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Chapter_215
Everyone’s smiles faded as the true challenger strode forward: Nash Calcraft himself.
A simple spar couldn’t cover the depth of this meeting. If these Nihon masters harbored darker intentions, Nash would not hesitate to become their reckoning.
Once the Five Elite heirs and heiresses had taken their seats, a hush fell over the entrance. The doors swung open to admit the delegation from Ihara Martial Arts School. At its forefront stood the legendary Newi Ihara—his collar’s white hair gleaming, eyes hard as flint. He fixed Master Zabel with an unblinking stare.
“Are you the head of Hero Martial Arts School?” Newi’s voice was low but carried the weight of mountains.
Zabel inclined his head with serene courtesy. “I am.”
Newi bowed in return. “I apologize for any presumptions.”
“My apologies,” Zabel replied, placing his hand over his heart in mirrored respect.
He beckoned his granddaughter. “Skade, please find Headmaster Ihara a seat.”
Skadi scanned the rows, spotting no spare chair. Even the most seasoned students had filled the arena.
In that instant, Nash shifted his boots so subtly it went unnoticed—until the empty seat next to him slid forward across the stone floor.
Newi paused, then placed his hand on the back of the offered chair. His robes stirred as if touched by a breath of wind; faint, spiderweb cracks spidered across the ground beneath him—proof of immense inner power.
Though his face betrayed no surprise, Newi’s mind raced. He had fought only a handful of Profound Reality Realm masters in his lifetime—and never one so young. Could this newcomer hail from an ancient lineage?
With quiet dignity, Newi settled into the chair.
Skadi couldn’t keep her curiosity contained. “Nash… what level is he?”
Nash tapped ash from his cigarette, expression unruffled. “Profound Reality Realm.”
“P–Profound Reality Realm?” Skadi’s voice quivered. The very phrase was whispered like legend among martial artists—reserved for those who had transcended ordinary limits, living twice as long and wielding power few could imagine.
Justin Yanes, standing beside her, paled. If Newi stood at the pinnacle of martial cultivation, what hope did their school have?
The rules had been clear: the first round pitted five fighters from each school against one another—two Energy Cultivators, two Grandmasters, and one Great Grandmaster per side. Zakariah’s own disciple would hold the Great Grandmaster slot. Victory required securing at least three wins.
Round two would see the heirs of the schools face off. Round three—the deciding match—was the duel between the heads themselves.
With Newi already seated as a Profound Reality master and Zakariah merely a Grandmaster, Hero Martial Arts School had conceded a round before a single sword was drawn.
Justin’s eyes flicked to Nash. That calm figure had earlier displayed a power beyond any Grandmaster’s—and now Nash casually seated the titan of the Hidden‐Ghost Juggernaut in perfect ease.
Trembling, Justin whispered to Skadi, “Skade… is he, too, in the Profound Reality Realm?”