URBAN VILLAIN SYSTEM

The White Flag?!

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Da Vinci, after a long rush with his army, finally came to a sudden stop.

Behind him, the massive number of martial mages, high-level wizards, and the Royal Vanguard Army finally halted their flight, hovering majestically over the bustling Mumbai port area.

The sheer volume of spiritual energy radiating from thousands of powerful cultivators caused the ocean water below to churn violently, sending massive waves crashing against the concrete docks.

Millions of people watching the active global live stream held their breath as the colossal force came to a sudden standstill.

Directly in front of the floating army, a single, high-grade spiritual speedboat from the Clark family was waiting quietly on the water.

Standing at the bow of the vessel was a senior clan elder acting as the official family envoy, dressed in immaculate white robes and holding a large white flag of truce high into the air. His posture was completely calm, entirely unbothered by the terrifying cultivation pressure descending from the sky.

As Academy Master Da Vinci floated down to the vanguard, his eyes gleaming with absolute greed and arrogance, the Clark family envoy infused his voice with core spiritual energy, making his announcement echo clearly across the entire port and straight into the active live broadcast devices.

"Master Da Vinci, respected elders of the various academies, and representatives of the Imperial Family!" the envoy announced, his voice steady and echoing with absolute dignity.

"The Clark family has always been a pillar of justice and order on this continent. In light of the sudden, shocking accusations posted on the martial network, our lineage does not wish to cause an unnecessary, catastrophic civil war that will destroy this beautiful city.

Therefore, our Patriarch and Ancestor officially request a temporary ceasefire of forty-eight hours! We are currently launching a thorough, internal family enquiry into Tony Clark’s alleged crimes regarding the academy treasury. If our internal investigation finds him guilty without a single shred of doubt, we promise to personally hand Tony over to the academy to face absolute legal justice!"

The sudden announcement sent a massive wave of shock running through the thousands of cultivators in the coalition army, and the live stream comment section instantly exploded with frantic messages.

To the vast majority of the watching public and neutral spectators, this request sounded completely reasonable, fair, and incredibly genuine.

The Clark family wasn’t openly resisting the law or fighting to protect a criminal; they were simply asking for a standard two-day window to investigate the massive accusations before surrendering their own young master.

Many independent sects and neutral family heads watching the broadcast began nodding their heads in approval, believing that the terrifying tension would now stall for at least two days.

It was a masterpiece of legal and political maneuvering, perfectly designed to buy the exact amount of time Ancestor Kent needed for his grand plan.

However, Academy Master Da Vinci was absolutely not an ordinary fool who could be easily swayed by public morality or clever legal words. The moment he heard the specific number of "forty-eight hours," his heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out across his back.

His mind instantly flashed back to his previous confrontation on Mount Meru, guessing that the supreme upper-realm traveler Tang Zi might have explicitly given Tony a three-day deadline to prepare for his final departure to the Eternal Sun Realm.

Da Vinci knew with absolute certainty that if he granted the Clark family those two days, Tony would simply use the time to finalize his packing, hand over the World Tree seeds to the god-like entity, and escape this lower world forever, leaving the academy with absolutely nothing but a mountain of empty promises.

"Do not listen to their deceptive, stalling tactics!" Da Vinci roared, his voice cutting through the port area like a thunderclap as he stepped forward in mid-air, completely rejecting the truce flag. His face twisted with intense fury as he addressed the live stream cameras.

"The Clark family is a den of manipulative thieves! They do not want an investigation; they are simply asking for forty-eight hours so they can use their vast resources to completely erase all physical evidence of Tony’s treasury robbery! If we give them even a single microsecond of delay, the criminal Tony Clark will use their hidden spatial arrays to flee into hiding, and the justice of the academy will be mocked forever! I absolutely refuse this fake truce!"

Without allowing any time for further discussion, negotiation, or counter-arguments from the envoy, Da Vinci raised his right hand and violently pushed it forward, unleashing a massive wave of kinetic spiritual energy that forced the Clark family boat to retreat back toward the inner harbor.

"All units, forward march!" Da Vinci commanded ruthlessly, his eyes burning with absolute, mad desperation.

