Chapter 167


    In the craggy expanse of Little Stone Ridge, the fierce battle for the top five champions raged on,


    unphased by vin''s departure and undeterred by their grievous wounds. As Jackar and Jevan


    found their stride, the spectacle ofbat reignited the crowd''s fervor.


    Their sh, while not as brutal as the one between vin and Cedrick, had its own brilliance and


    ir. Echoes of cheering arose from the surrounding hills, a chorus of support for thebatants.


    The intense battlested for half an hour, and in the end, Jackar narrowly triumphed over Jevan,


    iming the second spot among the elite five at this year''s championship.


    "The second match, victory to Jackar from he Ster Precepts!" the old Lord announced with a high


    call.


    After deliberation, the Eight Orders Commanders bestowed upon him the official title—Divine


    Amethyst!


    Then Darron took the stage. "The Ster Precepts, Darron, issue a challenge!"


    ...


    Following vin''s departure, four more electrifying bouts ensued, each more spectacr than the


    last. The throngs of onlookers were utterly enchanted. Their cheers and gasps rose and fell like


    waves.


    Such a level ofbat was a rare sight indeed!


    The Eight Orders Commanders nodded in silent approval; the day''s martial gathering was


    remarkable, with each Protégé showcasing their best.


    Protégés watched with bated breath, fully convinced of the contenders'' strength. Darron and his


    peers were rightly seen as the new generation''s mightiest force for the Eight Orders of the


    Nortnds.


    Finally, amidst passionate cheers, the fifth match drew to a close.


    The stone mountain hadpletely copsed into ruins, leaving rubble scattered far and wide, and


    signs of battle marking thend for miles.


    A Protégé from Starlit Echoes, Sigfred, knelt on the ground, his long hair disheveled, his face


    ashen. With his chest heaving and his left arm dangling uselessly, he appeared utterly defeated.


    As the revered genius and captain of Starlit Echoes, he had never known defeat—certainly not a


    defeat this dire. He lifted his trembling head, his dazed gaze peering through his tousled hair at the


    enchanting figure approaching.


    E moved with a grace that was both alluring and deadly. Her glowing skin and voluptuous form


    were the epitome of beauty.


    However, in Sigfred''s bewildered eyes, there was no desire—only defeat and fear.


    E''s seductive charm was overwhelming as she stood before him. Her curvaceous silhouette was


    haunting; her smile revealed pearly white teeth, yet her blood-red eyes were chilling to the bone.


    Protégés were left speechless, transfixed by the devastating vision of E amidst the wreckage.


    The terrifying scenes they had just witnessed were echoing in their minds.


    Was this E''s true power?!


    Darron''s expression was grave as he pondered his chances against her. Looking towards the


    Bloodlore Commander, he thought, "Have you been raising E as a Magi-Monster?"


    "I… concede," Sigfred murmured, and his head bowed in resignation.


    “It’s over,” Commanders said withplex emotions, all eyes on the Bloodlore Commander. “You


    old sorcerer, you’ve actually passed on your Combat Magic to E, to your own granddaughter.


    How could you?”


    “So what if I did?” the Bloodlore Commander responded, unfazed by their stares.


    “Have you trained your granddaughter in the ways of the Blood Elf?”


    “Her constitution is perfectly suited.”


    The other Commanders shook their heads. The Combat Magic of the Blood Elf was notoriously


    treacherous and malign, fraught with danger. One misstep could lead to madness, transforming one


    into a creature of evil.


    “E, it’s over. You may stop,” called the Bloodlore Commander.


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    Sigfred’s shoulders slumped in defeat.


    However, E moved behind him, her slender waist and long legs drawing eyes even in her


    movements. She gently raised her hand and ced it atop Sigfred’s head.


    “No! Stop!” The crowd was in an uproar as several Elders couldn''t help but rush towards the


    battlefield.


    "I concede!" Sigfred''s realization came toote as he screamed in rm.


    E''sughter, light and melodious, filled the air as a mysterious power surged from her hand into


    Sigfred''s skull. In an instant, his body stiffened, and his bones cracked loudly, sending shivers


    through the onlookers.


    "Ah!!" Sigfred''s screams were agonizing as his eyes bulged and his body contorted in immense


    pain.


    The Elders reached the battlefield, but E simply raised her hand with a charming smile. "The fifth


    match is over!"


    With a thud, Sigfred copsed; his face was twisted unnaturally, and his body looked rigid. Every


    joint in his body was dislocated! His pain was unbearable, and his cries were hoarse.


    The Protégés gasped at the ruthlessness.


    E''s smile remained unchanged as she walked past Sigfred. "You won''t die. It''ll just hurt for a


    while. Consider this a lesson... Don’t too proud..."


    The Starlit Echoes Elders rushed to Sigfred''s side, quickly tending to his injuries while warily


    observing E.


    The Starlit Echoes Commander''s face was grim, but he refrained from any outburst, coughing twice


    to signal the old Lord to make the announcement.


    Stepping into the ruins, the old Lord proimed loudly, "The fifth match, victory to Bloodlore, E!"


    People shook their heads privately; this woman was truly a scion of Bloodlore. Despite her


    breathtaking beauty, her methods were too cruel—who would dare to court her?