This kind of martial offering is a ritual, not a swordsmanship performance. Its main purpose is to showcase the warrior’s charisma, an expression of artistic conception, and it is also a required course for the royal family. For a genius like Mason Carter, it should be a piece of cake.

Originally, Mason Carter, who didn’t want to draw too much attention, still agreed. Right now, there was another person in his mind!

Dressed in black, Mason Carter let his hair fall freely, fully displaying the wildness of the Yaksha clan. Those deep and sharp eyes could truly captivate all the girls in the world.

Grant raised his hand, and the noisy crowd quieted down. This was truly an unprecedentedly watched martial offering. Mason Carter knew it was his turn to appear. He hoped that person was here too. Although there were many people, as long as that person revealed a trace of aura, it was still possible to detect it.

He at least needed to confirm that the other party was in Grant royal city.

Swoosh...

Mason Carter vanished from the throne and instantly appeared on the high platform in the center of the square.

— Instant Step!

Experts can tell at a glance. Just this move alone would take many people ten or even eight years to master.

The Yaksha clan worships wolves above all else—their totem is also the wolf, the invincible wolf. Their weapon is the sword, the king of weapons.

Drawing his long sword, Mason Carter presented the Moonlit Wild Wolf!

Chapter 13 Carnival

Sometimes illusory, sometimes fierce, the sword light flashed in all directions. On the high platform, Mason Carter was like a lone wolf king in the wilderness, forever chasing that one and only bright moon.

He didn’t use spiritual power, but from the battle dance, one could see Mason Carter’s solid foundation. The warriors watched for the technique, while the girls were utterly enchanted by his heroic bearing.

Suddenly, the battle dance became wild, the speed increasing, the music growing intense. Mason Carter leapt into the air, and in an instant, countless surging sword energies exploded forth.

The sword’s howl soared to the heavens—the signature move of the Yaksha clan. Yet, to perform it so perfectly, perhaps only Mason Carter could manage it.

The martial offering ended, and his pose was nothing short of dazzling. The flamboyant Aldrich couldn’t help but purse his lips—what a pity that Mason Carter isn’t a gigolo, he’s simply a natural lady-killer.

The girls of Grant are passionate by nature, and at this moment, they were even more frenzied. Their screams completely drowned out the men’s voices. Among the young people, not all were challengers; many deeply admired Mason Carter.

After the performance, Mason Carter returned to stand solemnly beside the Grant king, his eyes searching the crowd. That last move, the sword’s howl to the heavens, he had deliberately infused with some spiritual power, hoping to provoke a reaction from the other party. There were quite a few spiritual responses, but unfortunately, none were from the one he sought.

Owen and Aldrich arrived late and could only watch from the outskirts. Although they couldn’t see clearly, the screams of the beauties in front were extremely loud. Wanderers like Little Quinn and royals like Mason Carter were worlds apart.

“Owen, we have to work hard. One day, I want to be like Mason Carter!”

In this atmosphere, this feeling, whether they admired Mason Carter or wanted to challenge him, everyone was drawn in by his charisma.

The singing and dancing began, and the girls started preparing for their performance.

Grace Maxwell had been watching Mason Carter’s battle dance all along. No wonder His Majesty used to like Logan Carter. If the Logan Carter of those years was like the current Mason Carter, probably no girl could resist such charm.

Handsome features, a cold and determined gaze, unparalleled strength—he was like a blazing fire. Just look at the reactions of the girls around.

But she herself had no interest in romance between men and women. Those things were illusory, merely the most basic human desires. What she longed for was the ultimate realm of dance—to merge dance and martial arts, to reach the ultimate state of Zizaitian, and become the best Grant king.

It’s not that Grace Maxwell is utilitarian—on the contrary, this is her pure goal and pursuit. She is willing to dedicate her life to the art of dance, and within it, she feels her life burning.

In this, she is the same as Mason Carter in his pursuit of martial arts.

She even understood the queen’s intentions, so she gladly accepted this test. But Mason Carter was still not enough to shake her.

Her music began—this was prepared for her. The previous singing and dancing were also to set the stage for her grand finale, transcending the usual category of song and dance—the battle dance!

When Grace Maxwell appeared on the high platform, the cheers from the Grant people far surpassed those from before. Clearly, the Grant people adored this princess. The music was melodious, and Grace Maxwell’s singing slowly emerged—light and ethereal. Her dance steps were slow, but every pose was so graceful. At first, you were still clear-headed, but soon, as the song continued, people gradually lost themselves. This was a wonderful world, a paradise, filled with flowers everywhere—the blissful world of the creator god Brahma.

But then war broke out, slaughter, demons arrived, the King of Light appeared, and rivers of blood flowed. Yet in the realm of the Bharata, there were the bravest warriors, who took up arms to fight for freedom!

The music became passionate, Grace Maxwell’s singing soared, her dance grew faster and faster, with a mesmerizing charm. It was unimaginable that such a gentle body could display such fierceness and passionate power. Battle—fighting with an indomitable spirit, no matter what demons one faces, no matter what difficulties, one must persist, because victory is just across the shore, where people’s homeland lies.

Freedom—the Bharata people will always belong to freedom!