Patricia Wilson
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"You want to get serious, right?" The Headmaster's voice echoed throughout the area, and even Arthur couldn't help but shudder a little. "Then let's get serious!" Whoosh! As soon as he finished speaking, the giant warrior silhouette moved its hands and an endless stream of gigantic palm imprints containing fearsome black-colored energy slammed down, engulfing the entire sky. "Damn it!" Arthur, who was full of disdain for his enemies until now, couldn't help but feel fear in front of the warrior…-
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Golden Avarice Academy. One day Earlier. Claude was in the middle of training. Right then, a voice drifted over to his ears, "Young master Claude! I've returned!" Claude turned around to see his servant Randall running towards him, and he got up from the ground and walked forward. "Young master Claude! I have got what you asked for!" Randall's smile was very radiant as he passed on the pile of bottles that he had brought with him to Claude. The servant then turned his gaze onto his master, Claude and…
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The carriage carrying the juniors of the Flying Sword Faction zoomed through the dense forest roads. Senior Beldon, who was following along on a horse, furrowed his eyebrows as if he had sensed something. He then looked back, only to find the carriages which were supposed to be following them not at all visible, instead replaced by a dense white fog that seemed to be inching closer and closer, keeping up with the pace of the carriages, much to his surprise. Whoosh! At this moment, a row of silhouettes…
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Inside another carriage. "Headmaster, what exactly do you think the enemy's plan is?" The Second Elder asked, his expression turned serious. The Headmaster of Golden Avarice Academy, who was sitting opposite to him inside the carriage shook his head, "I'm guessing they wouldn't try to attack in a straightforward manner. They would most likely use the divide and conquer technique. And they certainly wouldn't want the conflict to turn into a big deal, as they're trying to build up a good reputation for the…
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In the city of Josenheim, today was already destined to be bustling with people, as it was supposed to be the day of the coronation of their new ruler, Prince Blake Bancroft. Many people didn't even sleep as they waited with anticipation for the arrival of the new king, while others were a bit more skeptical, but couldn't say anything. Before the sun even rose, Josenheim had already started to fill with people, and after a while the entire city was flooded as though everyone in the country had turned up…
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Inside the Royal Palace. Prince Blake Bancroft was on his chair, sitting inside his room. In front of him, on his desk, were two detailed reports with information about the invasion of Gottfried's Army onto Copenea. The Prince had two separate informants working for him to snuggle out information, so as to make sure that there aren't any errors in the reports. Of course, the informants were't aware of each other's existence. 'I know we already made preparations specifically for this, but I just can't…
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"An offer to fight me; one on one!" General Hans Harrington could feel the arrogance in Gilbert Gottfried's tone. "A one on one fight? With you?" the General stared at Gilbert Gottfried as he asked. "That's right! I'm asking you to fight with me in a one on one match. If you win, my army will leave your country alone, stopping the conquest," Gilbert Gottfried icily stated. The General stepped out and a surge of violent spiritual aura abruptly flowed in Gottfried's direction. His eyes were akin to the…
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It had been a week since the meeting with the Second Elder and his talk with Senior Beldon. As always, Claude Rayforth was practicing in his courtyard, trying to improve his cultivation techniques and skills. "Pant...! Pant...!" Claude heaved as his hands moved with the grace of a ballerina, swinging his Katana in an elegant manner, almost as if he was dancing. When he first started cultivating the Sunrise Sword Technique, he couldn't even use it for a long time, as it would've drained his spiritual…
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"Ahhhhhh!" A terrified scream came out from Carlos' mouth as his limbs had become unrecognizable, cut apart like tattered leather, causing blood to come spraying out onto the ground. The triplets stared at the disfigured Carlos, their faces not revealing any emotion whatsoever during the act, as if it had no effect on them. The fog that had enveloped the forest slowly began to disappear, revealing the corpses of Carlos' unit on the dirt road. One of the triplets, the one with the swords as his weapon,…
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"Be careful!" Carlos shouted as loudly as he possibly could with a heavy expression on his countenance, but before his voice even faded, the entire forest was covered in the foggy mist. Carlos' vision was hindered, and he turned around and realized that he actually could no longer see his unit behind him. Carlos' face hardened before growling, "Dammit, how could this happen?" The fog floated around, and Carlos, who had been completely enveloped inside the fog, tried retreating backwards, but he couldn't…
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