Chapter 2091: Open and Secret Struggle Chapter 2091: Open and Secret Struggle Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation All of this seed to happen in the blink of an eye.
Braydon Neal’s figure instantly appeared before the young man.
A single finger gently touched his forehead, and Braydon spoke softly.
The young man only managed to let out a blurred sound before his entire body shattered into a bloody mist, staining Sam Wolken from head to toe.
After a few seconds, the crowd finally reacted.
“He… He was killed instantly!” “Even I can’t react to such overwhelming power.” “This is really…
a newbie?” Sam stared at Braydon in a daze, unable to speak.
Braydon’s terrifying speed left no room for evasion.
In other words… Braydon could kill him at any mont!
A chill ran down Sam’s spine, and his face turned pale.
“I won,” Braydon declared.
“Does this room belong to now?” He turned to the skinny Iddo Witzel, whose expression imdiately changed.
Braydon’s calm eyes were as deep and unfathomable as an ancient beast’s.
Iddo felt his body stiffen, a surge of danger washing over him.
“Naturally, naturally,” Iddo stamred.
“Only an overwhelming prodigy like yourself deserves this room.” Hearing this, Braydon’s gaze shifted away.
Locke Macadam grinned and said loudly to Braydon, “Lige is truly powerful!
Let’s see how this arrogant lot behaves now, especially that dog Sam.
He couldn’t beat , yet he still resorted to underhanded tricks.” Braydon replied calmly, “I don’t want trouble.
This is the first and last warning.
If there’s a next ti, I’ll kill you, even if you’re an official disciple.” “I don’t care who backs you.
At most, I’ll join them.” Braydon’s words made Sam nod hurriedly.
He understood Braydon’s aning clearly.
If Braydon truly intended to kill him, there was nothing he could do.
After all, Braydon was right.
Even if he killed Sam, the sect likely wouldn’t object.
A dead disciple ant little compared to a prodigy.
Even those backing Sam would likely value Braydon over him.
“Don’t worry, Junior Brother.
I’ll never provoke you again,” Sam said hastily.
“If you face trouble in the future, just use my na.
So of the smaller pests here still recognize .” Sam knew that if Braydon encountered soone he couldn’t handle, there was no way Sam could either.
He decided to offer an olive branch instead.
Not everyone could match Braydon’s monstrous talents or recognize his extraordinary nature.
In the Myriad Demon Sect, countless minor threats lurked around every corner.
Even if Braydon eliminated them, it would be troubleso.
Using Sam’s na could save so effort.
After saying this, Sam’s figure flashed as he left.
The spectators, who had been watching the show, quickly dispersed as well.
“Junior Brother, please.” Everyone began addressing Braydon as “Senior Brother.” After all, Sam was the second-ranked disciple of the Myriad Demon Sect, yet even he had bowed to Braydon.
If soone like Braydon couldn’t make it into the sect’s outer circle, then they might as well all give up.
Braydon nodded and followed Iddo into the pavilion.
On the towering mountain peak, several figures observed Braydon intently.
“This kid isn’t bad, but he lacks so depth.
It’ll be hard for him to achieve greatness.
He’s likely to remain diocre in the long run.
I suppose none of you would want soone like that, so I’ll reluctantly take him.” “I think Junior Brother is right,” another chid in.
“However, the Seventh Peak specializes in secret arts.
I don’t think this kid is particularly bright.
He’d be better off at my First Peak.” “No, no, no,” a third interrupted.
“Our Second Peak suits him better.
If he lacks raw strength, he can learn sothing else, like weapon refinent.” “Bullsh*t!” another person snapped.
“All you old foxes are clearly eyeing his talent but pretending otherwise.
If you’re so reluctant, don’t take him.
Our Sixth Peak will!” A woman’s voice cut through the bickering, silencing the group.
“Isn’t your Sixth Peak exclusive to won?” soone asked.
“So what if he’s a man?” she replied.
“You old n still cling to outdated notions about n and won.
It’s embarrassing.
You bring sha to our sect.” Good heavens.
She was really laying it on thick.
Her tone was so righteous and noble it could almost convince soone she was serious.
Normally, wasn’t she the one preaching about keeping n and won separate?
The entire Sixth Peak had never admitted a single man.
Now, suddenly, she was accusing them of discrimination?
“Ahem, alright, stop arguing,” soone interjected.
“As for this matter, my Eighth Peak won’t participate.
You all can fight over him.
But rember, we’re all fellow disciples and have been friends for centuries.
Let’s not lose sight of that.” “Oh, by the way, Junior Sister,” he added, “there’s a disciple from my Eighth Peak with great talent who isn’t suited to my peak.
Can he join yours?
His na is Draven Quirino, and his potential is impressive.” At this, the group fell silent.
Rumors about the Eighth Peak’s notorious reputation circulated in their minds—its proficiency in assassination, poisoning, and invisibility.
“Slander!” the man protested.
“Our Eighth Peak disciples are warm-hearted and committed to fostering harmony within the sect.” Good grief.
His shalessness knew no bounds.
“What do you all think?” soone asked.
“I agree.” “Eternal obstacles must be removed.” “Where did you get this light novel nonsense?” “Fine.
too.” “According to common sense, I agree as well.” Before anyone could react further, they collectively kicked the Eighth Brother, sending him flying.
“You bunch of old n!” he shouted as he vanished.
The group’s faces flushed red before resuming their argunt.
“He belongs to our Fourth Peak!
It’s the most suitable place for him.” “Bullsh*t!
Our Third Peak has so many adorable pets.
He’d prefer that.
Co to us!” “Oh really?
Since when are scorpions and centipedes considered cute pets?” While the group bickered, a pair of silent eyes watched from the shadows, focused solely on Braydon.
She didn’t speak, but her confidence in her choice seed unshakable.
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