February 2024

“Isn’t that the case?” Ruby asked, tilting her head in confusion. “Sacred Wrym Summit has been around for years without getting involved in martial world matters. “Now, they’re suddenly organizing the Combat Tournament. There must be a hidden reason,” Miles explained. Organizing talent recruitment to bring honor to the nation might have been fitting for

Dustin glanced at Dalen. No matter how gorgeous Dalen was, Dustin couldn’t imagine himself liking another guy. Dalen coughed uncomfortably as he sipped his drink, his face contorted in discomfort. He grinned wryly and remarked, “Ms. Wesley, I can’t tell if you’re praising me or teasing me with that remark.” “It’s a compliment! Your gorgeous

After a few drinks, everyone loosened up and started chatting. Dalen asked, “Ms. Wesley, I’ve heard you’re the Sword Union disciples. Are you here for the Combat Tournament at the Sacred Wrym Summit?” Crystal nodded. “Yes, that’s right.” She was reserved and not much of a talker. Ruby, the lively one, chimed in with a smile.

“W-What!” Dalen’s words surprised the few people standing there. It took them a moment to process the unexpected revelation. Miles, who had been expressing his feelings, stood still with an awkward smile. His eyes widened, hands hovering in confusion. How could that happen? Could it be that his daring rescue mission, intended for a damsel,

Every time Crystal swung her sword, it left a bleeding gash on the bearded- burly man. Within moments, he had been stabbed over a dozen times, left without any means of defense. Despite his strength, she outclassed him entirely in skill. The spectators were amazed and impressed as her advanced swordsmanship shone brightly. “Ah!” the

“Ah!” Miles clenched his teeth and growled, veins popping on his face. He tried hard to push the machete away from his shoulder by pressing both hands against his sword. Despite his efforts, the machete stayed in place, and the pressure on it kept growing. This unyielding force was so powerful that it caused his

Seeing Miles sprang into action, two burly men jumped out from behind the bearded-burly man. They brandished their machetes, which carried a distinct scent of blood and an intangible air, a result of years of bloodshed. They called this practice “nurturing the weapon” in the martial world. Sadly, the machetes wielded by these burly men

At times, appearing beautiful might draw unwanted notice. Despite being a man, Dalen possessed a face more enchanting than some women. At that moment, he was confronted by a gang of burly men making unwanted advances. Amid the commotion, Dustin opted to pay no mind to the situation and casually enjoyed his drink. “Hey, beauty.

In a deep and meaningful way, Dustin shared. “I didn’t think you knew so much. Honestly, you seem as impressive as Caleb.” Dalen’s deep knowledge of the Sacred Wyrm Summit set him apart from the ordinary. Smiling humbly, Dalen responded, ” You’re giving me too much credit. I’m just someone who likes to stay informed