Chapter 111: Primordial Mountain Lion
The air still trembled from the aftermath of the battle when Alex folded his wings and left.
The shattered battlefield behind him remained silent for several seconds, as though reality itself needed ti to recover from what had just occurred. The ground was fractured in long jagged lines, entire ridges had been flattened, and the lingering shockwaves continued to ripple faintly through the terrain. Dust clouds drifted slowly through the air, illuminated by fading fragnts of energy.
Then the murmurs began.
"He defeated Xylo."
"Rank ten... he defeated rank ten."
"No. That was not defeat. That was domination."
The spectators who had gathered around the battlefield stared in the direction Alex had vanished. None of them spoke loudly. Even the strongest among them felt an unfamiliar pressure settle in their minds. They had all arrived expecting to witness a brutal but predictable clash. Xylo was rank ten. His martial soul was above primordial grade. Even among top ranked geniuses, he was considered extrely dangerous.
Yet Alex had ended the fight with a single controlled strike.
More importantly, he had done it casually.
So of the observers slowly retreated. Others remained where they were, silently reevaluating everything they knew.
One of them exhaled slowly. "We thought he was just a bounty target."
Another replied, "That assumption just died. He has gained sothing invincible from a ruin. What kind of Luck is this. His bounty is going to rise trendously from here on out."
The battlefield that had once been considered a hunting ground suddenly felt dangerous. The prey had turned into sothing far more threatening than the hunters.
News spread quickly.
Participants who had not even witnessed the battle began hearing fragnts of information. Rank ten defeated. Martial soul activated. Single strike. Instant knockout. No visible injury to Alex. No loss of control.
Each retelling made the situation more alarming.
Those who had been preparing to hunt Alex began reconsidering. So quietly removed him from their target list. Others beca more interested instead. But even they no longer viewed him as prey. He had beco a rival.
A problem.
A variable.
Soone who could disrupt the entire ranking structure.
anwhile, far from the battlefield, twelve figures stood together on a high plateau overlooking a broken valley. Their clothing and aura were distinct from the others. They did not belong to the sa universe as most participants.
They belonged to Alex’s universe.
They had been watching from a distance, sensing the fluctuations even before the battle ended. None of them spoke imdiately. The silence between them carried weight. They had all seen powerful geniuses before. They themselves were among the best their universe could produce.
But what they had just witnessed was different.
Jaros was the first to break the silence.
"He is growing too fast."
One of the others crossed his arms. "He was already strong when he entered. But this... this is beyond expectation."
Another spoke slowly. "Xylo used a primordial martial soul. Alex did not even use his full abilities."
They exchanged glances.
The implication was obvious.
Jaros looked toward the distant horizon where Alex had vanished. His expression remained calm, but his eyes carried unmistakable certainty.
"He is soone whose destiny is beyond our imagination."
The others remained quiet.
Jaros continued, "I think he can really bring our universe’s na to the peak."
One by one, they nodded.
They were not easily impressed. Most of them were arrogant by nature. They had grown in environnts where they were treated as prodigies. Yet Alex’s growth trajectory forced them to reconsider their own limits.
If he continued like this, he would not only climb the rankings. He would change the balance between universes.
Far away from them, another battlefield unfolded.
A massive behemoth creature roared as it collapsed. Its body resembled a fusion of wood and flesh, towering dozens of ters tall, with thick armor plating covering its limbs. The ground beneath it cratered as it fell, sending dust outward in heavy waves.
Standing atop its shattered skull was Valerias.
His blade was embedded deep inside the monster’s head. Dark energy still flickered along its edge. He pulled it free calmly, shaking off fragnts of bone and tissue.
The behemoth stopped moving.
Valerias stepped down from the corpse. His expression remained composed. There was no sign of effort in his breathing. To him, the fight had been routine.
A subordinate approached quickly from behind, kneeling slightly.
"Lord Valerias."
Valerias did not turn. "Speak."
"News from the eastern battlefield. The target... Alex... he defeated rank ten."
Valerias paused.
"Xylo?"
"Yes."
"Martial soul?"
"Activated."
Valerias wiped a trace of blood from his cheek with his thumb. His lips curved slightly.
"Is that so?"
There was no concern in his tone. No tension. Only interest.
The subordinate waited.
Valerias looked toward the distant horizon, as though he could already sense Alex’s direction.
"Then increase the bounty. Ten thousand points."
The subordinate stiffened slightly. "Ten thousand... understood. But he has a tresure which can increase speed."
"Then make it 15000 but the treasure will be mine. If anyone dares to take that, I’ll hunt him down my self.
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