Novel Full Chapter 1069 - 1069: No More Returns?!
By the time night fell, the mountain was still roaring with excitement. Gambling houses overflowed, the air thick with shouting odds and crashing coins. People wagered not only wealth but weapons, treasures, even lifetimes of
The anticipation reached the peak and many couldn’t sleep.
The night burned with noise. And as dawn approached, the mountain was already awake—crowds gathering before time, flooding the arena in a frenzy.
Meanwhile…
Sect elders from all over the 7 nations were restless that night. The selection of ranks was already done, and the disciples had dispersed to their quarters, but the storm was only beginning to brew among the higher powers.
The sects must choose a side for future favors. The winner will become a golden Heir and will be a commanding person. Having a favor from Golden Heir is a great opportunity. This is the perfect time.
Almost all disciples were already chosen by sects, except Kent KING!
The top sects and ancient families began digging into Kent King’s past. The boy who had boldly stepped into the light of Rank One was not someone they had anticipated.
For days, they had dismissed him as a lucky insect, one who slipped through Huang Tian’s space tricks by chance. But now—rumors spread, documents unearthed, witnesses bribed, spies dispatched—the truth slowly began to surface.
Inside a lofty pavilion of the Immortal Dark Frost Sect, an elder placed his palm upon a jade mirror, and a shimmering image appeared within the aurora glass screen.
The scene was no ordinary duel—it was Kent King’s brutal confrontation against Lee, the proud son of the Immortal Living Pool Academy.
“Look carefully,” the elder said, his voice grave, as Shui Lan and several young disciples gathered behind him.
The aurora glass flared to life, showing Kent standing tall within a collapsing battlefield, his aura drowning everything in golden arcs of lightning.
Lee’s powerful illusion had shattered like glass under Kent’s wrath, and the arrows released had cut through both spell and body alike.
“What the hell? His actual weapon is a BOW?!!!!” Shui Lan cried out in surprise.
Everyone watched the fight scene by leaning close to the glass mirror.
Lee’s blood sprayed across the screen, and both Kent and Lee collapsed under the storm god’s fury.
“How did Kent do this against an opponent who has two sub-levels of higher cultivation!
“Impossible…” one of Shui Lan’s junior brothers gasped, clutching his chest. “Lee was ranked first among the younger generation of Living Pool. How could he be defeated so brutally?”
The elder’s face darkened. “This Kent is no stray wolf. He carries bloodline power, weapon inheritance, and some forbidden storm method. Look at the way his lightning devours laws. He isn’t imitating space like Huang Tian—he’s suppressing it outright.”
Shui Lan’s fists tightened as he watched. His usually calm face twisted with irritation. His eyes—cold as frozen lakes—sharpened with killing intent. “So… this is the man daring to stand in my light? He hides himself until the crucial round and then leaps like a serpent to strike. He thinks he can steal the glory from me?!”
Another elder sneered. “Shui Lan, you must understand—this boy is dangerous. If you treat him as a mere trickster, you will lose. Even gamblers already sense it. He will not fall like others. You must crush him with absolute dominance.”
“Why is Kent using a sword? Is it all for a show!”
“I think so… that’s why he didn’t use his sword against Huang Tian.”
“What a trickster… I never thought he was an ARCH-MAGUS!”
“The fight won’t be easy for young master Shui Lan!” Another disciple added.
SLAP! Shui Lan struck the disciple across the face. “What if? What if?! You dare sow fear in front of me?!” His eyes glowed with faint silver light, the mark of his sect’s divine frost. “Remember this—there is no man under heaven who can take the number one position from Shui Lan. Even if Kent King bathes in storms, I will freeze his lightning into nothingness.”
The elder raised his palm to calm Shui Lan. “Your anger is valid, but focus it properly. The crowd is fickle—today they cheer for Shui Lan, tomorrow they may shout for Kent. That is the way of the world. But if you destroy him in the arena, in front of the entire Phoenix Range, no one will ever compare you to him again. You will not only be number one… you will be undisputed.”
Shui Lan’s eyes narrowed as the aurora glass dimmed. “Good. Let him come with his heavenly bow. Let him bring thunder and arrogance. In the end, I will leave his body frozen on the stage, so that all of Phoenix Range remembers that Shui Lan is untouchable.”
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Meanwhile, the fight scene of Kent vs Lee spread all over.
News of the Kent’s real weapon and strength spread like wildfire through the range. Copies of the scene were distributed by syndicate informants, and the name Kent King burned brighter by the hour.
Many came back to remove their bets against Kent.
But fatty Ben simply placed a glowing board. “NO MORE RETURNS!”
“Let it be! Shui Lan won’t be easy to defeat.” one disciple cursed angrily as he failed to cancel his bet.
“But Kent broke Lee! Lee! Do you understand? That’s not a small fry. That’s a disciple trained by Immortal Living Pool Academy itself. Shui Lan will bleed!” Another said, who also came forward to cancel the bet.
Fatty Ben, leaning lazily at the counter, grinned ear to ear as the crowd fought among themselves. Coins clattered, slips of jade tokens piled like mountains, and for the first time since Huang Tian’s defeat, the madness of gambling roared back into life.
“Place your bets! Place your bets!” the clerks shouted, almost losing their voices. “Will Shui Lan freeze the lightning dog, or will Kent King bring the storm?”
By nightfall, clouds above the Sky Fire Arena were already packed with floating platforms, spiritual beasts, and clan ships. The air buzzed with anticipation, as though the heavens themselves were waiting for the clash.
“Tomorrow will shake the mountain,” one old cultivator whispered as he watched the lights of the arena flicker. “The victor of Kent King and Shui Lan will decide not only the tournament, but the next generation of Phoenix Range itself.”
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