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.

home on the Sect's death list as a prime

the nerve to oppose the authorities since

him into a daze the longer he stared at the 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

a bad deal if ninety percent of the blood's energy has been drawn out before it's

awkward smile, "Oh… Is that so?" At

our sect won't trouble itself with guarding this place. Having only ten quotas to represent our sect in the trial is way too cheap a

and strong really is everything, I'm so proud to be part

Grace's words as a source of hope for him

...

hold in my hand. 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

glee and jubilation with his speech of encouragement.

that lay within each warrior's fiery soul. Everyone in the area had come with an undeterred will; they were all prepared to see through any setbacks that might hinder them from

...

everyone began to leave the venue. Ricky

you little bastard coming here! Don't tell me you intend to compete in the Iron Blood Trial!" Connie scoffed, speaking to Ricky in a venomous tone, while she was supported behind by the presence of a young man

a quiet, appraising manner, and immediately concluded that these disciples were

He felt like the first 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

dealing with the annoying woman belittling

anywhere I want

of the vulnerability Connie must've hoped to see after delivering

painted their atmosphere with straining pressure. It was nothing compared to the terror brought upon by the descent of the sacred being, but it was enough to scare

Grace argued, unaffected by the

such a thing? Both of us are core disciples of the Snow Sect. It's our collective duty to instruct our outer disciples

in lividity. "This guy doesn't even know how to act in front of his senior. I'd very much like to teach him about manners, but my

be willing to do this job for

asked, knowing full well that his question was just for the sake

surely

grade of Skin Refinement? Or higher?" Ricky visibly recoiled as his

don't we see for ourselves? I'll be looking forward to it," he studied Ricky in contemplation, a sneer appearing on his cruel face as

let's leave

to an abrupt end at his master's final words. Ricky followed her dutifully, marching

...

Harald went to Connie and said, "Be at ease, that bastard won't survive the trial." He whispered what he thought were words of comfort to

realized that she was still with her companions. She promptly pulled herself back to her senses the moment