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A deafening roar erupted as violent energy waves swept in all directions, resembling a catastrophic landslide and tsunami. Ellen's face lit up with a triumphant grin—she was convinced Chase was doomed.Yet Chase remained calm. His expression betrayed neither fear nor anxiety. With a swift motion, he reached out and snatched the wooden staff from its wielder before swinging it powerfully.A sharp metallic resonance echoed through the air. Chase moved with blinding speed, his footsteps as quick as a thunderbolt. He swung the staff in a wide arc.Bodies exploded one after another, blood splattering everywhere. Each victim's skull shattered, painting a horrific scene of carnage.The onlookers drew sharp breaths as their faces pale with terror."No… That's impossible!" Ellen screamed, her voice trembling with disbelief.Chase was like a butcher on a rampage. Alone and wielding just a wooden staff, he had brutally slaughtered three martial arts saints."No, you're a demon!" Jerome shr

As Isaiah's words fell, he suddenly surged forward with his steps accelerating sharply. He threw a devastating punch, his fist glowing with runic markings that amplified its power severalfold. Clearly, Isaiah had employed some kind of secret technique to boost his strength."Hmm?" Chase frowned but remained calm. He raised his palm and met the blow with a steady strike.The moment their attacks collided, Isaiah stumbled back several steps, his face pale and drained of color."How is this possible?" Isaiah gasped in disbelief. "I activated a secret art! My strength now surpasses that of an ordinary martial arts saint. Why can't I defeat him?"It defied logic. Though Isaiah was young and had reached the martial arts saint level, his achievements were not entirely due to raw talent.The Stark family's unique cultivation techniques artificially elevated their martial arts practitioners, requiring all martial arts saints within the family to study their inherited methods. Without these

"Heh, you can try," Chase said with a faint smile, turning to step back into the room.As he crossed the threshold, a sudden crack resounded. Easton had smashed a wooden table with his hand, his expression turning icily cold."Young one, you shouldn't be so arrogant," Easton said with a chilling tone. "At such a young age, you refuse to repent, and you even dare to provoke the authority of the Secret Sect. You're courting death!"His piercing gaze seemed to freeze the air around him as the temperature plummeted. Easton extended his hand, and a gleaming dagger appeared in his grip. It emanated a sharp, chilling aura that locked onto Chase."Your strength isn't bad," Easton sneered. "But compared to the high-tier techniques of the Secret Sect, you're leagues behind!"With a flash of light, Easton darted forward, with the dagger aimed directly at Chase's heart. His confidence was unwavering—he was certain Chase could not evade this strike. The dagger moved so quickly that it reached

Chase did not respond and continued deeper into the Stark estate."Damn it!" Adriel's chest tightened as he growled, "Everyone, stop him!"In an instant, three guards leaped into the air, charging at Chase. Each one was a stage-two martial arts saint, and together, their combined strength could rival that of a stage-six martial arts saint."Die!" The three martial arts saints unleashed a barrage of techniques, their coordinated attacks leaving Chase with no escape route.In the next second, a series of muffled explosions rang out like fireworks. All three guards were sent flying, their bodies crashing to the ground. Blood gushed from their slit throats as their lives were extinguished in a heartbeat."This is impossible!" Adriel's pupils contracted in terror."All of you will die!" Chase said coldly. He raised his hand, and three streaks of sword light howled through the air."No, wait—" Adriel shouted in a panic, but the sharp, unrelenting energy was already upon them.The thr

The old woman cackled ominously. "You're mistaken. This Element-Gathering Formation isn't meant to trap—it's meant to kill!"As her words fell, Chase suddenly felt a surge of killing intent rising from behind him. Whipping around instantly, his pupils contracted sharply as the old woman's withered hand closed in mere inches from his shoulder.At the critical moment, Chase shifted half a step sideways.The skeletal hand swiped through empty air, and the old woman's face twisted in surprise. "Such quick reflexes!" she hissed before launching another strike.A streak of blue lightning crackled from her palm that was coiled with violent energy. It shot toward Chase's neck like a serpent.Chase flicked his fingers, sending a fiery red spark hurtling forward. It collided with the lightning mid-air, exploding into a cascade of fiery embers. Chase moved like a butterfly through a field of flowers, deftly evading the relentless onslaught."Not bad for a remnant of the Collins family," the