Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1863

Chapter 1863

The oppressive pressure radiating from the arena permeated through the entire arena, eliciting gasps surprise from countless spectators at the venue..

"Gasp! Just the aura from these two is enough to strike fear in me."

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"Is this the true might of a genius? Though they are only level nine royal saints, they seem to tower above many of us. Their aura alone can send chills down the spine of ordinary level nine royal saints "Who will emerge victorious? Will it be Thorold? Or will it be Severin?"

Thorold narrowed his eyes after sensing Severin's power. A glint of murderous intent emerged from his

pupils. "Is this where your confidence is coming from?"

The waves produced by Severin's attainment had captured Thorold's attention. Thorold left the Gahrrs to join the Deif rm Sect, where he was accepted first as an outer disciple. He then rose through the ranks, bracing through countless hardships and dangers to become a level nine royal saint. He eventually became an inner disciple.

His strength had placed him among the top few in the entirety of Nontwo City. As a level nine royal saint who could defeat a post-breakthrough level one supreme saint, he held little regard for ordinary

opponents.

There existed a considerable gap between level nine royal saints, and only those with exceptional talents and solid foundations could capture Thorold's eye. Initially, he believed that only Jangar of the Purevoid Sect could fit that criterion. However, Severin's presence had altered the perspective. Determined to secure a spot in the sacred lake Tournament, Tharald considered Severin a considerable foe that Jangar might not even be able to stop. He was fueled by anger after recalling the previous day's humiliation, whereby Severin rebuffed his invitation, injured one of the men, and slapped him in the face. Even so, the animosity between them could not accurately be described as being deep-seated, and Thorold was supposed to treat their match as a mere contest and nothing more.

However, Severin's swift killing of Janik deepened the conflict, for it amounted to publicly humiliating the

Gahrrs!

After taking a deep breath, Thorold sneered at Severin and declared, "Your life ends today!"

He casually pointed his hand at Severin, and the atmosphere shifted in an instant. The sky transformed,

and an intimidating force coalesced above the arena. An illusory hand crackled with lightning as it

slammed down toward Severin at incredible speed.

Severin remained unperturbed and responded calmly, "Let's see you try!"

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With a swift motion, Severin raised the sword in his hand. The weapon gleamed brightly like a radiant sun that bathed the entire arena in light. A ten-foot-long gleam that was brimming with murderous intent slashed through the air, aiming to crush everything in its path.

The sword produced a piercing wind-like shriek as it collided with the palm. A resounding blast was heard, and the resulting shockwave surged into the sky as it punctured clouds at a height of several thousand meters above them.