The three beautiful sisters stood in silence, their eyes locked on the unfolding duel. Each of them wore an expression of intense worry and trust as they watched Drake's attack that was going to meet the boy they adored.
Especially, Helia whose eyes were fixed on the young boy, despite her intervention, her mind was filled with doubts about Rio's capability to face a Red Stage warrior like Drake.
She couldn't help but wonder what kind of training he had undergone in the last four weeks. The uncertainty and worry were written all over her face, and Lia noticed it too, exchanging a concerned glance with her.
Even Nyla, who had faith in Rio's strength, couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasiness creeping up on her.
Drake's hand was inches away from Rio's face, his eyes narrowed with the expectation of delivering a single blow as the final.
The air was tense, and the audience held their breaths as they waited for the inevitable outcome.
But to everyone's surprise, Rio's face lit up with a small smile, causing a chill to run down Drake's spine. It was a strange sight as if the boy had gone mad, finding joy in the face of danger.
However, the shock didn't end there. In the blink of an eye, Rio lifted his hand and caught Drake's fist with ease, stopping his advance in its tracks. The onlookers were speechless, their eyes wide with disbelief.
'Ho... How is that possible???'
Even the old man of the Cliffdane clan, who was known for his cunning and calculated nature, failed to see this unexpected development coming and couldn't hide his shock, cursing inwardly.
Emperor Dylan was stunned, his mind struggling to process what had just happened before his very eyes. The young boy, who had a fragile aura, being only sixteen years old, had managed to stop the attack of a red-stage warrior with ease.
The audience erupted in a flurry of whispers and murmurs, unsure of what to make of this unexpected turn of events.
Rio's eyes were fixed on Drake, his gaze unwavering as he stepped forward, the audience held their breaths, their gaze locked onto the scene unfolding before them.
Drake's eyes widened in shock as Rio's left hand shot out like a viper, lightning-fast and accurate. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest as Rio's fingers closed around him, lifting him off his feet. His mind raced with fear and confusion as he was thrown to the ground, the impact sending shockwaves through his body.
The sound of bones breaking filled the room as Drake's body collided with the ground, creating a deafening thud that echoed throughout the grand hall. The tiles cracked and splintered under the force of the impact, causing shards of debris to fly in all directions.
Drake's high-pitched scream resounded through the hall, causing even the most stoic guests to wince. He writhed on the ground like a worm on a hot pavement, making Nyla wonder if he was auditioning for a role in a horror movie. It was a sight to behold, although not a pleasant one for the poor strongblaze clan's elder.
The audience stood motionless, stunned by the sudden turn of events. The room was filled with a grave silence as they watched in awe at the sight before them. The once-confident Drake lay defeated and broken, while this young boy, Zero stood tall, his eyes glinting with cold, deadly resolve.
The onlookers were in complete disbelief at what they had just witnessed. They had expected the duel to be one-sided, with Drake easily overpowering the seemingly fragile boy.
But now, they were left with their jaws hanging open in amazement as Zero, the mysterious young man who was to be wed to the future empress, had completely thrashed Drake with ease. The silence in the room was deafening as everyone stared in stunned silence at the scene before them.
Rio squatted down and gently tapped Drake's left cheek as he moaned in agony.
With a cold smile and deadly calm, he said, "Listen carefully, If you ever even think about marrying my woman, I'll make sure you're not even fit to be a ghost. "
The very mention of Lia as "his woman" before their marriage had even taken place sent chills down the back of those who had considered challenging Rio. They knew that he was making it clear what would happen if anyone dared to even think of marrying Lia. With his announcement, Rio asserted his sovereignty over his Wifey and fused his claim on her.
Rio's gaze locked onto those of the stunned audience as he slowly rose to his feet. His body language spoke volumes as he held himself with a confident and collected air, unfazed by the chaos that surrounded him. He could feel their eyes on him, their expressions filled with disbelief and awe, and he knew that his actions had sent a clear message.
As he stood there, he thought about the reason behind his actions. He knew that the other heirs of different clans were eyeing his beloved wife, Lia, and he couldn't let anyone question his worthiness to marry her.
Although they were already a couple, he still decided to show them that he was not to be trifled with and that he was a force to be reckoned with.
He knew that his lack of strength had left him vulnerable in the past, but now he was confident in his abilities to protect his beloved wife from any harm.
He remembered a time when he lost his beloved Layla because he was powerless, unable to protect even himself, let alone the girl he cared for. But now, he was assured in his abilities to even surpass her maroon-haired grandfather one day.
