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Seeing the way Mikayla's eyes darted around, Amari chuckled and said, "Mikayla, you're a promising student in alchemy. You're eager to learn and exceptionally talented. I understand why you'd want to meet my senior, but I'm afraid there's probably no chance of that happening." Mikayla's face fell, and she blurted out, "Why, Mr. Goodman? As your prized student, can't I at least meet that elderly master too?" Amari corrected her, "My senior isn't some old man. He's a handsome guy in his prime, a world-class alchemy prodigy. Come to think of it, he's probably about the same age as you and Caden." Mikayla was completely dumbfounded and unable to believe what she was hearing. Caden was stunned. "About the same age as us, and he's already at divine alchemist level? Mr. Goodman, are there really such monsters in this world?" Amari shot him a look of disdain. "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't. I've had two great honors in my life. First, being accepted by my me

Mikayla quickly lowered her head. "Madam Baxter, don't worry. I know the rules." Only then did Brielle leave with her attendants. Amari scratched his messy hair with an awkward chuckle. A short distance away, Brielle muttered, "Mikayla is calculating, her goals and desires far too obvious. Amari, don't go making trouble and dragging Andrew into it. Then again, why am I even meddling in their business? Maybe I just don't want to see that remarkable boy fall into a trap. Besides, there's still the Soul-Restoring Pill he promised me." Soon after, Mikayla and Caden exited Sovereign's Apothecary together. Caden, his eyes full of admiration, tried to sound casual as he asked, "Mikayla, are you free tomorrow? A few of us classmates recently advanced in our alchemy training, and we're planning a little gathering. Would you like to come?" Mikayla flashed a charming smile. "A gathering? That sounds nice. But unfortunately, I really do have important matters tomorrow, so I'll have to

Chetvine Plaza was one of the most famous places in the city. It was not where retirees gathered for recreational workouts or kids to play. Instead, it was a massive outdoor training ground with complete facilities, surrounded by watchtowers and surveillance systems managed by the powerful military department. Any martial arts student from across the nation of Holtrien could enter Chetvine Plaza for free and enjoy all the training equipment while finding martial arts instructors. After all, the saying was true: learning martial arts would cost a fortune. Learning martial arts was indeed expensive, and in later stages, even money could not cover the costs as one needed to consume rare treasures and family fortunes. For instance, an advanced martial technique or fighting style was not something you could simply buy with money. Everyone knew that Silverthorn Monastery's Titan's Palm was incredibly powerful. Still, if you went to Silverthorn Monastery claiming you were wealthy a

The military had poured countless martial resources into Chetvine Plaza, and the place was unlike anywhere else. The instructors teaching combat skills alone were all seasoned veterans who had retired from the army. Holtrien's martial arts could be broadly divided into three schools. First were the ancient martial arts sects like Mistveil Peak, Silverthorn Monastery, and Mount Lourneau, all with centuries or even millennia of history behind them and built on deep foundations. Second came the royal families and noble houses, with their hidden depths and family traditions passed down generation after generation. Third was Holtrien's military department. Their martial arts mostly followed the hard-line approach, focusing purely on practical application. So soldiers were typically killers, not performers putting on fancy shows. For ordinary families or regular people wanting to learn martial arts without the capital to do so elsewhere, coming to Chetvine Plaza was the most cost-e

Inside the tower, Andrew saw rows of sealed chambers where martial artists were studying manuals and refining their techniques. The closed doors meant each room was occupied, someone inside immersed in learning or researching. Without pausing, Andrew headed straight for the upper levels. On the ninth floor, he was stopped. "Hold it right there! Only martial king level and above can enter the floors beyond this point!" The guards on duty were clearly two military officers. They were not carrying weapons, but their explosive muscles and cold stares showed that neither was ordinary. In fact, these two officers were martial king-level fighters standing guard. Starting from the tenth floor, the martial arts manuals became precious. Without posting some tough guards, the big shots in the military leadership would not feel secure. Andrew did not cause any trouble. He had always respected this tower because it had upheld the dreams of countless commoners who sought martial training.

