Chapter 166
Arthur's Arrival
Arthur rushed toward the competition grounds at his maximum speed, his heart racing ahead of his body.
But the moment he arrived, he abruptly stopped.
The place... had been completely destroyed.
The ground was cracked, the towers were shattered, and destruction covered every corner.
People were fleeing in utter chaos; some were screaming, while others ran without even looking back.
And at the center of this devastation stood Zhuo Fan... alone.
Before him stood:
The Second Prince of the Imperial Gate,
The Fifth Elder of the You Ming Clan,
Elder Li,
And the Poisonous Pill King.
Four giants... facing a single person.
Arthur stood atop a tall tower, silently observing the scene.
But within only a few seconds, his blood began to boil, and a violent fury ignited deep within him.
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When the Second Prince realized that his victory over Zhuo Fan was nothing but an illusion, his expression changed.
He calmly raised his hand and signaled to Elder Li before pointing toward Chu Qingcheng.
But the signal... was not directed at her.
It was aimed at the little girl standing at the side, watching the battle with eyes filled with fear.
Elder Li immediately understood.
'Damn it...
If this order hadn't come from the Imperial Gate, I would never have listened to something this despicable...
He wants me to use an innocent child as bait?'
Over the past three days, the Second Prince had investigated everything he could find regarding:
Astaroth,
Song,
Zhuo Fan,
And Arthur.
And the one thing they all had in common...
Was a little girl named Meng Fu.
It turned out she was not their blood sister, but Astaroth cared deeply for her and had entrusted her to Chu Qingcheng's care.
Taking advantage of everyone's focus on the battle, Elder Li moved with swift and hidden steps toward Meng Fu.
Within moments, she was in his hands.
He reappeared on the battlefield, gripping the little girl by the neck.
"Stop, Zhuo Fan... or I'll kill her!"
he shouted sharply.
Tears streamed endlessly from Meng Fu's eyes,
and her small body trembled in terror.
At his shout, everyone froze, and all eyes turned toward Zhuo Fan.
But...
Zhuo Fan smiled.
A calm, dark smile...
Then he burst into loud, cunning laughter.
"Kill her."
"W-What?!"
"Do you think you can threaten me... the Demon Zhuo Fan?"
"You fool, she's not my sister, nor does she mean anything to me... I don't even know her name."
"Then... whose sister is she?!"
"She's Astaroth's sister."
"Astaroth?! Who's that?!"
"Oh... right. Astaroth is the fake name. His real name is Arthur."
A suffocating shock swept across the battlefield.
Zhuo Fan continued with a cold smile, his eyes sweeping across the faces one by one.
"You all think I'm a demon, don't you? Kill her... and you'll witness the real demon."
Then he looked directly at the Fifth Elder of the You Ming Clan.
"Do you know who planned the death of your Seventh Elder?"
"?!"
"It was Arthur. He did all of that... simply because the Seventh Elder tried to marry his little sister."
Then his voice dropped almost to a whisper.
"So tell me... what do you think he'll do if he arrives and finds his other little sister dead?"
Elder Li's entire body shuddered.
The images of the Seventh Elder's death and his horrific torture flooded his mind.
Silence descended.
A heavy, terrifying silence.
Then...
In a fraction of a second—
A horrifying aura of death erupted and engulfed the entire battlefield.
A suffocating, screaming aura, as though it had emerged from the depths of hell itself.
"Remove your filthy hand from her... now."
Arthur appeared.
Moving at an invisible speed, he stood before Elder Li.
His gaze was calm...
Yet more dangerous than any madness.
Before anyone could react—
Meng Fu slipped from Elder Li's grasp.
Arthur caught her effortlessly and stood beside Zhuo Fan.
"You bastard... were you really planning to let them kill her?"
"Of course not."
Zhuo Fan smiled slyly.
"I was only stalling to recover my strength... but you arrived sooner."
"You damned bastard."
