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Chapter_218
“Targeting his severed leg to win would be a disgraceful victory,” Zakariah said bitterly, the corners of his mouth twitching into a strained smile. “Even if we win… it won’t be honorable.”
As the president of the martial arts association and the head of the Hero Martial Arts School, Zakariah had always promoted the values of discipline, respect, and integrity in combat. To claim victory by exploiting another’s injury—especially one so recent and brutal—would stain the reputation he had spent his life upholding.
Nash shot him a sideways glance, then let out a short laugh.
“Then get ready to shut your doors for good.”
They hadn’t come here for an exchange of technique. They were here to cause chaos, to crush Hero Martial Arts School publicly. And Zakariah was still clinging to ideals like martial virtue?
“Even ancient warfare wasn’t above deception,” Nash added dryly. “You think they’re playing fair?”
“Grandpa!” Skadi finally burst out, her face taut with frustration and grief. “This isn’t the time to talk about martial spirit or tradition! We’re in crisis!”
But Zakariah shook his head resolutely, eyes burning with conviction.
“No… They may stoop low, but we must hold our ground. Even if the school closes… I won’t let Kristian lose his martial integrity.”
Before Skadi could argue further, a dull thud echoed through the arena.
An Energy Cultivation Realm practitioner from the Ihara Martial Arts School had just sent his counterpart from Hero Martial Arts School flying. The impact was sickening. The young fighter crashed into the edge of the arena, his chest caved in and blood pouring from his mouth.
Zakariah’s whole body trembled.
It had been less than a minute.
Both combatants were supposed to be at the same level—stage five of the Energy Cultivation Realm. But his student hadn’t even lasted sixty seconds.
The Hero Martial Arts School had faced challenges in the past, yes—but never had it been this devastating.
Fortunately, a glimmer of hope appeared when their second Energy Cultivation Realm student managed to best his opponent. It was a narrow victory, but it offered a brief moment of relief.
That moment, however, was short-lived.
A vicious cry pierced the air.
A grandmaster from the Hero Martial Arts School screamed in agony as his opponent from Ihara Martial Arts School delivered a brutal kick—right to the groin.
The man collapsed, howling like a wounded animal, clutching his crotch. Bright red blood quickly soaked through his loose white pants as he writhed on the ground.
Zakariah’s fists trembled with fury.
“Dishonorable…” he muttered, his voice raw with emotion.
But the assault didn’t end there.
The same Ihara grandmaster launched himself into the air, his knee aimed directly at the neck of the downed man. A strike like that would shatter the throat—instant death.
This wasn’t sparring anymore.
This was murder.
Clink—
With a sharp flick of his hand, Nash hurled the lid of his teacup.
It flew like a blade, striking the airborne grandmaster with precision and force. The man was thrown back mid-air, crashing to the ground before he could land the fatal blow.
Newi didn’t get angry.
On the contrary, a faint, almost amused smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
As the injured grandmaster screamed, a second Hero Martial Arts School grandmaster—seeing his friend in agony—roared in fury and launched himself into combat. With a flurry of fierce attacks, he overwhelmed his opponent from Ihara Martial Arts School.
The defeated grandmaster raised both hands in surrender.
Staff from both sides rushed forward and began carrying away the wounded.
Zakariah watched in anguish as the two young men were laid out on the ground, bloodied and broken.
Tears filled his eyes.
He had adopted them from the same orphanage years ago—watched them grow, trained them, mentored them like sons.
Now, one was bleeding out from the mouth, and the other had suffered a grievous, unspeakable injury.
“Nash…” Skadi choked out, tugging at his sleeve, her eyes pleading through a veil of tears. “Please… save them…”
Nash stood up slowly and strode to where the two young men lay.
He knelt beside the Energy Cultivation Realm practitioner first, then pressed several trigger points along his body. The internal bleeding from his nose and mouth slowed, then gradually stopped.
Turning to the grandmaster, Nash gave a quiet command.
“Take off his pants.”
Two nearby students obeyed hesitantly.
But when they saw the mangled flesh—unrecognizable and savagely injured—they clenched their jaws, barely holding back their rage.
Nash frowned, then sighed.
“That part… can’t be saved,” he said solemnly. “But his life can.”
He pressed a few vital points along the grandmaster’s body, stabilizing his condition. The young man let out a weak breath—then fainted from the pain and shock.
After seeing to their wounds, Nash calmly rose to his feet and returned to his seat, picking up his cup of tea again as if nothing had happened.