“What weapon are you going to use? Once the fight starts, it’ll be too late.”

“I don’t need one.”

Owen’s tone didn’t sound like he was looking down on his opponent, but… it also didn’t sound like he took him seriously.

“You’re a foreigner who dares face me without even using a weapon!”

Roar…

With a thunderous roar, Graham’s spiritual power shot up to the sky. The people around quickly retreated. Everyone had heard that the younger generation’s experts were quite impressive, but no one expected someone under twenty to have reached the Spirit Burst realm. No wonder he dared to challenge Mason Carter—he really did have the right to be proud.

The fiery spiritual power looked like it was burning, and the immense spiritual pressure surged forward. Campbell and the others exchanged glances; forget about fighting, they couldn’t even withstand this kind of pressure, let alone face Owen head-on.

On the field, Owen still looked as calm as ever, spiritual energy fluctuating around him, but in his peaceful gaze there was actually a hint of… blankness.

This absent-mindedness in the face of a duel between masters made Graham furious. If you’re not going to fight, fine, but if you do, you go all out—that’s the way of the Mahoraga!

The Mahoraga people were full of confidence. Their prince’s spiritual power had already reached the Forming stage within the Spirit Burst realm, and he was already showing signs of a bear’s form, which symbolized strength.

Bang…

With a loud explosion, Graham vanished into thin air. The explosive speed from stillness to movement depended on strength, and this was exactly Graham’s specialty. In the blink of an eye, Graham’s fists were already in front of Owen. Compared to his opponent’s massive figure and overwhelming pressure, Owen seemed far too small. And Graham was no Talia.

Owen reached out his hand, spiritual power suddenly erupting. Dust flew everywhere, and the crowd retreated in shock. The courtyard was thrown into chaos. Campbell struggled to stand up—if such a terrifying explosion of power hit someone directly, wouldn’t they be smashed to pieces?

Sure enough, the ground was left with a deep pit, but…

The entire martial arts academy fell silent, as if witnessing the strangest thing in the world. Owen was still standing there, completely unscathed, while the Mahoraga prince looked as if he’d taken a heavy blow—his whole body battered, especially his abdomen, which was completely caved in. He lay motionless in the pit.

Dead silence. Graham’s attendants couldn’t believe their eyes. Even against a Spirit Guide-level expert, it shouldn’t be possible to lose so miserably in a single move. No one would believe it if they heard about it—it was like a dream.

The people from the Caleb Hughes Martial Academy were even more stunned. Defeating Talia was already shocking enough, but even the most imaginative person couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Even now, they couldn’t accept that someone who had quietly swept the grounds for two years, someone who supposedly didn’t even have spiritual power, could seriously injure one of the top young experts, Graham, in a single blow.

This wasn’t an accident, nor a miracle—it was madness. Madness to the point that no one was willing to believe it.

Owen gently brushed the dust off his body and walked toward Campbell. The people around hurriedly backed away. Are you kidding? Who is this guy? No one’s ever heard of a janitor becoming a top-tier master!

No one knew what had happened. All they knew was that the dignified Prince Graham had lost in a single move—and lost completely.

Chapter Five: The Number One Young Expert of the Borra Realm

“Uncle Campbell, I’m leaving now. Thank you for taking care of me these past two years.”

Owen still wore the same expression, as if Graham was just a passerby. Campbell stared blankly at Owen, nodding subconsciously, his mind a complete blank.

And at this moment, Owen showed a rare smile.

“This young man, please wait.”

The crowd parted. Even the Mahoraga people, awed by Owen’s unbelievable abilities, silently tended to their prince. The voice stood out all the more, and soon the whole place was abuzz with discussion—especially the Yaksha people, who were as excited as if they’d taken an aphrodisiac.

The newcomer was none other than the Yaksha prince, Mason Carter!

Even among the Yaksha, few had ever seen this genius youth. He had inherited the Yaksha King’s good looks, but more importantly, he had already shown even greater talent than the Yaksha King had at his age.

Mason Carter hadn’t originally wanted to fight Graham—not out of fear, but because of his father’s advice. When he entered the Spirit Movement realm at age ten, others were still struggling to cultivate spiritual power. Among the younger generation, he had no real rivals. Instead of slacking off, he worked even harder, because he was the son of the number one expert on the Borra Continent. Having such a great father was a blessing, but sometimes it was also a burden, because there was an insurmountable mountain before him.

But Mason Carter had inherited not only Logan Carter’s talent, but also his determination. He was no longer interested in dueling with the younger generation. Those people might be excellent, even geniuses in the eyes of ordinary people, but compared to him… there was a clear gap.

Whenever he reported his victories to his father, Logan Carter would sternly criticize him: defeating weaker opponents was nothing to be proud of, and being complacent because of it was even more foolish and shallow.

Mason Carter didn’t just want to be a master—he wanted to become, like his father, the number one expert in the world, a revered grandmaster. He was fighting for that goal.

But this time, Graham had gone too far. Things couldn’t go on like this, so Mason Carter had prepared to step in—only to find that Graham had already been defeated when he arrived.