Ah, intriguing," Drake mused. "If those witches are present, this brat won't have the audacity to utter all these nonsense." Despite his confusion over why a group would so freely distribute such a rare gift without hidden motives, the thought of what was at stake ignited a spark of greed within him. "Eternal grace, vintage indeed.
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Eternal Grace Vintage: An ethereal wine that transcends time and space, this elixir is said to infuse the soul with timeless wisdom, eternal peace, and a sense of divine grace that guides the drinker on their spiritual quest
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