The Marshal's Seat

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The entire hall erupted in uproar. Everyone lowered their heads, utterly astonished and profoundly shaken.

Xia Ming had actually overpowered both Lan Xiu and Brad and claimed victory!

No—it should be called a complete victory!

Seeing Xia Ming defeat Brad with a single strike, everyone was still trapped in the shock of that moment, unable to pull themselves free.

Even Councilors Liya and Blue Light were no exception. They exchanged a glance and saw shock and helplessness in each other's eyes. Xia Ming always managed to bring surprises. It had only been a few days, yet his strength had improved again. He simply wasn't leaving anyone else a way to live.

The others nearby were even more intimidated by Xia Ming's strength.

They were all level-thirteen powerhouses, so why was the gap between them so enormous?

Brad in particular—he could not even withstand a single blow from Xia Ming.

The Pope frowned, then smiled faintly. "Remarkable. City Lord Xia Ming truly is a young genius. You've already begun to touch the threshold of level fourteen, haven't you? Impressive."

The moment the Pope spoke, the way everyone looked at Xia Ming immediately changed.

The threshold of level fourteen?

Everyone sucked in a cold breath, staring at Xia Ming as though they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Xia Ming's expression did not change. It could be said that he had indeed touched upon the threshold of level fourteen. His accumulation was truly astonishing—such as the Sun-Devouring Divine Pattern, the Book of Eternity, elven magic, dragon-language magic, and the magical runes of all races. These had brought Xia Ming's understanding of magic to a level no weaker than that of any ancient king.

Thus, Xia Ming had gradually touched a trace of the level-fourteen threshold. Of course, he had merely