The three beautiful sisters stood in silence, their eyes locked on the unfolding duel. Each of them wore an expression of intense worry and trust as they watched Drake's attack that was going to meet the boy they adored.
Especially, Helia whose eyes were fixed on the young boy, despite her intervention, her mind was filled with doubts about Rio's capability to face a Red Stage warrior like Drake.
She couldn't help but wonder what kind of training he had undergone in the last four weeks. The uncertainty and worry were written all over her face, and Lia noticed it too, exchanging a concerned glance with her.
Even Nyla, who had faith in Rio's strength, couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasiness creeping up on her.
Drake's hand was inches away from Rio's face, his eyes narrowed with the expectation of delivering a single blow as the final.
The air was tense, and the audience held their breaths as they waited for the inevitable outcome.
But to everyone's surprise, Rio's face lit up with a small smile, causing a chill to run down Drake's spine. It was a strange sight as if the boy had gone mad, finding joy in the face of danger.
However, the shock didn't end there. In the blink of an eye, Rio lifted his hand and caught Drake's fist with ease, stopping his advance in its tracks. The onlookers were speechless, their eyes wide with disbelief.
'Ho... How is that possible???'
Even the old man of the Cliffdane clan, who was known for his cunning and calculated nature, failed to see this unexpected development coming and couldn't hide his shock, cursing inwardly.
Emperor Dylan was stunned, his mind struggling to process what had just happened before his very eyes. The young boy, who had a fragile aura, being only sixteen years old, had managed to stop the attack of a red-stage warrior with ease.
The audience erupted in a flurry of whispers and murmurs, unsure of what to make of this unexpected turn of events.
Rio's eyes were fixed on Drake, his gaze unwavering as he stepped forward, the audience held their breaths, their gaze locked onto the scene unfolding before them.
Drake's eyes widened in shock as Rio's left hand shot out like a viper, lightning-fast and accurate. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest as Rio's fingers closed around him, lifting him off his feet. His mind raced with fear and confusion as he was thrown to the ground, the impact sending shockwaves through his body.
The sound of bones breaking filled the room as Drake's body collided with the ground, creating a deafening thud that echoed throughout the grand hall. The tiles cracked and splintered under the force of the impact, causing shards of debris to fly in all directions.
Drake's high-pitched scream resounded through the hall, causing even the most stoic guests to wince. He writhed on the ground like a worm on a hot pavement, making Nyla wonder if he was auditioning for a role in a horror movie. It was a sight to behold, although not a pleasant one for the poor strongblaze clan's elder.
The audience stood motionless, stunned by the sudden turn of events. The room was filled with a grave silence as they watched in awe at the sight before them. The once-confident Drake lay defeated and broken, while this young boy, Zero stood tall, his eyes glinting with cold, deadly resolve.
The onlookers were in complete disbelief at what they had just witnessed. They had expected the duel to be one-sided, with Drake easily overpowering the seemingly fragile boy.
But now, they were left with their jaws hanging open in amazement as Zero, the mysterious young man who was to be wed to the future empress, had completely thrashed Drake with ease. The silence in the room was deafening as everyone stared in stunned silence at the scene before them.
Rio squatted down and gently tapped Drake's left cheek as he moaned in agony.
With a cold smile and deadly calm, he said, "Listen carefully, If you ever even think about marrying my woman, I'll make sure you're not even fit to be a ghost. "
The very mention of Lia as "his woman" before their marriage had even taken place sent chills down the back of those who had considered challenging Rio. They knew that he was making it clear what would happen if anyone dared to even think of marrying Lia. With his announcement, Rio asserted his sovereignty over his Wifey and fused his claim on her.
Rio's gaze locked onto those of the stunned audience as he slowly rose to his feet. His body language spoke volumes as he held himself with a confident and collected air, unfazed by the chaos that surrounded him. He could feel their eyes on him, their expressions filled with disbelief and awe, and he knew that his actions had sent a clear message.
As he stood there, he thought about the reason behind his actions. He knew that the other heirs of different clans were eyeing his beloved wife, Lia, and he couldn't let anyone question his worthiness to marry her.
Although they were already a couple, he still decided to show them that he was not to be trifled with and that he was a force to be reckoned with.
He knew that his lack of strength had left him vulnerable in the past, but now he was confident in his abilities to protect his beloved wife from any harm.
He remembered a time when he lost his beloved Layla because he was powerless, unable to protect even himself, let alone the girl he cared for. But now, he was assured in his abilities to even surpass her maroon-haired grandfather one day.
