Chapter 148


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    The Earthbound Spirits Commander''s furrowed brow slowly rxed, as he turned to the Cobalt


    Strike Commander beside him. "Commander Kashann, is vin really a servant of your Cobalt


    Strike?"


    Commander Kashann chuckled and said nothing, as he had been asked countless times before. He


    was also stunned by vin''s performance and somewhat understood why vin was fighting so


    desperately.


    "Since he''s a servant, he''s not important, right? How about you let me have him?" As the


    Earthbound Spirits Commander spoke, the other Commanders were taken aback. Was this an


    expression of valuing talent?


    "He was a servant, but not anymore," replied Commander Kashann with a light smile. This wasn''t


    untrue; ording to his agreement with vin, if vin won a battle, his servitude would be


    waived. So today''s vin was no longer a servant of Cobalt Strike.


    "For what reason did vin be a servant?" inquired the Bloodlore Commander, seemingly


    intrigued as well.


    "An ident," Commander Kashann did not wish to borate.


    Not only were the Commanders intrigued, but protégés also sensed something amiss. Either vin


    was aplete madman, or something serious was at y.


    "Why is vin serving as a servant?" a protégé from the Hidden Essence approached the Cobalt


    Strike group.


    "Is it any of your concern?" Roald and hispanions met the question with cold stares.


    "Just asking, what''s the harm in speaking?"


    "Indeed, there is no harm in speaking." Cedrick, clutching his iron de, looked out over the fierce


    battlefield of the arena. "vin was once a young lord of his own town. Eight years ago, an ident


    befell them, and Cobalt Strikeid waste to his entire town. His parents'' fate is unknown, two


    hundred thousand people were enved in the mines, and he was captured and made to serve


    Cobalt Strike."


    "What?" The protégé from the Hidden Essence couldn''t believe his ears. Did vin have a grudge


    against Cobalt Strike?


    "vin sold himself to Mollen Commerce for a chance topete in The sh of Eight Orders.


    You contend for ranks; he''s fighting for his life, to save his kin."


    "Cedrick! You''ve gone too far!" Roald sternly cautioned. Such words were ambiguous and could be


    grossly misunderstood if spread abroad. “You''re a protégé of Cobalt Strike. Why would you


    incriminate your own Organization?”


    Realization dawned, and there was indeed a scandal brewing. The protégé from the Hidden


    Essence smirked and quietly withdrew.


    Before long, the tale of vin''s vendetta against Cobalt Strike spread among the protégés,


    reaching the ears of those in the stands. As Cedrick''s words were passed around, they became


    twisted, even turning into tales of Cobalt Strike massacring vin''s entire town.


    The Commanders, with their strong power and acute mindfulness, naturally heard the murmurs


    below. Commander Kashann''s expression was grim. Who was spreading these distorted facts?


    At that moment, the tide of the battle in the arena shifted dramatically. vin cast aside his great


    axe and drove back Nelsor, unleashing a tempestuous assault on Ziros. Dark energy swirled around


    his arms, his killing intent chillingly sharp. He bombarded Ziros with relentless blows, pressing him


    back to the very edge of the arena.


    "Sky Shattering Cry!" Ziros, desperate,unched a counterattack, his fists striking with such force


    that the air seemed to boil around him. The roaring sound was deafening, but his consciousness


    was blurred, and he couldn''t see vin''s approach, allowing vin topletely evade his attack


    and strike hard from the side, disrupting his move and then suddenly lunging with a punch that


    landed squarely on Ziros’ head.


    Damn! The protégés all changed color in unison.


    Ziros was struck as if by lightning. His consciousness was spinning, his formidable body falling stiffly


    from the arena.


    A hundred meters away, Nelsor shook his head vigorously, forcing himself back to reality. He took a


    deep breath, grabbed his great axe, and with a guttural roar, hefted it to strike back.


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    But...


    vin was already upon him from behind. Before Nelsor could turn with his axe, vin stepped


    forward and leaped up. His clenched fist, surrounded with dark energy, crashed into the nape of


    Nelsor''s neck with clean, fierce strength and a wisp of ck smoke.


    Nelsor trembled and staggered, then fell to his knees heavily on the ground. His persistence finally


    copsed at that moment, overwhelmed by the brutal killing intent. His head struck the arena floor.