"We are breaking through their port lines this very instant! Capture Tony Clark by absolute force!"

Deep inside the high observation tower of the Clark estate, Ancestor Kent Clark received the real-time update on his communication crystal. As he heard that Da Vinci had completely ignored public opinion and forced an immediate advance, a slow, deeply chilling smile played on his wrinkled lips.

He set down his empty teacup, his casual, relaxed posture instantly transforming into the terrifying, unyielding aura of an absolute war commander. The gentle smile faded completely from his face, replaced by a cold, razor-sharp focus.

"Now, it is officially time for war," Ancestor Kent muttered into the quiet room, his voice carrying the weight of a supreme expert who had survived a thousand bloody battles.

He stood up from his chair, his tall frame radiating a powerful energy that caused the stone floor to vibrate.

"Send my absolute, highest-grade emergency command to all fronts. We are no longer waiting inside our gates. Activate the defensive arrays, unleash our vanguard legions, and go straight into battle. Let us show this greedy academy master what happens when you try to trample over the Clark bloodline."

Within seconds, the grand emergency bells of the Clark family estate began to ring violently, their deep, resonant tolls echoing across the entire geography of Mumbai.

The time for clever words, political schemes, and strategic stalling had completely come to an end; the final, world-shaking clash was officially arriving.

Outside the estate lines, the entire atmosphere changed at a terrifying speed. As the news of Da Vinci’s ruthless, immediate rejection of the forty-eight-hour truce spread across the martial network, public opinion shifted dramatically.

Many independent families, powerful rogue cultivators, and allied sects who were previously sitting on the fence were completely disgusted by Da Vinci’s absolute lack of diplomatic patience.

"The Clark family only asked for two days to investigate their own son, which is completely standard legal protocol!" an influential rogue grandmaster posted online. "Da Vinci’s frantic rush to launch an immediate military strike proves that this isn’t about an academy treasury at all! He has a hidden, greedy agenda, and he is using the army to execute a personal vendetta!"

Dozens of supporting families and minor clans instantly changed their allegiances on the spot, mobilizing their private militias to rush toward Mumbai to support the Clark family against what they perceived as a tyrannical, lawless academy invasion.

The Frost family’s heavy vanguard legions, fully mobilized by Lily’s father, had already taken up critical strategic positions alongside the Clark lines, their dark armor and ice-attribute weapons creating a glittering wall of defense.

Yet, at this absolute, critical moment, nobody among the high-tier experts was truly in the mood to find out who was morally right and who was wrong. It didn’t matter anymore whether Tony had actually robbed a treasury or if Da Vinci was a hypocritical liar.

The sheer size of the two opposing forces meant that a massive, catastrophic war—the likes of which had never been seen on this continent for over three centuries—was almost arriving, and the momentum could no longer be stopped by anyone.

The natural laws of the lower world seemed to respond to the terrifying accumulation of high-tier cultivation energy on the battlefield. The clear morning sky over the Indian Ocean was suddenly swallowed by an absolute ocean of thick, pitch-black storm clouds that rolled in from the horizon within a matter of minutes.

Violent, chaotic bolts of blue and silver lightning cracked across the heavens with deafening roars, illuminating the dark, tense faces of thousands of warriors waiting on the ground.

Both colossal armies were now just a single mile away from each other, standing on the absolute boundary line between the outer city port and the inner territories of the Clark family. The coalition armada under Da Vinci’s desperate command began descending from the clouds, their magical arrays spinning in the air with lethal, humming power.

On the opposing side, the combined forces of the Clark family, the Frost family, and their numerous allies moved forward to meet them, their heavy tactical war chariots and armored ground legions creating a thunderous rhythm that made the entire earth shake.

The two massive walls of steel, magic, and cultivation energy were marching against each other with absolute, full speed under the dark, lightning-filled sky.

Every single soldier, wizard, and grandmaster held their breath, their weapons raised as they prepared to plunge into a catastrophic, bloody conflict that would permanently rewrite the history of the entire world, while Tony Clark remained entirely relaxed inside his private-chamber, quietly watching the ticking clock toward his ultimate departure.

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