Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cultivation with a System in the Modern World: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Danial hurried out of the hall, finally coming to a stop just outside its entrance. He leaned against the stone wall and exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the near confrontation with Master Howland lift from his shoulders. As the cool breeze from the academy grounds swept over him, he glanced down at his hands, lost in thought. The memories of the Realm of Broken Stars flickered in his mind, and his fingers twitched reflexively as he recalled the sword drawing technique he had practiced there.“All those years in the Realm… It was real,” he mused, flexing his fingers. “But would I be able to replicate that Sword Drawing technique here?” The thought gnawed at him. “I couldn't use internal energy while performing the technique there, but I could when I was recovering. What would happen if I used it now?”His curiosity burned stronger than ever. He needed to test the technique. Without hesitation, he made his way to one of the training halls reserved for swordsmanship and other physi

With a sharp cry, Sara swung her saber downward, unleashing a massive golden arc of energy that roared toward Danial, splitting the air like a comet blazing through the sky. The platform trembled under the force, and the watching students could only stare in awe at the spectacle of raw power. The golden arc, now a radiant force of destruction, sliced through the air, closing in on Danial with terrifying speed.Danial’s expression hardened, but he remained motionless, waiting. His eyes, fierce and focused, calculated every second, every inch, measuring his moment to act.Buzz.His sword trembled violently as he swung upward with incredible precision. The blade cut the air with such ferocity that it seemed to slice through the atmosphere itself, creating a vacuum behind it. The force of his upward swing crashed into the golden arc, and for a single, blinding moment, there was silence.Then—BOOM.An explosion rang out, loud and violent. The golden arc was split cleanly down the middle, i

Danial struggled to his feet, his body still trembling from the energy he had unleashed, but he accepted Elysia’s steadying hand. He released the shattered remnants of the sword from his grip, letting it clatter to the ground with a dull, hollow sound.Just then, Sara approached, her face creased with worry. “Danial, why were you so frustrated? It was like… like you weren’t satisfied with anything you’d done. The power you showed is beyond impressive—no one at your cultivation level even comes close.” She searched his face for an answer.Danial laughed, but there was no joy in it, only bitterness. He stayed silent, but his frustration was plain. In the realm of Broken Stars, he’d trained relentlessly, pouring his heart into mastering the Sword Drawing Technique. He had thought that training would yield a powerful, undeniable result here. But reality was a harsh teacher; the power he summoned was flawed, lacking control. It stung more deeply than he’d anticipated.Elysia watched him cl

The day of the tournament had arrived, and Phoenix Academy buzzed with an energy unlike anything before. People poured in from every region of Somerland—high-ranking officials, esteemed warriors, wealthy merchants, and curious civilians—all here to witness the beginning of what was promised to be an unforgettable competition. The academy grounds were fortified with unparalleled security, displaying the gravity of the event. Convoys of military jeeps circled the perimeter, and officers patrolled every corner, ensuring only authorized guests set foot inside.Hmmmm!Security was unmatched; the air practically hummed with a sense of strict order. Military jeeps lined the pathways leading to the academy, each vehicle filled with alert soldiers scanning the area with hawk-like vigilance. Hundreds of officers patrolled with intensity, eyes sharp for any sign of disturbance. It was clear that for an event of this magnitude, nothing was left to chance. This wasn’t merely a tournament—it was a

The stadium brimmed with spectators, a sea of faces filling every row, eager to witness what was already shaping up to be a historical tournament. Representatives from each of the Greatest Families took their places, cloaked in their family crests and colors, their seats symbolically positioned in the prestigious middle tiers of the stadium. Noble houses, foreign dignitaries, government officials, and even civilians who had secured tickets filled every available seat, from the grandstands to the highest tiers. The air buzzed with anticipation, every whisper, cheer, and murmur echoing through the vast, arched ceilings.Suddenly, a deep rumble reverberated through the streets, drawing everyone’s attention toward the entrance. Journalists and photographers scrambled toward the gates, cameras poised to capture the unfolding scene. What they saw was a spectacle of military precision—a convoy of rugged military jeeps followed by an army of soldiers marching in perfect formation, each step l