URBAN VILLAIN SYSTEM

Tony Clark calmly walked back into the grand banquet hall.

Lily Frost walked right beside him, her beautiful face still slightly tense from the shock of the hug and the terrifying news of the impending public war.

The atmosphere inside the hall was heavy with unvoiced questions. The soft music playing in the background did little to hide the growing anxiety of the guests, who could easily hear the distant, overlapping wails of military sirens echoing from the barricaded streets of Mumbai.

As Tony sat back down in his plush, high-backed armchair, the guests immediately gathered around him in a tight circle. They were a select group of trusted student leaders from the 9 Lotus Academy, personal courtyard servants, and key family figures.

They had spent the last hour frantically scrolling through the chaotic updates on the global martial network, watching the continent split into three massive warring factions.

"Young Master Tony, what is the absolute truth behind all of this?" one of the academy students asked, his voice trembling as he stepped forward. "The network is saying that Master Da Vinci is marching a coalition army here to arrest you. Is it true that you are entering closed-door penance to escape them [1, 3]?"

Before Tony could answer, a young man with a striking resemblance to him pushed through the crowd. It was Leo Clark, Tony’s younger brother, a highly talented martial genius who loved and respected Tony deeply despite his lazy exterior. Leo’s face was flush with worry, his hands clenched tightly at his sides as he looked directly into his brother’s dark eyes.

"Brother, what is really happening here?" Leo asked, his voice tight with emotion. "The family has mobilized our entire hidden military network, and the Frost family’s army is marching to support us. We are ready to fight to the death to protect you, but you are throwing a party. You have to tell us what you are really planning next."

Tony casually leaned back against the velvet carvings of his chair, a faint, unbothered smile curling the corners of his lips as he looked at the anxious faces around him.

He reached out and picked up his wine glass, swirling the dark liquid slowly before looking up at his younger brother. His tone was entirely vague, carrying a mysterious, detached depth that left everyone in the room completely stunned.

"There is no need to worry about the armies outside, Leo," Tony said softly, his voice echoing clearly through the quiet hall. "As for what I am doing next... I am simply preparing to leave this world for a very, very long time. In fact, it is highly probable that this farewell party will be our absolute last meeting together."

A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the banquet hall. Leo opened his mouth to demand a clearer answer, but the profound, absolute certainty in Tony’s eyes told him that no amount of questioning would make his brother reveal anything more.

The guests could only stand there, completely mystified and heartbroken, realizing that the lazy young master of the Clark family was preparing for a journey that surpassed their wildest imaginations.

Despite the massive, global panic building up across the continent, the rest of the night passed by surprisingly peacefully within the inner sanctuary of the Clark estate. No explosions echoed through the valleys, and no assassins managed to pierce the heavy defensive barriers. Tony spent the remaining hours of the night in complete relaxation, entirely unbothered by the ticking clock.

The next morning, the sun rose over a world that was on the absolute brink of a catastrophic collapse. Thousands of miles away from Mumbai, a massive, terrifying force had officially assembled.

Academy Master Da Vinci, standing at the absolute front of a colossal armada of martial mages, high-level wizards, and the Royal Vanguard Army, had reached the Indian Ocean side, launching his offensive straight from the northern coast of Sri Lanka.

The sky above the ocean was completely filled with the flying forms of thousands of powerful cultivators, their protective auras creating a glittering, multicolored blanket across the clouds.

Standing majestically at the absolute vanguard, Da Vinci’s robes fluttered violently in the high-altitude wind. He waved his hands in a wide, sweeping motion, unleashing his supreme cultivation pressure to create a massive, invisible dome of spiritual energy around his entire flying army.

As they crossed into Indian airspace, multiple automated, modern coastal defense radar weapons and high-grade spiritual missiles were launched by regional defense stations to halt their unauthorized advance.

Yet, Da Vinci single-handedly blocked every single modern weapon with complete, effortless ease. With a casual flick of his wrist, the incoming hypersonic missiles detonated harmlessly against his invisible spiritual dome, lighting up the sky with massive, fiery explosions that did absolutely nothing to slow down his advance.

