Life After Prison

It had hardly occurred to Raymond that even a renowned prodigy like Karl had proved to be no match for Severin. What astonished Raymond even more was the noticeable damage to Karl’s physical body, attainment, soul, and lifespan. Such a peculiar divine technique left Raymond thoroughly shocked, and he was unable to fathom how any technique could produce effects as severe as damaging not just one’s physical body, but one’s attainment, soul, and lifespan too!

Spencer mirrored Raymond’s expression. The moment Karl fell to the ground, Spencer leaped from his chair and could only stare in bewilderment at the unconscious Karl.

Following a minute or so of stupor, Spencer finally regained his senses and gazed in horror at the figure on the arena. “How are you?” Spencer muttered to himself. “Even Karl was no match for you.”

In Spencer’s opinion, Karl was already the strongest prodigy among the sect’s younger generation and had also gained fame across Southsky’s four major sects. Being the reincarnation of an ancient powerhouse and re-achieving paragonhood, his foundation was exceedingly strong. Although Severin’s talent was impressive enough that he could make a breakthrough from supreme saint to paragon in just a year, Spencer believed that Severin did not have a chance against someone like Karl.

Alas, Severin had successfully defeated Karl despite Spencer’s underestimation, eventually eliminating Karl from the tournament in the crucial last round. It was a scenario that Spencer had never envisioned. He could already sense the Grandiuno Sect-and perhaps the entire Southsky-would soon enter an era that was defined solely by Severin’s presence. The sky seemed to be limit for Severin’s prospective achievements.

Spencer shuddered at those thoughts and was overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude. “I’m glad I didn’t piss him off!”

It was a daunting to think that he might suffer the same fate as Riley, who was reduced to nothing after provoking Severin. Karl’s situation was no better either-he was laying seriously injured, unconscious, and vomiting blood. Thinking back, Spencer was relieved that he had surrendered early.

At another end, Celeste witnessed Severin’s unexpected victory over Karl from the viewing platform with an unprecedented look of bewilderment. She, along with Spencer and Karl, had already deemed that Severin could not have emerged victorious against Karl.

Karl had a reputation for being so strong that he was beyond the reach of ordinary individuals. Yet the result was an unexpected one that left Karl seriously injured. His body was covered in blood, and he was lying on the ground like a dead duck.

Following the elder’s announcement, Severin’s confident stance in midair led Celeste to remark bitterly, “He’s a monstrosity. The gap between us is becoming even bigger now.”

The nine peak masters were equally as astounded by Karl’s defeat.

The first five peak masters had a look of surprise and disbelief, with Lejeune taking it the worst. He stared blankly at Severin on the arena and whispered incredulously, “Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

Lejeune was simply appalled at Karl’s failure. All the investment that they had thrown to support him before the tournament had gone to naught. They had hoped that Karl might be able to secure a spot to Midland, thus securing for them an opportunity to accompany him. It seemed that was not meant to be.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.