Arthur smiled calmly while Meng Fu clung tightly to his neck.
"Arthur..."
"Yes?"
"What did you do to him?"
Zhuo Fan pointed toward Elder Li, who was still standing motionless.
Arthur turned and looked at him.
"Oh... I didn't expect him to remain standing for this long."
"?!"
Arthur stepped forward calmly and lightly tapped Elder Li's forehead.
With that touch...
His body split into two halves and collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Everyone froze.
As if time itself had stopped.
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A few moments earlier...
"Path of Wind."
Arthur activated the technique, and wind wrapped itself around his legs.
During his training inside the cave, a single thought had occurred to him:
Why don't I merge the Path of Wind with my body?
My legs for movement... and my hands for attack.
He trained until he mastered it.
His speed increased to an absurd level.
And with body refinement and Zhuo Fan's technique...
His movement had become almost indistinguishable from disappearance itself.
He moved, appeared before Elder Li, and wrapped wind around his hand.
One strike...
And Elder Li's body was split from head to toe.
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Now...
"Well..."
Arthur spoke in a low, exceedingly calm voice.
"It seems you've all exhausted my dear brother."
He handed Meng Fu to Zhuo Fan.
"So why don't we play the next round... with me?"
Arthur vanished from his spot.
The Second Prince reacted immediately—
But a horrifying pain exploded through his neck.
He looked down...
Then his eyes closed forever.
Arthur had severed his neck in an instant.
Then...
He turned toward the others.
The moment Arthur moved from his position, the Fifth Elder of the You Ming Clan collapsed dead, his headless body staining the cracked ground with blood.
With his fall, only one person remained on the battlefield...
The Poisonous Pill King.
At that moment, Zhuo Fan's voice thundered loudly.
"Arthur! Don't kill him!"
Arthur stopped immediately.
His hand had already risen, yet there was no hesitation in his eyes—only absolute calm.
The Poisonous Pill King slowly turned toward Zhuo Fan, his blood running cold.
Before he could utter a single word—
Arthur appeared before him out of nowhere.
"Very well."
He spoke in a low voice devoid of emotion.
Arthur stepped back, then extended his hand and gently took little Meng from Zhuo Fan's arms, holding her carefully as though nothing around him mattered.
Meanwhile, Zhuo Fan stepped forward with unsettling calm.
He raised his palm, now covered in a dark crimson hue, a sinister energy pulsing violently within it.
A single moment—
And everything was over.
Yan Song fell to the ground lifeless.
No scream.
No resistance.
Arthur showed no particular interest in who died or how they died.
To him...
The outcome had been decided from the very beginning.
He calmly waved his hand and began collecting the corpses one by one from the battlefield, as though they were nothing more than spoils.
And when the battlefield was finally cleared of bodies,
Zhuo Fan moved without mercy and slaughtered all of the Second Prince's guards who charged toward him in desperation.
A broad smile spread across Zhuo Fan's face, as though he had obtained a priceless treasure.
He gathered the guards' corpses and stored them all inside the Black Thunder Ring.
Then he picked up Yan Song's body
and shot into the sky at tremendous speed, leaving the area.
The effects of the pills he had consumed were gradually fading.
His body trembled, and his breathing became unstable...
But he did not stop.
Arthur watched him from afar and smiled calmly.
He lowered his gaze toward little Meng in his arms and held her more gently.
Then he looked up at Chu Qingcheng.
His gaze was disappointed...
Silent...
Heavy.
He had entrusted his little sister to her.
And yet, she had failed to protect her.
Arthur let out a deep sigh without saying a word.
Then he moved and followed after Zhuo Fan.
But at that moment...
He stopped.
Arthur noticed a group of people pursuing Zhuo Fan from a distance, moving cautiously as though waiting for an opportunity.
A faint smile of interest appeared on his lips.
"Hmm..."
He slowed his pace and moved forward slowly,
watching in silence, waiting to see...
What they would do.
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