"Tell I’m dreaming! Tell I didn’t just see White Death block her sword attack with two fingers... and then obliterate her into nothingness with a single punch!" soone shouted, their voice trembling with disbelief as the image of Anya’s vanishing form still echoed across the floating screens.
Their hands clutched their head, as if trying to physically force the scene into their mind—force it to make sense.
"You’re not dreaming," another said, equally stunned. "I saw it too... every fra, every mont. He caught that terrifying sword strike—Anya’s final move—with just two fingers. And then, before she could even react, he shattered her into nothing. No defense, no resistance. She didn’t even stand a chance."
The crowd buzzed louder, a chaotic storm of voices rising into the air. "She was a 2-star genius! A 4th level Champion Rank! One of the most brutal talents from Absolute Sword Palace! And yet White Death... just erased her like she didn’t even belong on the sa battlefield."
"White Death is too strong!" another voice cried. "He’s only at the 1st level of Master Rank, and yet he’s tearing through Champion Rank experts like they’re paper dolls! If he’s already this powerful now... what the hell will happen when he reaches Champion Rank? What monster will he beco?"
"How is he doing this?" soone else asked, exasperated. "How can soone at his level wield this kind of strength? The black flas, the speed, that gauntlet, those scales—he’s not human! No one that young should have power like this!"
"The bigger question is... where is he from?" a hushed voice added darkly. "What faction could raise such a terrifying genius and keep him hidden all this ti? To suppress a power like this from the public eye until now... whoever is behind White Death must be planning sothing big. This level of secrecy? It’s no coincidence. It’s conspiracy."
Chaos once again exploded across the Battle Realm. The defeat of Roger and Old Man Burning Cloud had stunned the masses, yes—but this? This was sothing else entirely.
Anya Stout was no ordinary opponent. She was the Battle Maniac—a prodigy of the Absolute Sword Palace, trained in endless battles, said to be invincible among 4th level Champion Rank geniuses. Her strength was feared, her na known across dozens of regions.
And yet... she had been completely and utterly crushed by White Death, without him taking a single step backward.
Her defeat wasn’t just a loss—it was a statent. A statent that declared to the entire Middle Domain that White Death wasn’t just powerful. He wasn’t just talented. He was beyond the known scale.
The realm had no way to asure him. And as that terrifying thought settled into the hearts of the watchers, one truth beca clear.
White Death was too strong.
And that truth beca even more terrifyingly clear as they continued to watch what ca next—the rest of White Death’s battles.
After utterly crushing Anya Stout, the infamous Battle Maniac of the Absolute Sword Palace, Max stepped calmly into his next match without pause, as if nothing that had happened fazed him in the slightest.
Once again, he faced a 2-star genius at the 4th level Champion Rank. And once again, the battle ended in less than five moves.
His opponent tried to unleash a mighty domain-based technique, but Max didn’t even give him the ti. With a single flick of his black-flad gauntlet, the enemy was sent flying and disappeared in a burst of red particles.
Murmurs turned into an uproar, yet Max didn’t stop. He imdiately chose another battle—and the scene repeated itself. Another genius. Another Champion Rank opponent. And another devastating, one-sided fight.
This one tried using space-binding chains, an elite technique said to trap even late Champion Rank experts.
Max walked straight through them. The chains disintegrated as his black flas brushed against them, and his counterattack—a flaming sphere launched at point-blank range—reduced his foe to ash-like particles.
Then ca a thunder-wielding brute. Gone in three exchanges. Then a beast tar expert who summoned a massive soul-bound tiger.
Max turned it into cinders before his opponent could even issue a command. Ti after ti, the screens showed his battles—his flawless control, his brutal efficiency, and his complete and utter dominance.
No theatrics. No dragging it out. Just raw, terrifying strength delivered with calm precision. And after winning his tenth battle, just as the Battle Realm had begun to tremble with collective obsession, fear, and awe, his figure finally vanished from the floating screens.
One blink he was there, standing tall amidst scorched earth and ruined enemies—and the next, he was simply gone. Vanished not only from view, but from the entire Battle Realm. Silence returned for a heartbeat.
But it was the kind of silence that ca before a storm that would shake the world. A monster had appeared. And his na... was White Death.
***
Max stepped out of the swirling portal within the Black Cube, his body erging from the stream of light as he arrived at the Battle Hall of the Great Ruler Empire.
The grand hall was massive, built from deep silver stone that shimred with a soft glow, lined with rows of battle formations and towering statues of legendary warriors from ages past.
But Max paid it no attention. His expression was calm, his face visible. Of course, he wouldn’t be coming out of the Battle Realm wearing the featureless mask otherwise the entire Great Ruler Empire might erupt into chaos.
After what he had done in the Battle Realm, especially with his overwhelming defeat of Anya, the infamous Battle Maniac of the Absolute Sword Palace, there was no question that his presence would set the entire Battle Hall ablaze with curiosity, reverence, and most dangerously—suspicion.
If he stayed in the Battle Realm even a second longer, the floodgates would burst. Eyes would turn. Questions would rise. He would be surrounded, interrogated, praised, hunted. And so, with swift steps and a cloak of silence, he left the Battle Realm imdiately after his tenth battle ended.
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