Chapter 305: New Weapon

The heavy silence that followed the catastrophic blast hung over the Cloud-Mist Pavilion like an absolute physical weight. The thick, dark-purple shadow smoke from the five hundred Homing Shadow Talismans slowly began to part, revealing a scene of utter, unprecedented devastation across the granite training yard.

Twelve elite 10th-Class Grand Disciple wizards from the Vance clan lay completely broken and unconscious in the dirt. Their primary meridian junctions were thoroughly shattered by the absolute kinetic force of Tony's tracking arrows, and their high-tier crimson staves lay scattered in splintered pieces across the rubble. Their supreme, arrogant blood war had been systematically slaughtered and brought to an absolute stop in less than three seconds.

Tony Clark stood calmly at the top of the stone steps, his standard lazy posture perfectly intact. His dark hunting cloak billowed softly in the residual cold wind of the inner peak, entirely unbothered by the trail of blood and shattered arrays before him. Beside his heavy leather boots, the massive Crimson Shadow Griffin sat with fluid grace, letting out a deep, satisfied purr of pure relaxation. Its dark-purple galaxy eyes blinked with a serene light, its dual-soul bond perfectly synchronizing its thoughts with Tony's villainous intent.

Tony casually tucked his hands into the pockets of his cloak, his dark eyes locking onto the solitary, trembling figure of Julie Faith. She stood completely frozen near the shattered remnants of the pavilion's stone archway, her face entirely devoid of color. An intense, suffocating terror gripped her heart as she stared at the absolute graveyard of her family's final hope.

Tony shifted his analytical gaze across the smoking crater where the core fire and lightning matrices had violently detonated. Suddenly, a sharp, metallic glimmer caught his attention, buried deep beneath a pile of shattered volcanic rock. He activated his Truth Eye to its absolute maximum capacity, his vision instantly piercing through the heavy debris to perceive the internal energy flow of the hidden object.

Embedded right beneath the fractured foundation of the courtyard was a magnificent, ancient weapon—a heavy, dark-gold bow that radiated a thick, chilling wave of natural spatial void and shadow-attribute laws. It mirrored his griffin's secondary soul with absolute perfection.

Tony walked down the stone stairs with slow, deliberate steps, his boots making a clear clicking sound on the white marble floor. He approached the massive pile of debris without any rush, casually kicking a three-ton boulder away with the full force of his hardened muscles. He reached his hand deep into the gray dust and tightly gripped the sleek, iron-like riser of the buried weapon.

The moment his fingers closed around the frame, a brilliant pulse of silver-violet magical aura violently erupted from the rubble, illuminating every dark corner of the inner peak. The ancient bow automatically synchronized with his peak Elder Disciple magus foundation, its runes humming beautifully.

The weapon was a true masterpiece of ancient, high-tier craftsmanship, forged entirely from the unyielding spinal bone of a prehistoric void beast. The sleek, curved limbs of the bow were wrapped in dense, crackling layers of natural wind and shadow runes that hummed with a deep, liquid power, while the bowstring itself was spun from the pure, ethereal silk of a heavenly void spider.

It was a weapon built strictly for a master archer who could manipulate the absolute laws of space, likely sealed beneath the pavilion's foundation by a grand ancestor of the previous era, waiting for a worthy successor to unlock its lethal authority.

"An exceptionally magnificent find," Tony muttered smoothly to himself, a slow, villainous grin curling the corners of his lips as he lifted the heavy dragon-bone bow into the air with complete ease.

He was entirely unbothered by the thick layer of ash coating his fingers. He could feel the weapon's internal energy pathways vibrating in perfect harmony with his Invisible Shadow Shot, making his tracking capacity feel twice as deadly.

He casually slung his new prize over his shoulder and returned his gaze to the pale, hyper-ventilating Julie Faith, locking onto her with a sharp, predatory intensity that made her entire blood run cold.

"Your little assassination squad didn't just fail to scratch my flesh, Julie," Tony sneered coldly, his deep baritone voice carrying a chilling, razor-sharp edge that completely crushed her remaining composure. "They successfully cleared the path for me to claim my true inheritance."

