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Sofia, what are your thoughts? he inquired, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hahaha, what do you expect me to say? Go and fetch that for us!"
As the young man was busy ranting arrogantly . he suddenly sensed an impending attack. In a desperate attempt to dodge, he was caught off guard and sent flying through the air. "You arrogant, pathetic brat! How dare you insult the good people of my beloved town?
It was astonishing to witness such confidence from someone merely at the middle stage of core formation "
The crowd gasped in disbelief, murmuring among themselves about the identity of the individual who had just attack the young man who had been such a nuisance. As Drake stepped into the arena, the atmosphere shifted dramatically; the crowd erupted in cheers, chanting his name in unison.
Women who admired him fervently added to the fervor, their voices rising with passion. Some even boldly declared their desire for him to father their children, while others offered to abandon their partners for a chance to be with him.
In a world where power and talent serve as the defining traits of influential men and women, Drake born with a rare talent for cultivation , stands in among this individuals. As he gazes upon the crowd, their voices rising in fervent praise, a satisfied smile spreads across his face, and he nods in acknowledgment of their admiration. Addressing the people of Nicolas Town, he declares, "Do not worry, for I am here to bring justice to my brothers and sisters whose lives have been taken by this wretched brat." His words resonate deeply, igniting a wave of excitement among the crowd, who erupt once more in a chorus of his name, their enthusiasm become unwavering
Rising from the ground, he cast a glance at Drake, who was basking in the cheers of the crowd. A wave of laughter bubbled up within him, and he couldn't help but chuckle heartily. The crowd fell silent, captivated by his infectious laughter, their expressions a mix of confusion and curiosity. Many wondered what could possibly be so amusing, while some speculated whether he had lost his senses, unable to comprehend the source of his mirth.
As he strode toward Hector, he remarked, "It seems that even those in the early stages of core formation have become rather oblivious these days, unable to distinguish between Earth and Heaven. This town is more pathetic than I had anticipated."
Those who had overlooked Drake's cultivation level were taken aback upon realizing he was indeed in the early stage of core formation.
Drake, unfazed and wearing a confident smile, regarded him with a hint of amusement. "Brat, I have no time for idle chatter. Come, show me what a middle-stage core formation cultivator is truly capable of,
And remember this: holding back will be your gravest error, one that you will regret even in your next life.
With that challenge ringing in his ears, he charged fiercely towards Drake, unleashing the sword he had kept sheathed throughout his previous battles.
"You want me to go all out, brat? Here I come!" he declared, his sword slicing through the air with remarkable speed, aimed precisely at where Drake had been standing just moments before. But Drake, quick as a flash, evaded the strike effortlessly.
Realizing his initial attack had missed, he pressed forward, launching another ferocious assault. Drake found himself on the defensive, skillfully dodging and parrying the relentless blows. However, as the battle progressed, he began to recognize a troubling truth: if he continued to play this defensive game, the likelihood of his defeat would only increase.
His strategy had been to let his opponent strike first, allowing him to assess the fighting style that had brought him this far. Now, it was time for Drake to showcase his own prowess and reveal what he was truly made of.The tide of battle was about to shift which the young man was not aware.
Being pleased with how events were unfolding, but he was taken aback by Drake's sudden attack . "Oh, I thought you were too foolish; it seems I underestimated you,"
Drake taunted. Rather than responding verbally, he let his swords do the talking. With a swift motion, he drew a second sword and launched an intense barrage of attacks. The onlookers were left in awe as they witnessed Drake wielding two swords with remarkable skill.
Being a sword user requires exceptional talent, but to be a dual sword user is to command a level of respect and fear among peers that few can match. These individuals are truly extraordinary. As the young man observed Drake brandishing his second sword, he felt a surge of astonishment, yet he remained undaunted. He understood that merely being a dual sword user did not guarantee survival in this arena.
Undeterred by the challenge, Drake continued his relentless assault, attacking with ferocity and determination, pouring every ounce of his strength into the fight. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the battle unfolded, each clash of swords echoing the stakes at hand.
Sofia's gaze was locked onto Drake, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. It seemed that the moment she had been anticipating is finally coming. "It appears the time has come," she remarked, momentarily diverting her attention from the stage to fixate on someone in the distance. As their eyes met, a shiver of fear coursed through her soul, prompting her to quickly look away. Who is this person ? She muttered in fear .
After a fierce exchange of blows that lasted several minutes, the young man landed a powerful strike on Drake, sending him staggering backward and causing blood to spill from his mouth. Wiping the crimson liquid away, Drake turned his gaze toward the young man, who was grinning triumphantly at him.
"It is time for me to pass judgment on you, young man," he declared, a smirk etched across his face. "Take pride in your impending demise, for you have compelled me to end your life in this manner. I have not employed such measures against anyone else."
With a swift motion, he pointed a finger at the young man. "I curse you to perish immediately!" he proclaimed, and as he uttered those words, dark lightning surged from his fingertips, striking toward the young man.
In an instant, the young man began to shrink, his life force visibly draining away as if it were being siphoned from him. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and the gravity of the moment hung heavily in the air.
Confused and fearful, he looked up at Drake, his voice trembling as he shouted, "What have you done to me?" Drake merely smiled, a sinister glint in his eyes. "You are not worthy of knowing what has transpired, young man. Just die with pride in your heart." His laughter echoed with malevolence.
The young man's eyes widened in horror, his mouth agape as he felt life drain from him, his body collapsing to the floor like a lifeless skeleton. A wave of terror swept over the onlookers; instead of erupting in cheers for Drake's victory, an eerie silence enveloped the scene.
The five seniors who had orchestrated the competition for the first time exchanged glances, their expressions shifting dramatically.One of them, an elderly man with a white beard, looked on in astonishment, his voice trembling as he asked, "Who is that boy?" The question hung on air.