As he removed his hand from Drake's forehead, the young man's complexion turned pale , a clear indication of the toll it had taken on him.
Just then,the four senior figures rushed to Hector's side, their presence imposing as they unleashed their energy in a powerful wave. The force of it sent Hector crashing to the ground, blood trickling from his nose, ears, and mouth, a stark reminder of the consequences of His in abulity to recognize that the main trait lie on this individuals .
Hector was acutely aware that he had made a significant mistake, primarily due to his failure to recognize that this competition was nothing more than a cleverly devised trap designed to ensnare him.
As a young cultivator, it was evident that the group anticipated his coming even his participation, knowing full well that the allure of the competition would draw him into the arena. Rather than wasting time trying to uncover his true identity, they opted for this strategic approach, which was proving to be quite effective now.
He recalled the moment he first stepped into the arena; the instant he entered, he felt the piercing gaze of the female senior fixated on him, a reaction that took him by surprise.
However, he chose not to dwell on it. The way the group scrutinized him as he ascended the stage to challenge Drake also filled him with a sense of unease, yet he managed to push those thoughts aside.
His typically nonchalant demeanor after all this things he noticed had led him to this precarious position, with his life hanging in the balance once more.
With a fierce determination shining in his eyes, Hector managed to lift his head and meet the gaze of the group, who were staring at him with an irritating intensity.
"Do you old fools not see this as bullying? How can five of you gang up on just one person? Are you truly that weak that you need to come at me in such numbers to ensure no mistakes are made?" He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "Hmm, it certainly seems that way."
The four seniors bristled with fury at Hector's boldness, but as they observed Jazebel's calm demeanor, they begrudgingly suppressed their anger. What they failed to grasp was that Jazebel understood the game Hector was playing; that was precisely why she remained unfazed by Hector's taunts. She studied the boy intently, her expression revealing nothing as the four seniors awaited her command.
In an instant, one of the seniors who had initially attacked Hector, someone rushed over to were he was standing, sharing a few words that only they understood. After a brief exchange, the young man stepped away from the senior's side ,the old man gaze locking onto one of his colleagues with a sense of urgency.acutely aware of the scrutiny directed at him
. It seemed that the young man was attempting to buy himself some time. I have gathered some information about him; I've heard that his aunt is an exceptionally powerful cultivator, though I am uncertain of her exact level. We cannot afford to take any risks. Additionally, he has aligned himself with one of those organizations, so we must proceed with our plans without any delays.talking to the man as he stare at him in urgent manner.
The man responded, acknowledging the situation. "It appears he is more prepared than I initially thought, but that shouldn't pose a problem for us at this moment." His gaze fixed on a particular direction.
As Azebel observed Hector with keen eyes, she realized that he was scheming something. What could he possibly be planning? The thought intrigued her, even bringing a hint of amusement, yet she was genuinely curious about the role a mere body-strength cultivator could play in a power dynamic as formidable as theirs.
As she noticed the stare from one of the older men, she understood the reason behind his gaze. With a subtle nod of her head, she signaled her agreement, acknowledging the unspoken connection between them.
Without hesitation, the man moved closer to Hector, attempting to sever his spiritual roots by channeling his energy into him while gripping his head. In an instant, Hector unleashed his movement technique, rendering himself invisible to the onlookers. However, the five seniors could still perceive him, as he had yet to fully master the technique.
Despite being aware that they could see him, Hector remained unfazed. He launched an attack at one of the three observers, who had let his guard down.
The strike caught the opponent by surprise, prompting him to harness his own energy to protect himself. Although he knew that allowing the attack to land on him, would result in no harm, the onlookers thaught in line with him but the misjudged the situation. They believed Hector's attacked appeared weak and harmless, but in reality, it was a strong soul attack.
The moment the attack connected, the the old man cried out in excruciating pain, collapsing to his knees before losing consciousness. The crowd was left in shock.
Hector was met with a terrifying gaze from everyone. Jazebel, witnessing the unfolding chaos, summoned her voice to command an attack against him.
Before she could fully articulate her order, Hector launched another strike at one of them. A blue lightning surged from Hector, connecting with its target again, who collapsed to the ground, lifeless, eyes wide open in shock.
Fear rippled through the onlookers, many of them who don't understand how dangerous Hector attack was , begin to questioning how a mere brat, of body strength , could extinguish the lives of such formidable figures with just a single attack.