)In the streetside cafe, people gathered by the window, holding steaming cups of coffee and gazing dreamily at the rain outside. The sound of rain mingled with the gentle jazz playing inside the cafe,...Chapter 318: Principal Ranchi's Master Enhancement Training

After Xia Ya gradually walked out of the shadows, the originally noisy arena gradually fell silent. [Google Search]

This aura of seductive charm combined with wildness makes one wonder if it's a completely different person.

He should have awakened with the courage of a lion...

If one had to describe the first impression that Xia Ya gives here—

Only the Demon Army's special assassination force, corrupted after being contaminated, can investigate this.

The blood-stained, dark double leather armor hugged his body on the inside, while the outer layer was wide with robe-like sleeves and a scarf-like collar that covered his mouth and chin.

He held a transparent umbrella in his left hand, propped on his shoulder. Several willow-leaf blades appeared from the sleeve of his right hand, resting between his fingers.

For a moment, the only sound in the arena was the sound of swallowing. People seemed to have been awakened by some kind of fear. He seemed to possess something that even the demons in the images that caused the Northern Panic didn't have.

"Xia! "

Lord Levenston rose, supporting himself on the armrests. His bloodshot eyes swept across the arena, which seemed to have its colors reversed, plunged into a silence so profound that only faint murmurs hinted at the passage of time.

But.

That crimson figure, however, seemed to hear none of the calls. Perhaps it heard them but was unable to turn back, or perhaps its heart had long since become as hard as iron, and it only continued walking forward.

Lord Leven Quinton could only stare blankly at Xia's unfamiliar back, as it moved further and further away until he stepped onto the arena.

Under the indelible bloodstains and murderous intent, there is the daring sin. The once pure and brave young man now stands in the murky pool of blood.

Who knows how many people he's killed these days to cultivate such a nearly tangible aura of menace. This wasn't forged through careful training, but by constantly walking the line between life and death, building it up with human lives!

Lord Levenston, a veteran of many campaigns, was well aware of this.

On the ground.

On the other side of the arena, already waiting on the gleaming white marble floor, Lord Dean Bourne raised his gaze slightly before sneering with disdain.

"Hee hee, are you a young lady If you put on a skirt, you might actually look really good."

Dean chuckled with pity.

If intimidation alone was effective, the Protoss Royal Magic Academy should have welcomed Xia long ago. A fallen assassin of the second rank could never stand against a warrior like him, who had undergone proper training.

This is the gap that cannot be bridged between those who are formally trained and those who are not, caused by the accumulation of power and resources within families.

"...."

Xia Ya slowly ascended the stage, a one-character smile playing at the corner of his lips. His pupils seemed to only see a pig waiting to be dissected.

He ignored Dean, waiting with the disciplined stillness of a soldier for the command to begin the carnage.

Dean's eyes also gradually turned cold, clenching his knuckles.

Although this competition stipulated that no harm was to be done to the opponent's life.

But in case things go wrong, Lord Queensborough couldn't do much to him anyway.

Xia Ya isn't considered a member of their Kingston family, his father had already said that even if he took a life, he would help him cover it up.

On the contrary, it's impossible for Xia to take his life. If he were hurt, Baron Bourne wouldn't let Xia off today and would make sure he was safe and sound!

There are tens of seconds left until the start of the game.

A patch of clouds that had just drifted across the arena sky moved with the wind, revealing once again the bright winter sunshine. Light and shadow danced across the faces of the spectators, and their voices and energy returned as well.

They don't know what the change in Xia Ya means, or exactly what it represents.

But perhaps it is this unexpected strengthening direction that has brought more excitement to the competition!

And in the VIP stands high above, Lilias watched silently from her perch, her gaze unwavering from Xia.

From across the distance, Lord Leven Quentinstone glanced in the direction of his daughter and then back to Shaia. For some inexplicable reason, a jolt ran through the nerves at the back of his skull, reminding him of the news from the past two days.

Outside the city-states, numerous Ghost Party strongholds were eradicated in a whirlwind of violence, with their members brutally slaughtered, serving as a chilling warning to others.

Strangely, members of rank four or higher were almost all killed instantly, but those below rank four met a far more gruesome end, so much so that it caused panic within the Ghost Party.

