Chapter 2091: Open and Secret Struggle Chapter 2091: Open and Secret Struggle Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation All of this seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.
Braydon Neal’s figure instantly appeared before the young man.
A single finger gently touched his forehead, and Braydon spoke softly.
The young man only managed to let out a blurred sound before his entire body shattered into a bloody mist, staining Sam Wolken from head to toe.
After a few seconds, the crowd finally reacted.
“He… He was killed instantly!” “Even I can’t react to such overwhelming power.” “This is really…
a newbie?” Sam stared at Braydon in a daze, unable to speak.
Braydon’s terrifying speed left no room for evasion.
In other words… Braydon could kill him at any moment!
A chill ran down Sam’s spine, and his face turned pale.
“I won,” Braydon declared.
“Does this room belong to me now?” He turned to the skinny Iddo Witzel, whose expression immediately changed.
Braydon’s calm eyes were as deep and unfathomable as an ancient beast’s.
Iddo felt his body stiffen, a surge of danger washing over him.
“Naturally, naturally,” Iddo stammered.
“Only an overwhelming prodigy like yourself deserves this room.” Hearing this, Braydon’s gaze shifted away.
Locke Macadam grinned and said loudly to Braydon, “Lige is truly powerful!
Let’s see how this arrogant lot behaves now, especially that dog Sam.
He couldn’t beat me, yet he still resorted to underhanded tricks.” Braydon replied calmly, “I don’t want trouble.
This is the first and last warning.
If there’s a next time, I’ll kill you, even if you’re an official disciple.” “I don’t care who backs you.
At most, I’ll join them.” Braydon’s words made Sam nod hurriedly.
He understood Braydon’s meaning clearly.
If Braydon truly intended to kill him, there was nothing he could do.
After all, Braydon was right.
Even if he killed Sam, the sect likely wouldn’t object.
A dead disciple meant little pared to a prodigy.
Even those backing Sam would likely value Braydon over him.
“Don’t worry, Junior Brother.
I’ll never provoke you again,” Sam said hastily.
“If you face trouble in the future, just use my name.
Some of the smaller pests here still recognize me.” Sam knew that if Braydon encountered someone he couldn’t handle, there was no way Sam could either.
He decided to offer an olive branch instead.
Not everyone could match Braydon’s monstrous talents or recognize his extraordinary nature.
In the Myriad Demon Sect, countless minor threats lurked around every corner.
Even if Braydon eliminated them, it would be troublesome.
Using Sam’s name could save some effort.
After saying this, Sam’s figure flashed as he left.
The spectators, who had been watching the show, quickly dispersed as well.
“Junior Brother, please.” Everyone began addressing Braydon as “Senior Brother.” After all, Sam was the second-ranked disciple of the Myriad Demon Sect, yet even he had bowed to Braydon.
If someone like Braydon couldn’t make it into the sect’s outer circle, then they might as well all give up.
Braydon nodded and followed Iddo into the pavilion.
On the towering mountain peak, several figures observed Braydon intently.
“This kid isn’t bad, but he lacks some depth.
It’ll be hard for him to achieve greatness.
He’s likely to remain mediocre in the long run.
I suppose none of you would want someone like that, so I’ll reluctantly take him.” “I think Junior Brother is right,” another chimed in.
“However, the Seventh Peak specializes in secret arts.
I don’t think this kid is particularly bright.
He’d be better off at my First Peak.” “No, no, no,” a third interrupted.
“Our Second Peak suits him better.
If he lacks raw strength, he can learn something else, like weapon refinement.” “Bullsh*t!” another person snapped.
“All you old foxes are clearly eyeing his talent but pretending otherwise.
If you’re so reluctant, don’t take him.
Our Sixth Peak will!” A woman’s voice cut through the bickering, silencing the group.
“Isn’t your Sixth Peak exclusive to women?” someone asked.
“So what if he’s a man?” she replied.
“You old men still cling to outdated notions about men and women.
It’s embarrassing.
You bring shame to our sect.” Good heavens.
She was really laying it on thick.
Her tone was so righteous and noble it could almost convince someone she was serious.
Normally, wasn’t she the one preaching about keeping men and women separate?
The entire Sixth Peak had never admitted a single man.
Now, suddenly, she was accusing them of discrimination?
“Ahem, alright, stop arguing,” someone interjected.
“As for this matter, my Eighth Peak won’t participate.
You all can fight over him.
But remember, we’re all fellow disciples and have been friends for centuries.
Let’s not lose sight of that.” “Oh, by the way, Junior Sister,” he added, “there’s a disciple from my Eighth Peak with great talent who isn’t suited to my peak.
Can he join yours?
His name is Draven Quirino, and his potential is impressive.” At this, the group fell silent.
Rumors about the Eighth Peak’s notorious reputation circulated in their minds—its proficiency in assassination, poisoning, and invisibility.
“Slander!” the man protested.
“Our Eighth Peak disciples are warm-hearted and mitted to fostering harmony within the sect.” Good grief.
His shamelessness knew no bounds.
“What do you all think?” someone asked.
“I agree.” “Eternal obstacles must be removed.” “Where did you get this light novel nonsense?” “Fine.
Me too.” “According to mon sense, I agree as well.” Before anyone could react further, they collectively kicked the Eighth Brother, sending him flying.
“You bunch of old men!” he shouted as he vanished.
The group’s faces flushed red before resuming their argument.
“He belongs to our Fourth Peak!
It’s the most suitable place for him.” “Bullsh*t!
Our Third Peak has so many adorable pets.
He’d prefer that.
e to us!” “Oh really?
Since when are scorpions and centipedes considered cute pets?” While the group bickered, a pair of silent eyes watched from the shadows, focused solely on Braydon.
She didn’t speak, but her confidence in her choice seemed unshakable.
User Comments
0 comments from readers