Chapter 5: Merciless Blade, Four Seats in Shock

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"You… get down here!" Those few icy words hit the ear, and the atmosphere on the grounds tightened again. Benson Santee had not been satisfied with beating Zander Santee. He had turned his spearpoint on the Santee family's young lord… Luca Santee. Luca's gaze turned viciously cold. He clenched both fists, killing intent flaring in his chest. "You filthy little bastard. You think you're worthy of challenging me?" "Not worthy?" Benson's lips curled with open contempt, his arrogance sharp enough to cut. "Or are you… too scared?" The crowd below stared, suspicion and disbelief rippling through them. Was this really the former number one genius of Moon City? Three years ago, he had lost the Heavenly Phoenix Blood. Yet today, that old brilliance returned as if it had never left. Luca was completely provoked. "What kind of delusional nonsense are you spouting? Get up here… and fight! But let's make one thing clear. Life and death will be left to fate!" This was supposed to be Luca's moment of triumph. How could he allow Benson to grind his pride into the dirt? Seeing where this was headed, the others on the stage hurriedly backed off and cleared the space. Rosalyn Santee watched the scene unfold and knew there would be no peaceful ending today. A faint, dark glint flashed through her eyes. When the others stepped down, she slipped to the edge of the stage. "Take this. Hold on to it…" Turning her body slightly, Rosalyn quietly pressed a pill into Luca's palm. Luca frowned. "What is it?" "A Beast Power Pill. After you take it, you can unleash double your strength. Keep it, just in case." With that, Rosalyn walked away as if nothing had happened. Luca sneered to himself. With his Body Refinement Realm seventh-layer strength, dealing with Benson was supposed to be effortless. Yes, Benson had beaten Zander, but he was no match for Luca. Still, with the Beast Power Pill in hand, Luca's confidence swelled even further. He fixed his eyes on Benson as he stepped onto the stage, murder already taking root in his heart. "I swear it. Today, you won't walk out of the Santee family gates…" His eyes reddened. In the next breath, Luca drew a crescent blade that gleamed with a vicious edge. "Clang!" With the curved saber in hand, Luca surged forward like a running wolf. The technique he unleashed was the Santee family's high-grade martial art, Wolf Form Blade Technique. "Die!" "Wolf Runs a Thousand Miles!" Whoosh! Luca moved terrifyingly fast, closing the distance in an instant. He did not realize Benson had long since mastered Wolf Form Blade Technique. As Luca's saber chopped down, Benson shifted his body to the side and casually slipped past the heavy strike. Then Benson flicked his left hand upward, snapping it precisely into Luca's wrist. Tap! A numb shock ran up Luca's arm. His fingers loosened, and the curved saber flew from his grasp. What? The crowd jolted in disbelief again. In a single exchange, Benson had stripped Luca of his weapon. That was a Body Refinement Realm seventh-layer fighter! What they did not understand was that while Benson's realm was lower than Luca's, the toughness of his body and the sheer amount of spiritual energy inside him far exceeded what a sixth layer should have possessed. As the saber spun through the air, Benson pivoted on his heel and caught it first, stealing the weapon cleanly. "Ferocious Wolf Returns to the Den!" Using the momentum of his turn, Benson slashed the curved blade across Luca's body. Hiss! Crimson blood sprayed along the edge. A long, fresh gash opened across Luca's chest. The crowd below went pale with shock. Calvin Santee's eyes bulged. "How does he know Wolf Form Blade Technique?" Only the Santee family's upper-line descendants had the right to cultivate Wolf Form Blade Technique. Benson should never have been able to touch it. Onstage, Luca's rage detonated. "You dog. You dare wound me…" "Barking because you're useless." Benson's voice dripped with ridicule. He pressed in, the curved saber in his hand turning into a swift, brutal wolf as he launched a relentless assault. Without a word, Rosalyn drew her own sword and hurled it onto the stage. "Verdant Sword… catch!" Tap! Luca snatched it in a panic. The blade slid free with a flash of cold light. Rosalyn's weapon