Even because it was too cruel and bloody, several lords in the Snowfield Province did not dare to publish the specific details of this somewhat good news before they figured out the truth, fearing that it would also cause panic among the residents.

Shouldn't... it wouldn't...

Sir Levin Cornstalk mused to himself, the murmur of the crowd filling his ears.

> Legend has it that the most famous magical inheritance of the illustrious Candies family, who once ruled the Empire, was a psychokinesis spell blending human and elven runes. This spell manifested the head of the house's inner image. Xia's inner image was an umbrella. If, as he awakens, it transformed into other weapon forms, that would be his key to victory!

"Yeah, that's how these stories usually go, right Getting fired up! Even if you fall into darkness temporarily, it's all for the sake of gaining new power!"

Under the afternoon sun of winter, the hands on the big clock were gradually nearing the hour.

Although Char's demeanor carries a hint of an inexplicable strangeness, perhaps it is merely a stylistic choice he has made.

After all, as the relatively weaker side, being able to present a more suspenseful and unpredictable playing field for the audience is undoubtedly more appealing.

Ta-da!

As the clock tower's hands point towards the sky, a deep, resonant chime follows.

Every deep and rhythmic thud heralds the impending onset of fierce competition.

Within the echo of this voice, the cheers and anticipation of the spectators in the arena instantly formed a wave of fervent excitement.

When the last bell tolls and fades, the competition begins. Victory and defeat, honor and regret, will all be determined in the time to come!

At this moment, on either side of the center of the arena, Xia Ya Kandis and Dean Bourne looked out, the air thick with an indescribable sense of oppression.

It seemed as if any slight movement could trigger a storm of battle.

"The competition—begins!"

The Grand Master of the Quintus Legion, acting as arbiter, roared, breaking the brief silence. His command sent the battlefield into chaos!

Originally expected to employ a hit-and-run strategy, Char, completely disregarding his role as an assassin, charged in like a famished beast. His every breath seemed to carry the intense yearning for slaughter, with white mist escaping from his lips.

Dean, facing off against him, seemed to hesitate for a moment due to Xia’s proactive approach. But he quickly curled his lips into a smirk. An assassin of a lower rank dared to confront him, a warrior head-on That would save him a lot of trouble.

Then, in a flash, the clang of weapons met in the center of the arena, radiating circles of humming sound waves that made even the spectators far away in the stands shiver. Their hairs stood on end as they stared intently at the battleground with wide eyes. The fight had broken out faster than they expected and was escalating in an instant.

Both sides were driven by some primal force, clashing with each other without giving an inch!

For Dean, it's more like a fight.

But for Xia, it was more like a slaughter.

The visibly weakened Char, both in strength and power, seemed to have lost all sense of pain. A crazed smile played on his lips as he desired to tear flesh from Dien's body. This battle held no fear for him, but was a pure source of enjoyment!

Dean felt a little intimidated. Xia seemed to completely disregard the rules of the competition, wanting to kill him from the very beginning!

Moreover, unlike Dean who harbored a tinge of malicious intent in his killing spree, Xia's murderous aura was far more pure and primal. He stood here, born for war, to fight until death itself claimed him.

"Don't be too arrogant!"

Dean roared in anger, gritting his teeth as he hurled his sword forward once more. The sudden shift in momentum left him feeling humiliated and enraged.

Clearly, it's him who is stronger. If they continue fighting like this, Char will be the one to lose very soon.

This match was bloodier than the audience had imagined. In no time, the pristine white marble floor was quickly stained crimson, becoming mottled and unsightly; it was anything but spectacular, only terrifying.

This vicious, bottom-up fighting style that shows no fear of death, seems to be a manifestation of the Demon Army's intent.

Only those who have experienced the brutal holy war of that year will be left with an unforgettable memory.

> In the legends of the Demon World, there is an old saying... 【Only after crossing the threshold of life and death can one become a true Demon Warrior】...

"I wonder if the elite demon army units in those previous images lacked a certain level of madness..."

Such a sound appeared on the stands.

Even though I don't know why I suddenly remembered the Demon Race at this moment.

But now.

Looking at Xia's figure.

This memory, buried deep in history and bloodlines, is beginning to resurface once more...

There is one more chapter to be finished, it will be a little late.

(The End)

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