URBAN VILLAIN SYSTEM

The echo of Tony’s second flawless victory reverberated across the volcanic stone arena.

The medical disciples quickly rushed onto Ring Number Four to carry away the unconscious illusionist, whose shattered silver staff lay in glittering pieces on the floor. Tony casually slung his wooden hunting bow back over his shoulder.

He walked down the stone steps with his usual slow, lazy posture, entirely unbothered by the frantic cheering of the massive crowd.

High in the floating galleries, the spectators were in an absolute frenzy. The noble family heads could no longer look down on Tony as a mere lucky brute. He had bypassed a master-level illusion domain with zero hesitation, proving his combat intelligence was just as terrifying as his raw physical strength.

Tony navigated the shaded, quiet corridors of the stadium to rest before the quarter-finals. As he approached a secluded stone courtyard near the back entrance, a soft scent of spiritual ink and azure herbs drifted into his nostrils.

He didn’t even lift his head. His Truth Eye had already perceived the familiar, refined energy signature of the nice-looking painting lady waiting for him under the shade of a willow tree.

"You performed another magnificent masterpiece on that stage, young master Tony," she spoke softly, her elegant voice carrying a mix of deep admiration and serious concern. She stepped forward, holding her wooden sketchboard tightly against her chest. "But you need to be extremely careful now. Your rapid rise to the Elder Disciple stage has completely shattered the plans of the inner peaks."

Tony casually leaned his back against the tree trunk, a slow, villainous grin curling the corners of his lips. "Ah, my beautiful painting partner has come to deliver more tactical advice. Tell me, miss, what are the local insects plotting now?"

The merchant lady lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Julie Faith is completely desperate. She knows her family’s reputation will be ruined if you win the tournament.

My family’s intelligence network just gathered news that she has used her absolute maximum leverage to alter the quarter-final brackets. For your next match, you are mapped to face the number-one ranked outer disciple of the entire academy: Gideon the Mountain."

Tony raised an eyebrow, looking completely amused. "Gideon the Mountain? Sounds like a heavy fellow."

"He is an absolute monster," she explained rapidly, her violet eyes serious. "Gideon is a 10th Class Grand Disciple who possesses a rare, high-tier Earth-attribute bloodline. His core defensive art, the Aegis of the Stone Titan, allows him to coat his entire body in an unbreakable layer of primordial granite.

Standard physical weapons and basic elemental spells cannot even scratch his skin. Julie Faith explicitly commanded him to use his absolute weight to crush your limbs and shatter your spiritual sea during the match."

Tony let out a low, amused chuckle that echoed merrily through the quiet courtyard. He straightened his frame, his dark eyes gleaming with a ruthless, predatory intensity. "An unbreakable granite defense? That sounds like the absolute perfect target to test the true limits of my bow. Do not worry about my safety, miss. Just make sure you find a comfortable seat in the front row and keep your paintbrushes ready."

The grand tournament bells suddenly rang out with three deep, resonant tolls, signaling the official start of the quarter-final matches. Tony turned on his heel and walked straight toward the main arena, his dark hunting cloak billowing softly in the mountain wind as he left the quiet courtyard behind.

The atmosphere inside the colosseum reached a boiling point as Tony stepped onto the massive, rock-carved surface of Ring Number One.

Standing on the opposite side of the platform was Gideon. He was a towering, massive youth whose physical frame was twice the size of an ordinary man, his thick arms crossed over his massive chest as he glared down at Tony with absolute condescension.

"Your little ghostly shadow arrows might have been enough to pierce an illusionist, Tony Clark," Gideon roared, his deep voice vibrating through the stone floor like a minor earthquake. "But against my absolute earth defense, your primitive wooden bow is nothing more than a useless toothpick! I will trample over your pride and bury you beneath this stage!"

The moment the referee signaled the start of the match, Gideon violently slammed his massive foot into the ground, activating his supreme core art.

BOOM!

A terrifying wave of dense, dark-brown earth energy violently erupted from the stage. Layers of ancient, glowing primordial granite rapidly crawled up Gideon’s legs, chest, and arms, completely enveloping his entire body in a massive, ten-inch-thick suit of absolute stone armor.

He looked exactly like a mini stone titan, his defensive aura radiating a heavy, world-suppressing pressure that made the surrounding air turn incredibly thick.

Gideon let out a deafening roar and lunged forward, his heavy stone boots shattering the marble floor with every single stride as he charged directly toward Tony like a runaway mountain train, intending to flatten him with a single impact.

Tony stood perfectly still in the path of the oncoming titan, his expression remaining completely calm and lazy. He reached behind his back, pulled a standard iron-tipped arrow from his quiver, and notched it against his wooden bowstring. Instead of running or trying to dodge, Tony activated his Truth Eye to its absolute maximum capacity.

Through his supreme vision, Gideon’s seemingly perfect, unbreakable granite armor instantly turned transparent. Tony could clearly see the internal pathways of the earth energy flowing through the stone suit.

Because Gideon was moving at such high speed, a minor, rhythmic bottleneck occurred at the absolute junction point beneath his left collarbone every time his foot hit the ground. That tiny, vibrating meridian joint was the singular, fatal weakness of his entire absolute defense.

Tony took a deep, controlled breath, using the Storm Breathing Technique to instantly stabilize his peak Elder Disciple magus energy. He pulled the wooden bowstring back until it was completely taut, manually infusing a dense, concentrated mixture of Shadow and Wind attributes directly into the arrow tip.

He didn’t fire immediately. He waited with absolute patience, tracking the titan’s heavy, roaring charge until Gideon was a mere ten yards away, his massive stone fist already raised to deliver a world-shaking strike.

Thwack!

The bowstring snapped with a sharp, crisp resonance. The invisible shadow arrow shot forward like a ghostly current of air, slicing straight through the roaring wind resistance with absolute perfection. Before Gideon could even realize his fatal opening had been targeted, the arrow pierced directly into the precise bottleneck junction beneath his left collarbone.

CRACK!

The invisible arrow, carrying the absolute kinetic force of Tony’s peak foundation, detonated inside the meridian joint. A series of sharp, terrifying cracking sounds instantly filled the arena as web-like fractures rapidly tore across Gideon’s entire suit of unbreakable granite armor.

In less than a fraction of a second, the massive, three-ton stone titan suit completely exploded into millions of microscopic rock fragments and gray dust, raining down onto the stage like a shower of sand.

Gideon’s eyes widened to the size of saucers in absolute, unadulterated shock as his core defense was completely vaporized in a single shot. The residual impact of the wind element violently lifted his massive physical body off the floor, sending him flying across the ring like a broken ragdoll before he crashed heavily onto the marble ground outside, completely unconscious and disqualified.

"Winner: Tony Clark! Flawless progression to the semi-finals!" the referee announced loudly, his voice shaking with absolute awe.

The entire colosseum erupted into a massive, unprecedented wave of frantic cheers, the grand elders standing up from their seats to witness the arrival of a true archery master.

Down in the front row, the nice-looking painting lady smiled brightly, her brush rapidly moving to capture the stunning victory.

Tony casually slung his wooden bow back over his shoulder, his standard, lazy posture perfectly returning to his frame as he walked down the stage steps, his dark eyes locking onto the pale, trembling face of Julie Faith in the high stands with a lethal promise.

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