A rare magical miracle in the world

"Are you really only 10 years old?"

General Winter had never come across such an exceptional child, and if not for the fact that Abadun belonged to Bailuo, he might have gone to any lengths, sparing no expense to take him under his wing, pouring in all he had.

"The skill, the Secret Skills, the Secret Technique, the names are correct."

General Winter said, "To perceive the Eight Combat Gods from the Knight's Eight Methods, lad, you are a once-in-a-millennium genius."

"Liar!"

Though his mouth uttered compliments, the sight of the eight combat gods had Abadun wondering, what in the world were these guys up to!

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The eight combat gods collided with each other, their eyes red with the animosity of sworn enemies, yet not one of them laid an attack on General Winter, as if ignoring him altogether.

"Interesting, isn't it, lad."

General Winter looked at the panting Abadun, who was struggling with the demands of the Miracle Power after executing the Secret Technique, "Although these moves are powerful, in the end, they are created by others. For ordinary people, it would take a lifetime just to learn the techniques passed down by others."

"But you're different, you have a talent that surpasses this old man."

General Winter said, "That's why you shouldn't just learn; you must also create, create a power that belongs to you, to carve out a new path for future generations."

"..."

Abadun could not understand the old man before him. Weren't they enemies? So why was he telling him all this?

Abadun had the qualifications of a Living Saint, and he could naturally feel the earnestness in General Winter's teaching.

"Why?"

What the old man said was right; he was pointing out the future path from the perspective of someone who had been there, sparing Abadun from straying off course.

But why was he teaching him, instructing an enemy?

"Perhaps it's because I'm getting old and have become somewhat sentimental about talent, but I still think it's simply a transaction."

"Alright, the lesson is over, and you should leave now, child."

After General Winter finished speaking, he casually swung his sword. Abadun instinctively dodged, but it was futile, unavoidable.

"Who's next?" Without saying anything further, General Winter turned to the remaining People of Yatun, "Don't dawdle, if Saros has sent you here to challenge me, it would be a waste of his painstaking efforts if you didn't learn a thing, wouldn't it?"

The People of Yatun hesitated but one by one, they stood out.

Jiera, Gonnia, Lu Anya, Anderson, and including Sheila, Hailbo, and Ina who had just rushed back, amongst others.

Just as General Winter had said, it would be better to challenge him here than to fight a battle with the Thorn Army.
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"Huff... Huff..."

Elsewhere, Tulip and the other two were facing Lyon, dripping with sweat—not from exhaustion, but from terror.

"Don't stop!"

Tulip said, "We can't let him get close to the students."

In less than a minute, Tulip had burnt through a third of her Miracle Power, and such a high frequency of output left her physically close to shattering, with pain so intense it racked both body and spirit.

[Domain Technique: Revolution: Great Red October!"]

"Haah!!"

Tulip swung her Four Seasons Flower Sword, and a massive crimson pillar of light surged towards Lyon.

"Bang!"

Lyon casually slapped the attack away, with a nonchalance that easily deflected Tulip's all-out domain technique.

"That old man is supposed to give them experience; Your Majesty didn't tell me about this."

Lyon was young but overjoyed at the thought of General Winter's strength. However, it was troublesome that Tulip and the two others clung to him so.

"I can spare you three."

Lyon wanted to clash with General Winter, only a Living Saint was worthy of battling the Miracle Entity, "Get as far away as you can while I fight that old man."

"Boom!!"

A rainbow light shot towards the sky, and Lyon looked at the barrier in front of him; not a domain.

"Law Crystal Wall..."

Lyon snorted disdainfully, turning his head to look at Xia Yan, who was fully invoking the Miracle Power at great cost to harness the Power of Laws, "So, this is your attitude?"

The three women's faces were solemn but determined.

Even if it meant risking their lives, they would not let Lyon interfere with General Winter, nor would they allow him to harm their master.

"Heh."

Lyon shook his head, drawing his right hand from his pocket, "Do you even understand your own limits?"

"I hate it when people disregard my words, but you three, time and again!"

"Do you really think," Lyon became truly enraged, "I won't kill you?!"

"Be careful!!"

Almost the instant Lyon's words fell, Tulip brought her sword in front of Xia Yan.

"Snap!!"

A tremendous force hit Tulip's face, and the beautiful woman was forcibly knocked away.

"Tulip!"

Xia Yan cried out in alarm, but soon, a great chill engulfed her.

Run, she must run!

"Where do you think you're running to?"

"Ah!!"

Xia Yan's arm was seized by Lyon, the horrifying Greedy World Power not only tearing her sleeves apart but also dislocating her arm.

"Sssshhh!"

The fair arm was delicate and moist, but Lyon cared not the slightest.

He didn't hesitate to lift his foot and brutally trampled on Xia Yan, who had fallen to the ground, right on her ankle.

"Aaah!!!"

Amid Xia Yan's pained shriek, Mei Xiang gathered the strongest Imaginary Number Force, but against Lyon's effortless strike, Mei Xiang's dual swords shattered, and the Cicada's Gossamer she wore was instantly stained red.

"Roar!"

"Scram!!!"

Lyon growled like a beast from deep within his throat, turning his gaze towards Xia Yan, who was wailing and struggling on the ground. Disregarding her terrified look, he mercilessly crushed the beautiful woman's arm.