Right beside him, a floating communication array was completely active, broadcasting the entire terrifying march live across the global martial network to millions of horrified viewers.

Da Vinci wanted the entire world to witness the absolute, unstoppable might of his coalition, using the public broadcast to ensure the Clark family would face total moral condemnation if they dared to resist his arrive.

Meanwhile, back inside the inner sanctuary of the Clark family estate, the atmosphere was shockingly peaceful, completely contrasting with the terrifying display happening over the ocean. The elite dark-armored guards stood ready on the walls, but inside the main courtyard, there was absolutely no sign of tension or panic.

Ancestor Kent Clark was sitting casually at a small wooden table under a grand willow tree, slowly sipping a cup of hot, freshly brewed spiritual tea. His ancient face was perfectly serene, his wise eyes staring at the ripples in his teacup as if he were a retired old man enjoying a quiet vacation rather than a supreme commander on the eve of a total war.

The head family manager rushed into the courtyard with rapid, frantic steps, his forehead covered in a thick layer of cold sweat as he held up a glowing tablet containing the latest battlefield intelligence.

"Ancestor! Master Da Vinci and the coalition armada have officially bypassed our coastal defense lines!" the manager reported, his voice shaking with intense anxiety. "They have single-handedly neutralized all our modern radar weapons and are flying directly toward Mumbai at an incredible speed. Their live stream is gathering millions of supporters, and the Imperial Family’s vanguard wizards are clearing the path for them! They will reach our front gates in less than two hours!"

Despite the terrifying report, only a slow, deeply knowing smile played on Ancestor Kent’s wrinkled lips. He calmly set his teacup back down onto the wooden saucer, not showing even a single fraction of fear or distress. He looked up at the vast blue sky, his mental arithmetic completely locked onto the timeline Tony had provided during their secret meeting.

"Forty-three hours..." Ancestor Kent muttered softly to himself, his voice completely calm and steady in the quiet courtyard.

To a veteran grandmaster like Kent, winning this physical fight against Da Vinci’s massive armada was absolutely not the main priority. He knew that trying to destroy a coalition backed by Ancestor Long and the Imperial Family using their current military strength would only result in a pyrrhic victory that would leave the family crippled.

He didn’t need to completely defeat them; he merely needed to strategically stall the time, using their heavy defensive barriers and the support of the Frost family to hold the line until the seventy-two-hour deadline reached its end.

The moment the three days were up, the supreme traveler Tang Zi would descend from the upper realms to collect the second seed, and Kent would instantly receive his breakthrough to the absolute apex of the world along with five hundred extra years of life. Once that miracle happened, Da Vinci’s entire armada would be nothing more than dust beneath his feet.

"Tell the defensive commanders to activate the ancient Nine Layer Earth Barrier around the estate," Ancestor Kent commanded the manager, his tone smooth and unyielding.

"Do not engage their vanguard mages in open combat. Just focus entirely on a static, defensive stall. Let Da Vinci shout and display his power to the live stream as much as he wants outside our gates. They cannot pierce our main arrays easily."

While the two massive factions were preparing to clash at the gates of Mumbai, the entire outside world had already plunged into a state of absolute, unprecedented chaos.

The splitting of the martial world into three massive factions had caused a total, catastrophic collapse of the global economy. Seeing the terrifying displays of high-tier martial power and the threat of an open civil war, many international businesses, global shipping routes, and multi-billion-dollar trading transactions were instantly stalled or completely canceled by panicked corporate heads.

To prevent a total societal breakdown, the global stock market was forcefully closed down by the governments of all major countries, freezing trillions of dollars in assets to stop a massive financial panic.

Every single world government was currently operating at absolute maximum capacity, utilizing their state-run media networks and high-grade internet filters to frantically suppress the information, trying their absolute best to hide these supernatural martial matters from the normal, civilized population to avoid a total panic among the masses.

The internet was a chaotic mess of censored articles, flashing sirens, and conflicting live streams.

The grand chessboard had been completely set, the armies were rapidly closing in, and absolutely nobody in the lower world knew what would happen next when the final confrontation erupted.

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