was actually a low-grade Spiritual Weapon. Luca used the sword as a saber, forcing Wolf Form Blade Technique through it. Blade and sword collided again and again, sparks bursting like scattered fireflies. The longer the crowd watched, the more their hearts clenched. The more they watched, the less they understood. Luca was Body Refinement Realm seventh layer. With the Spiritual Weapon Verdant Sword boosting him, his combat power should have doubled at the very least. Yet after several consecutive attacks, he still could not suppress Benson. More than that, Benson's Wolf Form Blade Technique was even smoother and more ingenious than Luca's. "I didn't think a dead dog like you could still jump around," Luca taunted as he attacked. Benson's eyes stayed dark and calm, not the slightest bit flustered. "Next time you want me dead, remember to bring someone who's actually worth a damn." Luca's pupils tightened. He understood at once. Benson meant George Santee. "What did you do to George Santee and the others?" "What do you think, Young Lord?" Benson rotated the saber. The curved blade spun under his palm as he slipped it toward Luca's abdomen. "Wolf Fang Rips!" Hiss! The sharp tip tore across Luca's belly, drawing another line of blood. Even with a Spiritual Weapon in hand, Luca remained half a step behind. He could not withstand Benson's pressure. "Damn it…" Luca's eyes burned like they were spitting fire. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you! A dog cast out of the family can't stir up any real waves…" With that, Luca flipped his hand and produced the Beast Power Pill Rosalyn had given him. He swallowed it in one gulp. In an instant, a savage beastly aura surged from his body. His pupils constricted. Bloodshot veins webbed across the whites of his eyes, and his expression turned feral. His strength climbed two or three times over in a heartbeat. The crowd stirred, unsettled. Luca had been driven to desperation. "Die!" "Fury Slash!" His aura exploded outward. Luca leapt high, both hands gripping the sword as he cleaved down at Benson. Benson's gaze turned frost-cold. At this moment, Luca's combat power had nearly reached Body Refinement Realm eighth layer. Benson had only stepped into the sixth layer a few days ago. The gap was still there. But just then, a thought flickered through Benson's mind, and the Spirit Pearl on his body activated. Whoosh! In the blink of an eye, a violent tide of blood energy erupted from him as well. His robes snapped and billowed. Black hair whipped into the air. Benson looked like a demonic god wreathed in surging crimson. The Spirit Pearl had been formed from the rage of the Empress Slayer, sealed on the second floor of the Apex Tower. It could multiply combat power several times over, even dozens of times over. Benson, equally rampaging, gripped the saber with both hands and lunged up to meet Luca head-on. "Fury Slash!" Awoo! On the stage, an eerie wolf howl echoed through the churning blood energy. Benson and Luca crashed together like rival wolf kings fighting for dominance. Saber and sword smashed into each other again. Boom! A heavy blast thundered out. A thick shockwave burst across the stage. Luca's arm jolted, and the Verdant Sword flew from his hands once more. Rumble! The sight stunned everyone. How was that possible? Even Rosalyn froze. Luca had taken the Beast Power Pill, yet he still could not overpower Benson? Just how far beyond his limits was Benson's strength? Clink! The Verdant Sword spun as it fell onto the stage. Luca staggered backward, his blood and qi roiling violently inside him. At that same moment, Benson landed and sprang forward again. "Is that all you've got, Young Lord of the Santee family?" The crowd's nerves snapped tight. Luca did not even have time to react before a black shadow appeared in front of him. Calvin roared, "Stop!" Rosalyn shouted coldly, "Don't you dare!" Benson did not hesitate for a heartbeat. He raised the blade high and brought it down on Luca. Luca tried to retreat, but he was a step too slow. The icy edge cut diagonally across his right shoulder… A clear, ringing blade-cry shivered through every eardrum. Crimson blood burst into the air. Luca's right shoulder was severed in a single diagonal chop.

Chapter 5: Merciless Blade, Four Seats in Shock

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