URBAN VILLAIN SYSTEM

Thwack!

The wooden bowstring snapped without a single loud explosion, releasing a silent, ghostly current of air.

The invisible arrow sliced straight through the absolute center of the roaring purple fire matrix, bypassing Ryker’s frantic elemental shields with zero resistance. Ryker didn’t even realize the attack had been released.

The moment he stepped forward to execute another strike, the invisible shadow arrow pierced cleanly through his right shoulder joint with a terrifying POP, the absolute kinetic force violently lifting his massive, pill-boosted body off the floor.

Before Ryker could even let out a scream of agony, Tony moved like a blurry ghost, utilizing his basic footwork to close the distance instantly. He pulled a second arrow, notches it, and released it in mid-stride.

Thwack!

The second invisible arrow pierced Ryker’s left thigh, pinning his physical frame directly against a massive stone pillar at the edge of the ring like a broken doll. The foul purple aura around Ryker violently collapsed, his internal energy pool completely shattering into dust as the forbidden medicine backfired, leaving him unconscious and bleeding profusely against the rock.

"Winner: Tony Clark! Flawless qualification!" the referee announced, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and absolute awe.

The entire colosseum erupted into a massive wave of frantic cheers, the grand elders on the central platform nodding their heads in profound amazement at Tony’s clean, terrifyingly efficient archery mastery.

Down in the front row, the nice-looking painting lady sat with a wide, ecstatic smile, her brush rapidly moving across her wooden board to capture the brilliant, bloody victory.

Tony casually slung his wooden bow back over his shoulder, his standard, lazy posture perfectly restored as he walked down the stage steps.

He glanced up at the floating viewing gallery, his dark eyes locking onto the pale, trembling face of Julie Faith with a sharp, predatory intensity that promised a total, absolute catastrophe for her entire lineage before the tournament reached its final curtain.

The echoing cheers of the massive crowd inside the volcanic-rock colosseum still rumbled like distant thunder as Tony Clark calmly walked away from Ring Number One.

The shattered, bloody form of Ryker Vance was already being carried away by the academy’s medical disciples, his spiritual sea completely broken from the combined force of the shadow arrow and the backfire of the forbidden Blood-Burning Asura Pill.

Tony maintained his slow, lazy pace, his hands casually tucked back into the pockets of his dark hunting cloak as he stepped down into the shaded corridors of the outer campus arena.

High up in the floating viewing galleries, the atmosphere was a chaotic mix of intense gossip and profound shock. The noble family heads were furiously checking their communication crystals, trying to figure out how a famous failure could have rewritten the laws of cultivation in less than forty-eight hours.

Right at the absolute front of the premier box, Julie Faith stood paralyzed, her fingers digging so hard into the stone railing that the marble began to faintly crack under her grip. Her face was completely pale, and her breathing was ragged with an intense, frantic panic.

The absolute execution plot she had handed to the Vance clan had not only failed miserably, but it had also given Tony a grand stage to display his terrifying, peak Elder Disciple magus foundation to the entire institution.

"This cannot be happening," Julie whispered to herself, her teeth gritting violently as she watched Tony’s lazy shadow disappear into the corridor. She knew that if Tony kept winning and successfully snatched the Sun-Devouring Core Fragment, the Faith Family’s royal reputation would be ground into absolute dust, and her own standing as an elite inner disciple would be permanently ruined.

Left with no other choice, she turned on her heel and slipped away from her guards, her majestic red silks rustling as she hurried down the hidden spiritual stairs to intercept him during the short intermission before the next round.

Tony was casually leaning his back against a cool stone pillar in a secluded, shadow-filled hallway near the arena’s rear entrance, entirely unbothered by the global chaos outside.

He pulled the dusty parchment scroll of the Phantom Arrow Technique from his robes, his dark eyes analyzing the structural laws of the next form, when a sharp rustle of expensive silk caught his attention.

He didn’t even lift his head; his Truth Eye had already perceived Julie Faith’s frantic, trembling energy signature the moment she entered the hallway.

"Tony Clark!" Julie called out sharply, her silky voice carrying a desperate, forced layer of her past royal arrogance as she stopped a few yards away from him. Her beautiful features were tight with immense stress, her eyes darting around the quiet corridor to ensure no other disciples were listening to their conversation.

Tony slowly raised his gaze, a slow, highly amused grin curling the corners of his lips as he saw his proud fiancée looking so thoroughly shaken. He casually tucked the dark-gold scroll back into his robes and crossed his arms over his chest, his tone dripping with his signature, shameless mockery.

"Ah, Lady Julie Faith has personally descended from her grand floating box to greet a mortal piece of trash. Tell me, miss, did you come here to bring me another toxic purple pill, or did you simply want to congratulate your future husband on his flawless victory?"

Julie’s face turned an angry shade of crimson at his teasing words, but she forced herself to swallow her pride, taking a deep breath to stabilize her shaky composure. She realized that trying to intimidate Tony with empty threats was completely useless now; the boy held a physical strength that could easily cave her own ribs in.

"Let us stop playing these pathetic, childish games, Tony," Julie said rapidly, stepping closer as she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, trying to offer a desperate political deal to save her lineage.

"I will readily admit that you have completely blindsided my family with your hidden strength. You have mastered a premier archery art and reached the peak of the outer campus, which means you are no longer a useless cripple.

Therefore, my father and I are willing to make a massive concession. If you hand over your grandfather’s original marriage token to me right now and agree to a quiet, mutual cancellation of our alliance, the Faith Family will immediately stop targeting your life. In fact, we will personally provide you with ten thousand high-grade Aura crystals and recommend you directly to the Grand Master of the Inner Peaks!

You will get wealth and a secure future, and my family will maintain its reputation. This is the absolute best bargain you will ever receive in this city!"

-tq

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