Cultivation with a System in the Modern World のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

The arena was alive with roaring cheers, murmurs, and gasps as Danial and Tristan clashed in a fierce display of fire and wind. Their swords collided, sending out sparks and elemental energy in every direction. Tristan’s winds howled like a storm, pushing against Danial’s flames, which danced with wild defiance. Every step, every swing, every dodge—they wove an intricate dance of skill and power.Danial slashed his flaming sword sideways, the blaze trailing like a comet, but Tristan ducked under it with nimble precision. In a flash, he countered, summoning a wind blade that hurtled toward Danial. With a sharp flick of his sword, Danial conjured a fiery barrier, consuming the gale in a burst of heat.The audience was enthralled.“Look at the control Tristan has over his wind! It’s seamless!”“But Danial’s fire is overwhelming—it’s raw power in its purest form!”The battle raged on, but keen observers began to notice a shift. Though the clash seemed even at first, Danial was slowly bein

Crystal dragged Danial through the corridors, her grip firm yet oddly gentle, as if she was leading him somewhere secret and important. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty hallways, and Danial’s mind raced with questions. When they started ascending a spiral staircase, his curiosity finally got the better of him.“Crystal, at least tell me—where are we going?” Danial asked, his voice filled with confusion.Crystal glanced back at him, her lips curling into a rare, almost playful smile. “We’re going to my favorite place.”Danial blinked. Her favorite place? He decided not to press further, though he couldn’t help but feel taken aback. This wasn’t the “Ice Queen of the Capital” he’d heard about—the aloof and intimidating girl known for freezing people in their tracks with a single glare. Right now, she seemed... normal, even warm.They climbed higher until they reached a simple wooden door. Crystal pushed it open with a soft creak and stepped aside, gesturing for him to ent

Danial and Crystal stood firm as Taoist Hao's disciples surrounded them. Taoist Hao, with his ever-present arrogant smile, stepped forward. "I hope you are enjoying yourself, Danial," he said, his tone both polite and condescending.Danial frowned slightly but forced a neutral expression. "I am, Taoist Hao. I wonder, though, what brings you here?"Taoist Hao adjusted his robes as though his presence alone demanded reverence. "Of course, I am here to witness the tournament," he began, pausing dramatically before adding, "but I have another motive."Raising his chin, he continued with exaggerated self-importance. "I have observed your abilities and potential. You are a remarkable talent, one worthy of greater cultivation. Thus, I seek to recruit you into the Temple of Lumina. If you join us, I will personally ensure that you reach the Master level of cultivation within ten years."The tone of his voice, laden with arrogance, grated on Danial's nerves. Taoist Hao didn’t even wait for Dani

The match began with the announcer’s enthusiastic cry. The boy, mustering every ounce of courage, charged toward the cloaked figure with a loud yell. His staff spun with surprising speed as he aimed a decisive strike at his opponent.What happened next stunned the entire stadium.The cloaked figure didn’t move—didn’t even flinch. As the boy’s staff came within inches of his chest, the air around the cloaked figure rippled unnaturally. A black, smoky aura surged outward, halting the staff mid-strike. The boy’s expression twisted in shock as he struggled to push forward, but it was as if an invisible wall held him back.Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd, a mix of awe and unease.Then, with a flick of his wrist, the cloaked figure sent the boy flying backward. The impact was brutal, and the boy tumbled across the stage before coming to a painful halt. Groans of sympathy echoed through the crowd.The cloaked figure took a single step forward, and the temperature in the arena see

Santigo stormed away, one hand pressed against his cheek, his eyes blazing with anger. The sting of the slap wasn’t just physical—it was a burning humiliation that clawed at his pride.“This slap,” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with rage. “This humiliation in public… I will never forget this, and I will never forgive her.”As he stomped through the dimly lit streets, his mind spiraling with revenge, his path was suddenly blocked by a group of shadowy figures. Santigo froze, his bravado momentarily replaced by caution.The tallest of the group stepped forward, his face obscured by a hood. The streetlamp behind him cast his figure in an eerie silhouette. Santigo hesitated, his voice laced with uncertainty. “Who are you? And what do you want from me?”Two of the figures flanking the hooded one stepped closer, revealing themselves as Leo and Diego from Emsgate. Santigo had heard whispers about them—dangerous whispers. He swallowed hard.The hooded figure tilted his hea