Emily Harris
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Rufus Emberheart sat alone in his house. There weren’t many moments when he could think freely. Around others, he had to show the face of a king. Only now, in his privacy, could he let his mind roam free. And he needed that, because his Dao was struggling. His Dao was already strained by coming to this planet. It whispered that a truly supreme person wouldn’t need to lie or cheat. However, he knew that was the way of the world; the rules only applied to the weak, which he was not. It was power…-
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The skill description hadn’t changed much; just a single sentence at the end. However, Jack could now shoot out his punches like meteors. He looked at his fist for a moment, lost in thought. He didn’t feel like fighting from range, actually. As useful as this new ability would be, he would rather save it for when needed, and dive head-first into the action when he could. He had to experiment, but first… “Sorry, Li Xiang,” he said, bowing slightly to the old martial artist. “I lost control of…
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Jack once again stood in his house’s sparring room, cracking his knuckles. It had taken him two hours to find Li Xiang and bring him here. That made it afternoon, but the wasted time was more than worth it. Jack could feel it. The old Chinese master stood calmly against Jack. He wore new robes, and his face was still warped from the morning’s humiliation. Anger and hatred burned in his eyes. Unfortunately, he knew he was was too weak for revenge. The next best thing he could do was help Jack. Two…
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Jack and Dorman walked side-by-side. Brock walked between them, too. They entered the participant district and reached Jack’s house. Jack swiped his identification token to let them in, and the door slid open soundlessly. “Isn’t it odd to see such high-tech next to swords and sandals?” Jack asked, walking in. “It is. But the magic is odder.” “I guess.” Both were ready to kick each other’s asses. They loved battle, and they couldn’t wait. “Jack.” Master Shol waited by the…
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Jack stood opposite Alexander Petrovic, glaring into his eyes. He hadn’t forgotten how Alexander tried to murder Vivi, his friend and ally. He also hadn’t forgotten how the Ice Peak shamed humanity by prostrating like cowards. And most importantly, he hadn’t forgotten that Alexander was only a stepping stone. The real enemy was Rufus Emberheart. “Bring out your strongest form, Alexander Petrovic,” Jack declared, cracking his knuckles. His fighting spirit surged out and blanketed the stage.…
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The arena was as busy as ever. Merchants wandered the stands and hollered for people to buy snacks; spectators gathered in groups and discussed excitedly with each other; and the crowd was still trickling in through the two entrances. “I can’t believe it’s the semi-finals already,” Edgar said, taking in the excitement around them. “It feels like yesterday when everything began.” “I can’t believe this will all be over tomorrow,” Vivi added, crossing her arms. “And then, the real fight…
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Jack scrambled to reach. He flew over the treadmill and punched the air, sending the shockwave of his punch to meet an airborne wooden target. The moment he punched, he was already turning the other way, shooting another punch at a different target. His jabs flew like arrows as they shot down targets, yet many snuck through. He tried to punch again, but he failed to hold on to the feeling, and the shockwave exploded way too early, letting the target sail harmlessly past. “Ugh!” he yelled in…
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Jack walked down the streets of Integration City. On his right was Brock. On his left, Karvahul. The streets were mostly empty right now since the fights had just finished, so if they kept their voices low, nobody would overhear. “It isn’t looking good, Jack,” the djinn said, shaking his head. “You spent everything we had at the auction. I want to bet, but our funds are just miniscule now. So are our profits.” “Mhm.” “Plus, the fights are easier to predict now. There are no black horses…
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Vivi had lost, but she could not resign! Through his pain, Alexander took that in with grim pleasure. He’d attacked her lung on purpose. His tail reformed and snapped out like a lance, aiming to penetrate her head and kill her on the spot. He was sluggish, exhausted, and injured, but still moving faster than any pre-System human. Vivi barely managed to dodge. Completely out of mana, she tilted her head to the side and fell on her back. The tail carved a deep wound on her left cheek, exposing the mouth…
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The head judge jumped to the air quickly, trying to announce the next fight, but she was swarmed by the audience’s shouts. “Fuck you, Rufus Emberheart!” still echoed across the Integration City. She didn’t stop trying to calm the crowds, probably too afraid of what would happen to her if she let this continue, but she was helpless. It took a few minutes for things to calm down. The Sage turned to Jack with an amused smile, panting slightly. He had been shouting as fervently as everyone else.…
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