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Tristan, witnessing the brutal fate that befell his son, Ss, was at a loss for words.
He hadn’t anticipated that his momentary dy in stopping his son would lead to such a disastrous
oue.
But aside from the heartache, he was helpless.
Even if Gilmore had acted against Ss, if he desired Tristan’s life, it would be as easy as flipping
his hand.
Consequently, Tristan could only watch the unfolding events, utterly powerless.
“Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me?” At that moment, Gilmore, standing atop the
stairs, scanned the hundreds of Star Gate martialists and disciples below him and posed the
question.
Though his voice was soft, it sent chills down the spines of every Star Gate disciple and martialist.
They had just witnessed the gruesome fate that befell Ss.
And if that wasn’t a testament enough, one only had to look at their severely injured leader Tristan,
and the battered presbyters on the stage.
Everyone knew that the masked figure was responsible for all of it.
Couldn’t they discern how formidable this masked man truly was?
Moreover, when Tristan himself expressed his willingness to relinquish his leadership position, it
was evident that he wasn’t too attached to it. So why would these disciples and martialists risk their
necks?
Hence, when Gilmore threw out the challenge, the hundreds of martialists and disciples present
remained silent, heads bowed. No one wanted to be the next martyr.
Witnessing this, a bitter chill ran down Tristan’s spine. After serving as the leader for over a decade,
it pained him to realize that in the end, not a single soul would stand by his side, through life and
death.
Tristan felt his tenure as the leader had been a dismal failure.
Consumed by overwhelming disappointment, he felt no lingering attachment to his former title.
Addressing the crowd of martialists and disciples, he dered, “Since none of the disciples and
martialists here have any objections, then, from this moment forward, this… distinguished martialist
shall be the new leader of Star Gate.”
He initially intended to announce Gilmore’s name but realized he still didn’t know it, hence referring
to him as “distinguished martialist.”
As the words left his lips, Phoenix and Steve, both supported by others due to their injuries,
exchanged a quick nce,
In unison, harnessing every ounce of strength, theymanded, “All disciples and martialists of Sir
Gate, pay your
new leader!” respects and bow to your
“Bow!
With the presbyters‘ loud exmation, every disciple and martialist on the square knelt before
Gilmore.
Even the injured Phoenix and Steve struggled to kneel before him with assistance
“Prostrate the two presbyters solemnly ordered again.
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In response, all the disciples and martialists touched their foreheads to the ground in deep
reverence.
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To Tristan’s surprise, Steve and Phoenix immediately facilitated the ritual of recognizing the new
leader without waiting for
him.
He was painfully reminded of the transitory nature of loyalty as he had just relinquished his position,
the two presbyters were already eager to ingratiate themselves with their new leader.
Despite the sting of their actions, Tristan too, aided by others, prostrated before Gilmore.
Afterpleting their gesture of allegiance, everyoney prone on the ground, full of reverence, not
daring to move a
muscle.
Gilmore spoke, “Everyone, rise!”
“Thank you, leader?” The voices of the martialists on the za, along with Tristan and the two
presbyters, echoed to the heavens.
Only then did they stand up.
Gilmore addressed them all, “Now that I am your new leader, let me introduce myself.
“You don’t need to know my real name, just know that my alias is ‘ck Eagle‘
“As your new leader, I promise to shield Star Gate from any form of humiliation or insult by other
sects.
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Furthermore, I will ensure that Star Cate flourishes, bing renowned throughout Eldoria, and
that each of you grows in strength, fame, and wealth.”
Almost immediately, all the disciples and martialist in the za pped their hands.
An immediate and deafening apuse erupted.
The disciples and martialists cheered, particrly buoyed by Gilmore’s vow to enhance their
individual prowess, prestige, and prosperity.
Such a promise felt more tangible to them than abstract pledges of glory and legacy.
Many had joined Star Gate with the hopes of acquiring martial arts, fame, and fortune.
Gilmore’s words struck a chord, securing the allegiance of all present.
“I’ve said my piece, Gilmore continued, the crowd hanging onto every word. “If no one has anything
else to add, you may disperse. And remember, tonight, everyone gets an extra meal, and a bonus
as a token from your new leader. Consider it a wee gift.
The za erupted in jubtion.
Shouts of “Long live Leader ck Eagle!” and “ck Eagle is so generous!” filled the air,
If Gilmore’s initial promise had captivated their hearts, the offer of a hearty meal and bonus had
undoubtedly won their
stomachs and wallets.
In that moment, the new leader, ck Eagle, secured his ce in the hearts of all the Star Gate
martialists.
They chatted animatedly,ughing and jesting as they dispersed
Yet, amidst the celebratory atmosphere, the unconscious and severely injured Ssy forgotten
on the za. No one approached or spared him a nce.
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Many cast disdainful and contemptuous looks his way, recalling the times when Ss, relying on
his status as the heir to the sect’s leadership, acted high and mighty.
While Ss had enjoyed unting his power and position at Star Gate, he bullied many disciples
who felt too intimidated to speak up against him.
Seeing him now, incapacitated and vulnerable, many disciples felt that this was poetic justice for his
past actions.
Soon, the za was empty of the disciples and martialists, except for a few elite Star Gate
members who patiently waited on the tform, awaiting further orders from their new leader.
At that moment, the second presbyter, Phoenix, addressed Gilmore, “ck Eagle, even though
Tristan has relinquished his leadership, he still needs to be strictly punished for his previous affronts
to you
“Moreover, the Treasure Map in his possession must be handed over to you. And to ensure the
map’s secret remains within Star Gate, I suggest imprisoning him in the stone chamber within the
mountain cave behind us, never to leave Star Gate.”
Tristan had never imagined that his former subordinate would turn against him so decisively.
He internally seethed with resentment.
Yet, he recognized the shift in power dynamics. If he continued to see himself as the leader, he’d
likely meet a swifter end.
Thus, he dutifully pulled the Treasure Map from his pocket, offering it to Gilmore with a formal
gesture, “ck Eagle, now that you’re the leader of Star Gate, this Treasure Map should rightly be
under your control.”
Tristan thought about the fact that he had only recently acquired the Treasure Map from Denton and
hadn’t had a chance to examine it thoroughly.
To give it up so soon stung deeply.
However, in the present circumstances, he realized that holding onto the Treasure Map would not
only fail to bring him good fortune but could also lead to his demise.
Better to hand it over,
Gilmore and, in doing so, potentially spare his own life.
Yet, as Tristan hoped this gesture might mollify the tensions, Phoenix pressed on. “Tristan, now that
you’re no longer the leader, aren’t you also going to hand over the martial arts secret manuals that
have been passed down through generations of Star Cate leaders?”
Tristan’s fist clenched inside his sleeve, his emotions roiling
After a brief struggle with his pride, he slowly rxed his grip and said, “ck Eagle, Phoenix is
right. I do possess Star Gate’s martial arts secret manuals, handed down from leader to leader.
They are also yours now…
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