Andrew's gaze remained indifferent as he casually looked over. The one who had just spoken was a muscular young man wearing a beret and camouflage gear. Seeing Andrew look his way, he arrogantly raised his head with a domineering attitude. "That's right, I'm the one talking. My name's Brett, and I am from the Harding family. You got a problem with that?" Patting the muscles on his chest, this young man strode right up to Andrew. He was the self-proclaimed boss of the tenth floor of the Martial Tower. It was not only because he carried the Harding family name. He had also beaten nearly everyone else here with his fists. As a member of the Harding family, Brett's strength had always been a cut above others his age. He loved showing off and acting tough, constantly using random people as practice targets. Over time, he had become a notorious bully in the Martial Tower. However, with the Harding family bloodline and his formidable skills, nobody would accuse him of picking on the w

Andrew did not lose his temper. A true martial artist needed to keep a fire in his chest, but also the patience of a senior. He could allow these spoiled brats their arrogance. He said, "Out of respect for the uniforms you wear, I won't make a move. But remember, this is the only time." With that, he turned, ready to head upstairs. Brett's face flushed red with fury. "Bastard, how dare you ignore me? Take this!" With two thunderous cracks, his fists split the air as they shot toward the back of Andrew's head. He had declared he would test Andrew's strength, yet Andrew had not even bothered to react, which was the ultimate insult to Brett. He was the tyrant of this floor, and no one ever dared brush him off like that. Andrew did not even look back and casually swung his hand in a vicious slap. The strike carried the echo of the Dragon-Slaying Palm, a technique so fearsome it shook hearts with its sound alone. Though it was a killing move, Andrew had not unleashed its full fo

Over 100 martial arts disciples were beaten into running for cover with their heads in their hands. A few tough ones roared in resistance, but it was futile. Andrew took each one down with a single move, leaving them coughing up blood. "Enough! Who gave you the right to injure people here? If anyone here sustains internal injuries today, then you, the Lloyd family Dragon Prince, will pay a terrible price!" At that moment, a furious roar echoed down from upstairs. Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a group of people walked down. One man among them had a livid face, absolutely enraged. Andrew took one look and immediately smirked. "Well, if it isn't Kyrie! Impressive. Ten years later, and you've made Major General. Your martial arts have improved quite a bit too, reaching advanced level martial saint, though it looks a bit hollow. Clearly, you haven't held back on the strength-boosting pills!" Andrew's words made the man in the center's face shift from livid to ash gray. He wore

Kyrie said, "Luna, you shouldn't get involved in today's matter. I don't want you getting dirty from this mess! He hit Brett so viciously. Even if I cripple him, when the Lloyd family royalty comes asking questions, with my family background and my Major General rank, I can handle whatever comes!" His words sounded very righteous, as if he were looking out for Luna's interests. Not only that, but he was also showing off his masculine side in front of her. To him, the so-called Dragon Prince was nothing more than a beaten dog who had crawled back in disgrace, and stepping on Andrew's head today would be the perfect way to flaunt his power. But to everyone's surprise, especially Andrew's, Luna's response was sharp and unwavering. "Kyrie, you said it yourself that we are partners here, responsible for today's duty at Martial Tower. That means every decision and every action must be handled together. "Before anything else, we need to find out why Andrew acted, and even if he was at

Luna's heart skipped a beat under Kyrie's furious questioning, but her face only grew colder. She looked at him with icy calm. "General Harding, everything I said falls within my duty. Whether I have history with the Dragon Prince or not has nothing to do with this. What matters is that as long as I am here, no one can strike him down at will." Kyrie exploded. "Fine! Then watch me kill him today. What will you do about it?" His uniform trembled as a wave of raw power burst from his body, his aura pressing heavily over the floor. Luna's eyes flashed a pale green as she, too, began to circulate her energy. "If you insist on this path, then forgive me, but I'll have to stand against you." Kyrie was exasperated. With the woman he craved standing before him, he could not fully tear off the mask as he still dreamed of one day sharing her bed. Yet before he could act further, Andrew's cold voice cut through their standoff. "Are the two of you done? General Phelan, if you want to

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