So Much Hype, So Little Power

The Thunderous Judgment

Ronald's brows furrowed as he shifted his footing, narrowly avoiding the incoming strike.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion erupted as the steel fork struck the ground where he had stood moments ago, leaving a massive crater.

The power of a post-breakthrough Nightshade was truly terrifying.

But missing his first attack didn't discourage Nightshade. With a sharp turn midair, he dived down once again, his killing intent surging!

"Clack!"

Ronald swiftly reloaded his rapid-fire machine gun and aimed upward. The weapon had incredible firepower and speed, but its accuracy was lacking—especially against an opponent as fast as Nightshade, who darted through the sky like a ghostly shadow.

BOOM!

Another dodge, another near-death moment.

Ronald knew—if this continued, defeat was inevitable.

The audience roared with excitement. The entire coliseum had erupted into cheers for Nightshade, their deafening voices drowning out everything else.

Ronald's expression darkened. His eyes locked onto the crazed figure soaring above him, a sharp glint flashing through his gaze.

"If that's how you want to play… then don't blame me."

As Nightshade swooped down for another attack, Ronald unfastened his belt and scattered dozens of EMP grenades into the air.

"Tricks won't save you!"

Nightshade sneered, instantly ascending several meters to avoid the explosives.

But that was exactly what Ronald had anticipated.

"Dakka dakka dakka!"

His machine gun roared again, not aiming for Nightshade this time, but for the grenades themselves.

BOOM!

A devastating electromagnetic storm erupted midair, arcs of electricity crackling through the battlefield, blinding everyone with dazzling light.

"Ronald! Is that all you've got?!"

Nightshade's mocking voice rang out from above. He had ascended beyond the storm's reach, remaining completely unharmed.

Through the flashing electric arcs, he peered down—only to see Ronald moving in a strange pattern, muttering an incantation under his breath.

His steps followed an intricate rhythm, his voice resonating with an ancient power.

"Heaven's Will, Sword of Thunder—Awaken!"

Darkness crept into the sky. The dancing arcs of electricity, instead of dispersing, began converging toward his palm—like a mighty river drawn to the ocean.

"GO!"

With a thunderous roar, a pillar of lightning surged upward, tearing through the heavens!

CRACKLE!

A brilliant explosion of white light erupted as the bolt struck Nightshade directly.

A scream of agony tore through the air as blood sprayed in all directions. His body, now a charred husk, plummeted like a broken kite.

In the stands, a figure abruptly stood up, gasping in disbelief.

"Cloudstrike Palm of the Heavens!"

But Ronald wasn't done.

As Nightshade's body hurtled downward, Ronald let out a long howl. The moment his voice echoed through the battlefield, the darkened sky flashed once more.

BOOM!

A second lightning bolt descended with merciless precision, striking Nightshade's falling body again!

By the time he hit the ground, his once azure skin was now burnt black, his body twitching in its final moments before falling still.

Dead.

Silence.

For a single moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Then—

"Xiaochi!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream shattered the hush. A figure leaped from the stands, racing toward the corpse.

And just like that—chaos erupted.

"What happened?!"Where did that lightning come from?!""Oh my god… Nightshade is dead!"

The gathered Nightshade Clan warriors surrounded the corpse, their gazes shifting toward Ronald—now filled with unquenchable hatred.

"KILL HIM! AVENGE NIGHTSHADE!"

A furious cry rang out, and in an instant, dozens of Nightshade warriors unsheathed their weapons, ready to charge.

But before they could move—

SHADOWS FLASHED.

In the blink of an eye, a squad of elite warriors materialized onto the stage, their crossbows already aimed at the Nightshade Clan.

The Hunters had arrived.

A masked figure swiftly stepped forward, catching Ronald as he staggered, his face pale from exhaustion.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

Ronald handed over his machine gun, shaking his head slightly.

"Help me over there."

Supporting him, the Hunter carefully led Ronald toward the fallen Nightshade warriors.

Ronald gazed down at the smoldering corpse, then smirked.

"So this… was supposed to be my death sentence?"

His voice was low, yet it carried across the battlefield like a death knell.

"The Nightshade Clan… is nothing special."

"You—!"

The Nightshade warriors roared in fury, preparing to strike.

The Hunters immediately raised their crossbows, weapons gleaming under the dim sky. The air became suffocating, the battlefield teetering on the brink of an all-out massacre.

"Enough!"

A deep voice cut through the tension.

Li Feiyun stepped forward, his aura like a towering mountain.

"Both sides signed a life-and-death contract before this duel. Whatever the outcome, revenge is forbidden. You all knew this from the start—so why escalate this into a blood feud now?"

The Nightshade warriors gritted their teeth. They knew he was right. The contract was sacred. If they broke it, the consequences would be severe.

But… Nightshade was their clan's greatest prodigy. Could they really just let this go?

"Li Feiyun, listen well!"

A thunderous voice boomed through the coliseum.

"We don't care about your damn rules! Tonight, Ronald dies!"

A monstrous pressure descended upon the battlefield.

A powerful figure had arrived.