The legendary warrior

"His power's too strong!" A palpable tension sailed through whispers of quivering mouths. "A-amazing…"

The mysterious man in Blood Robe spared a spiteful glance to the onlookers. Driven still by the ominous threat that lay behind the being's scrutiny, they sealed their mouths shut in fear of offending him.

This male was not normal by any means. After all, he was none other than the incarnation of the Sacred Blood Lion.

"Welcome to Lion King Castle!"

Benson and his disciples fell to their knees in one swift movement, displaying their unwavering reverence for the spirit before them. They couldn't be more delighted to be standing on the dais as they beheld his awaited arrival.

However, the guest harbored such deep and clear hostility towards the group, that their futile attempt to plow past his indifference with the use of courtesy went ignored.

It was a fact that Ricky couldn't completely comprehend. He thought that the relationship between the subjects would be one filled with homage, what with the widespread legend of its ancestry. And yet, a disturbing truth dawned on him as he further observed the situation; humans and beasts, with their glaring differences, were just as incompatible as mixed oil and water.

If it weren't for the submissiveness of the contenders, the spirit would have started a massacre if he had felt even the slightest malicious intent drifting from one of them.

He shifted his predatory gaze to Benson's form, not bothering to hide his distaste. "Here are the three drops of blood essence from my body. Take them," he said as he regarded them coldly, stretching out his right hand to reveal his bloodstained fingertips. Three dark beads of blood slipped past the thick surface of his skin and floated towards Benson.

The receiver took out a jade bottle from his loose sleeve hastily as he prepared to catch the flying drops of liquid. He couldn't help but feel excited at the sight of it, his hands trembling with the obvious effort to stay calm.

"Thank you, my honorable Sacred Blood Lion!" Benson bowed deeply to the benevolent figure. His disciples followed his actions shortly after.

"This marks the end of the debt I once owed to your castle. From now on, expect that I will no longer be back. Your kind and mine shall never mingle again, and if ever we do--" his glare bored into them, chipping away at the chunks of metal serving as their armor. To him, it must've looked like mere toys. "--we are to meet as enemies."

He left in a trail of dark red smoke, disappearing without a trace in the open air.

It appeared that the Sacred Blood Lion was more than unwilling to pay a visit to a human's territory.

The warriors all sighed in relief at his departure, finally able to breathe at ease without the all-encompassing presence.

Then, one by one, heads snapped like magnets entranced to a piece of metal as the king held the white, delicate jade bottle that contained the blood essence. Greed reflected in their eyes, burning rays into the small object that almost seemed to melt under its intensity like wax against a white-hot flame.

No warriors in this world could've had the tenacity to resist the temptation of the rare matter.

Even so, resorting to using underhanded tactics was a taboo amongst the whole region. One must go through the Iron Blood Trial to earn such a prize; if not, they would face the wrath of the Snow Sect.

A conceited warrior of Bone Reinforcement had taken it upon him to commit such a foolish, daring act once.

thieving had spread quickly, and as a dire consequence, his name found its own home on the Sect's death list as a prime wanted man. Soon enough, the burglar and his accomplices' bodies had served their purposes as decorations to the gates of the Lion King

to oppose the authorities since then.

bottle. He couldn't help the thirst he had for the power within his reach, but he also had questions he'd like to clarify. "Master Grace, there's something about the Trial that feels a bit... uncertain to me. As per tradition, Benson had always followed the tradition of pouring all the blood essence into the Sacred Blood Pond, but if his disciples fail in the test, what would be there for Lion King Castle to

drawn out before it's dribbled into the Scared

an awkward smile,

the drawn percentage with our Snow Sect in exchange for our protection," she added. "Otherwise, our sect won't trouble itself with guarding this place. Having only ten quotas to

powerful and strong really is everything, I'm

Grace's words as a source of hope

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The Iron Blood Trial will proceed three days from now as scheduled; I hope you'd all do well, especially with the knowledge of this event being the last one in history. May you all try your best

with glee and jubilation with his speech of encouragement.

area had come with an undeterred will; they were all prepared to see through any setbacks that might hinder them from coming back to their lands

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began to leave the venue. Ricky and Grace followed suit but were stopped due to an

Connie scoffed, speaking to Ricky in a venomous tone, while she was supported behind by the presence of a young man in black along with two young

gauged them in a quiet, appraising manner, and immediately concluded

breeze of an oncoming storm; dangerous and gloomy, inevitable destruction caused by the unstoppable force of nature. Ricky bristled at the foreboding sense of feeling he got from the male, more so when he saw Grace's expression shift into one of surprises upon

looked away, choosing to prioritize dealing with the annoying woman

me, and I'll go anywhere I want using it. You have

of the vulnerability Connie

lips. Suddenly, an enormous intent to kill gushed out and painted their atmosphere with straining pressure. It was nothing compared to the terror brought upon by the descent

no right to judge my disciple!" Grace argued, unaffected by

Grace. How could you say such a thing? Both of us are core disciples of the Snow Sect. It's our collective duty to instruct our

in front of his senior. I'd very much like to teach him about

to do this job

knowing full well that his question was just

Master Harald. An arrogant weakling like him would surely be

instead, "Is this young disciple of yours at the eighth grade of Skin Refinement? Or higher?" Ricky visibly recoiled as his attention swept to Jim, a shadow of shock permeating

he studied Ricky in contemplation, a sneer appearing on his

let's leave

end at his master's final words. Ricky followed her dutifully, marching out of the place

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ease, that bastard won't survive the trial." He whispered what he thought were words of comfort to Connie, his lustful eyes betraying any sincerity he

from him, or them, as she watched Ricky's form slowly disappear into the bustling city with obvious resentment. She wanted it so bad to kill Ricky right there and then, stopping at the right time when she realized that she was still with her companions. She promptly pulled herself back to her senses the moment she heard Harald's voice addressing her. "I'm so grateful!" She thanked him profusely with a charming smile, barely