John Jones
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He let out a heavy breath as his eyes turned sharp. His footsteps were heard as he stepped on a twig. “Oh? It seems like you guys are stealing my spoils?” asked Lyon as he crossed his arms. “Huh? Oh, it’s you,” said one of the men. “No hard feelings outsiders, it’s just the way it is.” The man laughed proudly before he said to his friend, “What should we do with him, brother?” “Hey, outsider! If you have any more then you need to give it to us,” said the other as he showed his…
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Lyon smirked as he looked at the rustling bushes. His hands stayed crossed and his feet were firm on the ground. His breathing was more peaceful than the luscious forest whilst his eyes were as serene as the air surrounding him. His eyebrows rose. “A pair of antlers?” A pair of antlers peek out from the bushes before a magnificent beast appeared before his very eyes. Its eyes were pitch black and its four legs were lean and long. The towering beast paid no heed to the human in front of it. Lyon…
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Lyon grabbed two Returning Jade Stones and one pouch for the horns to be stored in. “This is not what I have in mind when he said pouch.” The size was smaller than his thumb and it didn’t have anything unusual on it. The red string on its neck was the only thing holding the content inside it. “It will enlarge, big brother,” said Zet with a chuckle. “Lyon you will pay for what you did!” said Altre with his threatening tone. “Ptui!” Felicia spat on the ground before both siblings…
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“You’re right,” said Porealus as he nodded. The host smiled wryly before he continued, “Right, let’s commence the first round of the tournament!” The audience roared harder than before the last top ten came to the arena. Some chanted their heroes some chanted their heroines, however, none of them chanted the ones from the Mortal World. “I must say, our reservation is really lacking,” snorted Lyon as he shook his head with a smile. “It’s a given, but can’t you hear the cheers from…
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Before everyone could comprehend the shout of reply from outside the arena. “Resume the tournament.” A bellowing voice was heard as it ruled the atmosphere in the arena. The dignified bellow had a hint of a roar and veneration. For the voice belonged to none other than Rupert’s Father. “The king of Golden Dragon…” muttered the spectators. He had a rejuvenating figure as he stood with his chest held high. His face was on the older side, but time was having a hard time wearing him down. The…
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“AGh…” He had courted all of the attention inside Afurnae. His presence bought the gasped and the gawked of others. “Wh-What?! That bastard is alive!” Altre gritted his teeth as he looked at the familiar young man standing from the mass of spectators. “I-Impossible,” muttered Felicia. “Then where is the captain?!” Hezar furrowed his eyebrows under his disbelieving eyes. He gritted his teeth before he muttered aggressively, “YOU…” Lyon smirked as he took a side glance against…
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The host raised his hands once more before pointing at the gate. “Second place!” “He is the prince of strength, the one that will inherit the throne of Pala Kingdom!” A smile was seen under the shadow before a figure stepped out. He had a well-built body, and he was wearing a top-quality fabric to cover his body. He had fairly long hair, down to his broad chest in fact. His bare arms were vascular, and they looked like they could tear walls apart with his fingers alone. His handsome face was…
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Under the warmth of the sun and the chill of the wind, Afurnae, the little city, had a lively atmosphere inside it. The Rookie Heaven Tournament had started its opening ceremony. The arena had four pillars protruding against the sky with each of the four kingdoms’ insignia adorned to it. They were, the spear bequeathed by the sun, the Bolg Kingdom, the dragon of shimmering gold, the Golden Dragon Kingdom, the crossing of shield and sword, the Pala Kingdom, and the oak staff of heaven, the Sverine…
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Lyon’s nose slightly twitched before he turned around and saw a steward bringing a silver tray. The glistening food was already feasted by his eyes before it even landed on his plate. “Sorry for the wait,” said the steward as he make a slight bow. “Huh?” Hilde’s senses came back just as she heard the steward’s voice. The steward carefully placed the dishes right in front of them before leaving with another bow after he was done serving. Lyon spare no more seconds as he grabbed the…
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The moment Hilde made the last turn to arrive at the lobby of the inn, she immediately saw the young man that was making a scene. It was the same young man that disregard Rupert’s overbearing pressure. He was standing in front of the receptionist’s desk and was in the middle of a conversation. “Sir, this is not a public inn,” said the receptionist as he bowed. “But you have a vacant room right?” asked Lyon. “That’s… We do have vacant rooms but the rooms are not for outsiders,” said…
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