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When Mason delivered his punch, he felt as if his formidable iron fist had collided with a steel plate half a meter thick. He had been confident that even against such a formidable barrier, he could create a dent with a single blow. Yet, upon striking Leander, he found that his efforts had amounted to nothing. The impact only sent a shockwave of recoil surging back at him, leaving his blood racing and his arm tingling with a dull numbness.

As he lifted his head, Mason’s gaze locked onto Leander’s deep, star–like eyes. In that fleeting moment, a wave of dread washed over him. Leander’s stare felt eerily similar to that of a person gazing upon a corpse.

Mason was the second–in–command of the Tarlyn Guild, a position of great power beneath the clan leader. Having advanced to the threshold of half–sovereign just six months prior, he was widely regarded as invincible in the realm beneath that pinnacle. He had not held back with that punch; he had poured all his strength into it. Yet, to his horror, he had failed to even graze Leander, let alone force him to step back. How could he not be gripped by fear at such an alarming outcome?

The crowd below stood in stunned silence. Matthew, who had confidently predicted that Leander would meet his end in this very moment, was now frozen in place, his lips trembling as he muttered in disbelief. “Gathering Vitality into a Barrier. It is Gathering Vitality into a Barrier!”

He appeared as though he had witnessed the most extraordinary spectacle imaginable. His expression reflected sheer terror, and his eyes remained glued to Leander, unable to divert his

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Matthew could see a faint blue energy wall shimmering where Mason’s fist had met Leander. It was this energy barrier that rendered Mason’s punch utterly ineffective as if it had simply vanished into thin air.

“Grandfather, what are you talking about? What do you mean by ‘Gathering Vitality into a Barrier?” Cheryl asked, her shock apparent but tempered by a desire for clarity.

Matthew swallowed hard, disbelief etched across his face. His voice trembled as he explained, “Gathering Vitality into a Barrier is a hallmark of the Martial Sovereign. When inner energy reaches a transformative state, one can project their internal force outward, forming an energy barrier capable of blocking attacks. Even a bullet from a handgun would be powerless against it!”

Cheryl’s delicate face turned pale at his words. “The hallmark of a Martial Sovereign?” she repeated, her mind racing to comprehend the implications.

She could scarcely believe her ears. Since childhood, Cheryl had heard her grandfather recount countless legends of Martial Sovereigns, figures who stood at the very pinnacle of the martial

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world. They were revered like The Four Extremes, mythical beings akin to dragons in the clouds, towering above the ordinary and gazing down upon the world.

Yet now, before her very eyes, Leander was displaying a technique unique to those sovereigns- Gathering Vitality into a Barrier. Could it be that Leander, this young man, was truly one of the few who stood at the apex of martial arts?

Outside the Mount Lurvale platform, figures like Frankie and the other warriors from Northridge had expected Mason’s punch to severely injure Leander. Yet, the course of events had defied all expectations. Leander remained completely unscathed, while Mason’s expression darkened with shock and fear. The disparity in their strength was undeniable.

The Northridge warriors erupted into cheers, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders. In stark contrast, Tommy, a powerful figure from Southridge, looked bewildered and dismayed. The Tarlyn Guild, known for its dominance throughout the province, had an exceptionally strong second–in–command. How could such a figure fail to defeat what appeared to be just a boy?

Reuben, too, remained in a daze, unable to comprehend what had unfolded.

Back on the Mount Lurvale platform, Mason stumbled back, fear twisting his face after his failed attack. The energy barrier that surrounded Leander could only be wielded by a true Martial Sovereign, signaling that the young man before him had indeed reached the summit of martial prowess.

A seventeen- or eighteen–year–old Martial Sovereign?

The thought left Mason utterly bewildered.

Leander, with an air of indifference, lightly brushed his chest, as though he were sweeping away dust. His tone was calm, almost dismissive. “You didn’t even come close. However, I’ve heard that the most formidable techniques of the Tarlyn Guild involve poison and hidden weapons. I’d like to see them for myself.”

He added, “I’ll grant you the chance to strike.”

With that, Leander placed his hands behind his back, standing perfectly still, an open invitation for Mason to attack. A wave of disbelief rippled through the crowd. Mason, the second–in- command of the Tarlyn Guild, was a man who commanded deep respect throughout Mornwick. No one had ever dared to look down on him like this. Yet here was a seventeen- or eighteen–year–old youth, openly taunting him in front of so many martial artists from across the province. It was a humiliation beyond compare.

“Jeff, I refuse to believe that you’re truly a Martial Sovereign!” Mason roared, his fury now overwhelming his fear. His aura surged once again, this time even stronger than before.

“If it’s my guild’s hidden weapons you want, then I’ll oblige!”

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His eyes gleamed with malice as he produced three slender, pointed darts between his fingers.

“Are those… the Tarlyn Guild’s Bone Devouring Dragon Spikes?” someone in the crowd whispered, recognizing the lethal weapons.

Many in the audience recoiled in horror. The Bone Devouring Dragon Spikes were notorious for their deadly effectiveness. A single strike could cause grievous injury, but even a mere scratch from one of these darts was enough to release the clan’s secret poison, a venom that would slowly ravage a person’s body from the inside out, causing excruciating pain.

With a sharp flick of his wrist, Mason hurled the three Bone Devouring Dragon Spikes toward Leander, the deadly projectiles cutting through the air with terrifying speed.

The Bone–Devouring Dragon Spikes were an extraordinary concealed weapon, infamous for their deadly precision. When infused with Mason’s immense internal energy, their destructive force became even more terrifying, rivaling the speed of a flying arrow.

In the blink of an eye, the spikes streaked toward Leander’s face.

As they neared, Leander finally moved. He didn’t shift his stance but raised his palm ever so slightly, gliding it smoothly across his face.

In that instant, Mason’s face froze in disbelief. Around them, the spectators stood stunned, their mouths hanging open, utterly speechless.

The spikes, caught effortlessly between Leander’s fingers, gleamed in the light. He opened his hand, letting them drop to the ground with a soft chime.

The Tarlyn Guild’s most prized weapons, launched in unison, had been neutralized in a single, fluid motion.

“Tarlyn Guild’s concealed weapons… nothing special,” Leander remarked, shaking his head softly, his expression calm, untouched by any hint of emotion.

The crowd remained in a state of awe, their shock palpable. Leander took a step forward, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes.

“You gave it your all, but unfortunately, you still can’t lay a finger on me.”

He shook his head once more before stepping forward again, his foot slamming down heavily onto the platform.

A thunderous boom echoed through the mountains.

Mount Lurvale trembled as if struck by a colossal force. Martial artists in the front rows felt a surge of air rush over them, forcing them to stumble back.

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The vast platform, spanning dozens of yards, cracked immediately under Leander’s stomp Energy surged from within, sending shards of stone flying into the sky. The entire structure, as strong as tempered glass, crumbled to dust in an instant.

Mason, caught in the chaos, was thrown back, blood spilling from his mouth, his face drained of all color.

“Is this.. human?”

Matthew, Kevin. Adam, and the other martial arts masters could only stare, their hearts pounding with disbelief.

Earlier, when Kevin and Adam had sparred on the stage, they had left only a few marks and cracks on the platform’s surface.

But Leander had shattered the stone stage from the inside out. It was like comparing the heavens to the earth.

No one doubted it anymore–this young man, barely seventeen or eighteen, was truly a Martial Sovereign.

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