"Indeed, you made me bleed." Eryke nodded his head as if simply confirming the truth. "But why are you so excited about it?"

"The greatest weakness of a Sword Will Martial Artist is that they cannot heal. The Sword Will is too sharp for it. I have made you bleed, once you die, I will have contributed to your death." The Bow Demon grinned, even as he fell to the ground, as if he had achieved some great accomplishment.

"I do not understand you. How does dying when I am old make you a contributor to it?" Eryke asked with an intrigued expression.

"Because you are injured. No matter how great the doctor, they can't heal the damage that's already been done to you. Unless you heal yourself, you are young, but you might not even live past forty," he spoke with a mocking tone.

"Hmm." Eryke touched his chin with an intrigued expression. "You are half-true."

"Enlighten me." The Bow Demon was smug.

"Those who have a Sword Will indeed die very young because of the internal injuries they accumulate over the years in battle. But I am not an ordinary Sword Will Martial Artist." Eryke grinned. "I am an Earth Sword Will Martial Artist."

Swish!

Numerous ancient texts floated out of his Sword Will and merged with itself. The crack in the flawless Sword Will began to mend itself.

Then the ancient texts floated into his body, mending every wound until his form stood flawless.

"How—?" the Bow Demon choked, his voice trembling as his gaze locked on Eryke's pristine state.

Not a single scar remained. Every injury, no matter how minute, had been wiped away as though it had never existed.

Among Sword Will Martial Artists, it was an ironclad truth: they possessed no ability to heal themselves.

But right before the Bow Demon's eyes, that very truth had been shattered.

"I accept my defeat." He bowed his head toward the ground. His heart still beat, his lungs still drew breath but his mind had already pronounced him dead, tinged with only the faintest regret.

"If I were a Transcendent Martial Artist… if I could wield Heaven's Fingers… perhaps then I might have won."

He forced his neck upward, straining to take one last look at the youth who had overcome him. Standing tall, golden hair cascading, eyes as vast and boundless as the sky, he looked like a god incarnate.

"Maybe… maybe not."

With that final thought, his body yielded to his mind. His breath stilled. His heart ceased. And his story ended.

The Bow Demon, a First-stage Martial Artist said to be capable of competing with a Transcendent Martial Artist, and that final Earth Finger, an attack far beyond the power of even ordinary Transcendent Martial Artists, still wasn't able to defeat a youth who was still a virgin…

"Was that virgin part necessary?" Eryke stood amidst the chaos, and even his sharpened mind felt a trace of irritation.

"What's wrong, Eryke?" He suddenly felt a soft hand land on his shoulder.

"Oh, Geneva, it's nothing." Eryke shook his head and flashed a smile.

"Umm, okay." Geneva nodded.

"Should we leave?"

"No, we still have a job to do." Eryke's blue pupils flashed with a ferocious light as the Sword Will behind him surged forth, slashing down at the VIP room where the Bow Demon lay. His corpse was instantly cut into pieces, and the Million Gold Sect young master was killed in the process.

"Ah, now the job is done." He dusted off his hands.

"When did you become so ruthless?" Geneva asked with wide eyes. On Earth, such a thing was simply unimaginable.

"In this world, there is no such thing as law. And I would be hypocritical if I said I did it for justice. I am doing this merely to save myself and anyone close to me from harm," Eryke replied, his back turned to her. "I am neither a saint nor a demon. I do what I feel is right, and I correct myself if I learn otherwise."

The zither woman from the VIP room leapt from the ground and landed in front of Eryke, her expression bitter. "You really did kill him."

"Yeah. If you obstruct me, I will kill you too." Eryke turned toward her and spoke in a monotonous tone.

"Get ready. You might have to face one of the top three sects in the entire Orthodox faction. Even a Transcendent Martial Artist wouldn't have a good time," she warned.

"If I were scared, I wouldn't have killed him, would I?" Eryke scoffed. He did what his heart desired.

"I know you are strong and capable, but human might is limited. You might not be afraid of a single First-stage Martial Artist, but how about dozens or even hundreds? Will you be able to defeat them?" she cautioned.

Eryke narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to recruit me? If you are, then you're doing a bad job with it, even the opposite I might say."

"Did I hit your pride, big virgin?" The woman's soothing, soft voice rang in his ears as her eyes lingered on his crouch.

Eryke felt his brows twitch, it felt like he was being violated with that gaze and that word. Was there something in his head writing "virgin", or what?

"My Seduction Martial Art only works on virgins. And even though you broke free in merely a breath, you were still affected," she replied.

"Hmph. Let's go to Geneva." Eryke took her hand, and they quickly left as the auction crumbled into pieces.

It wasn't that Eryke had dwelled on the conflict with the Million Gold Sect, but, well, he had already burned the bridge. They likely wouldn't let him go, so he had turned the bridge into ashes.

"Now it is time for war." Eryke's pupils flashed. What was the point of all this power if he couldn't even protect someone from danger?

Even if it leads to greater conflict, Eryke wasn't someone who did back away from a conflict.

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