He took a slow step forward, his tall frame casting a massive, intimidating shadow over her rigid posture as he gestured carelessly toward the ruined, bloody courtyard. "You family of low-born clowns have officially run out of moves on my grand chessboard. You sent your aging dogs to my doorstep to play a dirty script, and now you will personally pay the absolute tax for your insolence."

Tony pulled a dark parchment scroll from his inner robes—the Absolute Soul Servant Contract he had procured from the system—and tossed it directly before her trembling feet. "Kneel down right now, press your fresh blood onto my contract immediately, or I will have my griffin grind your entire lineage into absolute sand before the sun sets today."

Julie's breath caught painfully in her throat at his words, her proud inner-disciple spirit completely crumbling into dust. She looked at the cold, unyielding certainty in his dark eyes and knew with absolute terror that he was not making an empty bluff. With a trembling, weeping hand, she bit her index finger, drawing a sharp drop of crimson blood, and violently pressed her thumb onto the dark parchment.

The moment her blood touched the surface, the absolute soul contract violently flashed with a blinding purple light, dissolving into a wave of light particles that shot straight into her forehead. An unbreakable, divine master-slave seal anchored deep within her soul signature. Julie dropped heavily onto her knees against the hard granite floor, her head lowering in absolute, permanent submission to her new master. Her violet eyes lost their past arrogant, noble light entirely, replaced by a serene, completely brainwashed devotion.

"Master Tony," Julie whispered softly, her body entirely still. Her silky voice was completely stripped of its former royal pride. "Your humble servant awaits your absolute commands."

Tony looked down at her completely subdued form on the stone, a slow, triumphant grin spreading across his face as the first grand stage of his ultimate revenge was perfectly fulfilled. Suddenly, the space directly above the Cloud-Mist Pavilion violently rippled, and a majestic wave of blazing heat pressure descended from the clouds. ℯℯ𝘭.

The Academy Grand Elder and Lady Selena Faith personally materialized from the air, their magnificent robes fluttering wildly as they descended onto the training yard with rapid, urgent steps. They had rushed to the peak the moment the grand arrays shook, fully expecting to see Tony being overwhelmed by an invasion. Instead, they stepped straight into an absolute graveyard of elite wizards.

The exact moment their boots touched the floor, they completely froze, their ancient faces turning entirely stark white in absolute, jaw-dropping shock. Selena dropped her wooden sketchboard onto the hard granite, the heavy board hitting the floor with a loud, hollow thud as her mouth opened slightly, her brilliant merchant mind entering total chaos.

Beside her, the Grand Elder stood completely paralyzed in mid-air, his wise eyes widening to the size of saucers in sheer disbelief as he stared at the twelve permanently crippled 10th-Class wizards, and then at the proud First Lady of the Faith Family kneeling like a common maid at Tony's boots.

"This... this is completely insane!" the Grand Elder shrieked loudly, his voice shaking violently with an absolute, unyielding awe. "Twelve inner-peak grand disciples... systematically slaughtered and broken in a single exchange without a single scratch on your pavilion?! Tony, what kind of terrifying art did you deploy?!"

Selena Faith frantically rubbed her eyes to clear her vision, a deep wave of fanatical awe washing over her beautiful features as she looked at Tony's lazy, unbothered smirk. "You didn't just plunder their subterranean treasury yesterday, Tony Clark... you have completely destroyed the entire elite vanguard of the clan! The entire campus will fall into a state of total panic the moment this news leaks out!"

Tony casually rolled his shoulders, his lazy smirk fully intact as he adjusted the folds of his dark hunting cloak with complete calm. He pointed his lean finger directly toward the distant eastern horizon, where the towering spires of the central city gates loomed in the distance.

"The small games of the academy are officially finished, Master, Lady Selena," Tony said, his deep voice carrying an incredibly dangerous, casual arrogance. "The Faith Family sent their death squads to my doorstep twice, and it is time for me to collect the absolute tax for their insolence. Julie, get up right now and lead the way to your ancestral hall. Tonight, we are launching our final, absolute march against their gates, and we will erase their proud lineage from this continent forever."

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