Chapter 129


    Marak was flung from the manor, barely managing to control his descent enough tond without too


    much embarrassment. Yet his clothes were torn, and his skin split and bruised, battered to a pitiful


    state, his wounds grievous. In a frenzy, he roared with the ferocity of a beast, his body emanating


    waves of energy so intense that the very ground beneath his feet shattered, and the surrounding


    rocks were torn asunder. Boulders and stones from all directions converged before him, forming a


    solid wall of earth.


    vin was like a streak of lightning, darting forward with unstoppable force.


    "Shadow! Sabre!" With a thunderous shout in his heart and a fiery glint in his eyes, vin charged,


    swinging his fists with all his might. He didn''t wait for the earthen wall to settle; he collided with it


    head-on.


    Boom!


    The wall copsed, the deafening crash reverberating so loudly that nearly half the city felt the


    ground tremble beneath them.


    "What?! What power is this?" Marak''s face twisted with shock.


    From amidst the rubble and dust, vin charged, his fist swinging down like a hammer. Marak''s


    head snapped back, and he was sent flying, crashing into a towering old tree more than ten meters


    away. The impact was so great that the tree, surrounded by a flower bed, nearly toppled over, its


    ancient roots bursting out from the soil in a cloud of dust.


    Ond, Roald, and others followed outside just in time to witness this explosive scene, all taken


    aback. Other guards hurried over and also saw Marak being smashed away.


    Dazed, Marak slumped at the base of the old tree, struggling to regain his senses.


    vin stood before him. "Are you going to apologize?"


    With great effort, Marak lifted his eyes, a fierce glint in them as he tried to strike again, but vin


    seized him by the throat and hoisted him high. "Apologize or not?!"


    "Stop!" Ond and the others rushed forward.


    Cedrick and hispanions stepped in first. "Time to apologize."


    "What in the world is going on here?!" Several Organization Elders arrived, scolding furiously. The


    sh of Eight Orders hadn''t even begun, and already there was chaos. What a disgrace!


    "Apologize!" vin held Marak aloft, his fingers digging into his thick neck like iron tongs.


    "I... I apologize... to Cobalt Strike..." Marak managed to gasp out the words.


    "Louder!" vin''s voice rose sharply.


    "I apologize for insulting Cobalt Strike." No sooner had Marak spoken than vin flung him aside,


    watching him tumble and roll over ten meters uponnding.


    With that promation, the newly arrived Protégés and Elders of various Organizations grasped the


    situation. The Earthbound Spirits had insulted and enraged a Protégé of Cobalt Strike. But the sight


    was strange to behold; Cobalt Strike harbored such a fiery Protégé, bold enough to pummel


    someone from the Earthbound Spirits!


    "What has happened here?" Elder Marthew, representing Cobalt Strike, stepped forward.


    "I was merely sparring with Marak," vin said, a light smile on his face, his youthful countenance


    seemingly harmless.


    "I''m fine!" Marak waved off the assistance of his fellow Protégés, forcing himself to stand. Defeat


    was defeat; there were no excuses. This was The sh of Eight Orders, where genius scions


    gathered; seeking excuses would only invite mockery.


    "Sparring is eptable, but be mindful of your strength. vin, you went too far. You''ll be confined


    for one day," Elder Marthew said sternly, offering a semnce of reparation to the Earthbound


    Spirits.


    "vin? I''ve never heard of such a figure in Cobalt Strike," murmured Elders and Protégés, who


    had gathered to watch in the nearby gardens. Brawls weremon at every championship, but


    such a vicious beatdown was rare. It was even rarer to see the Earthbound Spirits'' ''beast'' so


    thoroughly bested.


    As vin passed the Earthbound Spirits'' ranks, he dered, "If I dare toe here, I have the right


    to be here. Don''t look down on me!"


    He was unapologetic and utterly unrestrained. Whether it was dominance or provocation, he had


    come to make a name for himself—to ensure everyone recognized and acknowledged him.


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    "Youngster, don''t get cocky. We will be watching you at this championship! Mark my words!" Ond


    and hispanions frowned. They represented the Earthbound Spirits, so to suffer such a beating


    even before the championship began was not only their personal embarrassment but also a


    disgrace to their faction.