The severity of the injuries was clear to Mason Carter at a glance. To lose so miserably—even he would have to put in some effort to achieve that. Yet, he’d heard that the young man before him had taken someone down in a single encounter. If he wanted to do that, it wasn’t impossible, but only if he used his full strength. Graham’s abilities ranked in the top ten among the younger generation.

As soon as Mason Carter appeared, all the Yaksha people present knelt down, showing him the same respect they would show the Yaksha King. They held their prince in the highest esteem.

“Is there something you need?”

Owen glanced at Mason Carter and asked.

Mason Carter was momentarily taken aback, then smiled and said, “I didn’t expect such a master to be in a small martial arts academy in the royal city. How about we have a spar?”

Mason Carter had become famous at a young age, and over the years, he had honed his skills to a level his peers could not hope to reach. In the eyes of the Yaksha people, someone like Graham wasn’t even in the same league as their prince. Mason Carter himself was now interested in this young man who had appeared out of nowhere.

Outside, a huge crowd had already gathered. When people heard that Mason Carter was going to teach the arrogant Morgan a lesson, all the Yaksha came to watch the spectacle.

“Your Highness, Owen is also a Yaksha subject—how could he possibly fight you? Owen, hurry and pay your respects to the prince!”

Campbell said hurriedly. Even if he had defeated Graham, he couldn’t be compared to Mason Carter. In the hearts of the Yaksha, Logan Carter was a god, an invincible war god, and Mason Carter was the son of a god—both were unbeatable.

Owen didn’t move at all. He looked at Mason Carter with the same expression as Graham and the others. “Whatever.”

He didn’t treat the other as a prince at all. He just lived and ate by his own efforts. A prince… what did that have to do with him?

“Heh, it’s just a simple spar, nothing will happen. Please, everyone, wait outside for a bit. The commotion between me and this young man might be a bit much.”

Mason Carter didn’t put on any princely airs; instead, he admired the other’s composure. In fact, as they spoke, his Heavenly Demon Art was already exerting pressure on the other. It wasn’t intentional—such a supreme technique naturally radiated this kind of power. To be honest, most people would have been trembling under this pressure, but this young man called Owen, who might even be younger than him, showed no reaction at all.

He hadn’t been interested in interacting with his peers for a long time, but now he felt like making an exception.

“Yes, Your Highness. Everyone, let’s step outside. With the prince’s control, there won’t be any problems!”

Everyone nodded, even the people from Morgan’s side obediently left. They weren’t intimidated by Mason Carter’s reputation, but just a casual glance from this young man made them feel an irresistible force, leaving them with no thought of resistance. The name of the Heavenly Demon Art was truly legendary.

At Mason Carter’s level, he was probably just curious about this strange technique of Owen. There were many unique skills and abilities in the Boruo Realm, often relying on surprise to win. But with Mason Carter’s abilities and the Heavenly Demon Art’s natural suppression of such skills, if this Owen could hold out for a while, it would be enough to make a name for himself.

People were itching with curiosity, but no one dared disobey Mason Carter’s order. They could only wait outside. Graham had also woken up—he had only fainted from holding his breath, and such an attack wasn’t enough to kill him.

Graham got back up without a word and didn’t leave, because he knew Mason Carter was inside, but the opponent wasn’t him.

Chapter Six: Heavenly Demon Art

“Your Highness, we…”

The attendants naturally noticed the mocking expressions of the Yaksha people around them. Right now, they were like rats crossing the street.

Graham waved his hand to stop them. Something strange was happening inside. Although he couldn’t see it with his eyes, he could sense it with his spiritual power.

The surrounding Yaksha people were all discussing the matter. Those who didn’t know thought Mason Carter had defeated Graham, while those who did know couldn’t understand why Mason Carter would take an interest in someone his own age.

The Yaksha believed that no one of the same age could compare to their prince, which was why he was unwilling to make a move. In the Yaksha tribe, famed for their bravery, this was seen as even greater courage—bullying the weak was pointless. Of course, only the son of the greatest genius in Boruo could afford such an attitude.

This was probably the first time in years that Mason Carter had fought someone his own age. Of course, everyone knew it was just a spar—if the prince used even ten percent of his strength, it would be enough for that kid to benefit endlessly.

The spiritual power in the courtyard grew stronger and stronger, and Graham’s expression became increasingly strange. It was all Mason Carter’s spiritual power—just a spiritual burst. The pressure of the Heavenly Demon Art had already enveloped a hundred meters around. If Mason Carter hadn’t deliberately restrained it, everyone outside would have been injured. Impressive, truly impressive!

It seemed the legends were true. It was said that a young genius from the Celestial Clan once challenged Mason Carter and was utterly defeated. After the battle, that genius’s strength dropped dramatically, never to recover. Since then, Logan Carter had ordered Mason Carter not to fight his peers unless they had considerable strength.

Graham knew his own level. With spiritual power at the same spiritual burst stage, he had no chance. Even a slim chance would be something, but the Heavenly Demon Art was too strong, and Mason Carter was a genius among geniuses!