After the Assassination Attempt
The coliseum still trembled from Alexander Magnus's overwhelming display of dominance.
The assassin was dead.
His very existence erased by Alexander's golden-purple flames.
But even as the dust settled, another figure stepped forward.
Tall.
Proud.
Unyielding.
Kael Vortanis.
His presence was not one of fear, nor of hesitation.
Instead—
It was of battle intent.
The moment his black-gold eyes locked onto Alexander, the entire Verdant Sky Sect fell into silence once more.
A new storm was about to begin.
Kael was no ordinary disciple.
He was a direct inheritor of a very powerful warrior lineage, one that had ruled countless battlefields.
Among the younger generation, he was known as the war tyrant—a rising legend whose power was already approaching the Saint Realm.
And now, he was standing before Alexander Magnus.
A smirk played on Kael's lips.
"I see now. You're not just some overhyped prodigy. You're the real thing."
He cracked his knuckles, his battle aura igniting into a storm of black-golden flames.
"That means you're the only one worth testing my strength against."
He raised his hand—
And pointed directly at Alexander Magnus.
"Fight me."
The arena erupted.
Gasps.
Shock.
Mad excitement.
Even the elders who had just witnessed Alexander's strength couldn't believe it.
"Is he insane? He just saw what happened to that assassin!"
"No… this is Kael Vortanis. He doesn't care about assassins. He only cares about strength."
The Verdant Sky Sect's disciples were already murmuring.
"This is the true battle! The top warrior disciple versus the Supreme Overlord Saint!"
"Kael might actually have a chance! His battle feats are insane!"
"No way… Alexander Magnus crushed an assassin who could kill Saints! How could Kael match him?"
Above the coliseum, Celestia Tyrannos and Lucian Tyrannos exchanged looks.
Celestia smirked.
"Kael is a battle maniac, as expected."
Lucian grinned.
"But this is good. My cousin should have some fun before his real enemies arrive."
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Alexander Magnus stood unmoved.
His golden eyes flickered with calm authority.
Kael's battle aura was strong—one of the most powerful he had encountered so far.
But—
"You are not my equal."
His voice was not mocking.
Not arrogant.
Simply absolute.
Kael grinned wider.
"Then prove it."
With a single step, he vanished—
And the battle began
BOOM!
Kael's fist descended like a falling meteor, shrouded in gold-black battle flames.
A punch capable of shattering mountains.
Alexander raised his hand.
And caught it.
BOOM!
The entire arena floor cracked apart beneath them.
Kael's eyes flashed in battle-crazed excitement.
"Hah! Finally, someone who can stop that!"
He twisted his body, his knee exploding forward toward Alexander's ribs—
But before it could connect—
Alexander turned slightly—
And sent Kael flying with a single palm strike.
BOOOOM!
Kael smashed through multiple barriers, his body tumbling across the arena.
Gasps filled the air.
But before anyone could react—
Kael stood up.
Blood dripped from his lips, but his eyes burned even brighter.
"That… was fucking incredible."
He laughed.
A wild, uninhibited, battle-hungry laugh.
"Again."
He charged once more.
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The Battle Intensifies
Kael's battle spirit burned hotter.
His battle intent was unleashed like an ancient battle beast, his body adapting mid-fight.
His strikes grew heavier, faster, sharper.
But—
No matter how many times he attacked—
No matter how powerful his blows became—
Alexander Magnus remained untouched.
Unshaken.
Unmatched.
Finally, after one last collision, Kael skidded to a stop.
He exhaled sharply, his battle aura flickering—before finally subsiding.
His grin never faded.
"You really are something else, Alexander."
A moment of silence.
Then—
Kael clapped his hands together.
Not out of mockery.
Not out of frustration.
But in genuine respect.
"I acknowledge you."
He turned, walking away.
But just before he left the stage—
He looked over his shoulder, his black-gold eyes burning with future ambition.
"But don't think this is over."
"One day, I will surpass you."
And with that—
Kael Vortanis departed.
Leaving behind a Verdant Sky Sect forever changed.
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The Aftermath
Alexander Magnus stood undefeated.
Kael Vortanis, the war tyrant became the first to acknowledge his supremacy—without fear.
The sect elders realized something terrifying.
"Alexander Magnus is not just a genius. He is a supreme force of nature."
And beyond the sect—
The great powers watching from the shadows now saw him for what he truly was.
Not just a prodigy.
Not just an Overlord or a Saint.
But a threat.
And as his legend continued to grow—
The real enemies began to move.