The steady footsteps, like drumbeats, rhythmically struck Ademu's proud yet sensitive heart. The bone-chilling humiliation made his face turn ashen, his pupils bloodshot, and he stared intently at the approaching boy, refusing to utter a single word of surrender.
Logo understood his thoughts and saw through everything, but he didn't care much. Everything he did was for the sake of vying for the supreme throne of the Royal Court, and he wouldn't be affected by other emotions in the process.
Of course, for this purpose, Logo wouldn't mind using some means, some means that could enhance his prestige.
Logo stopped in front of Ademu, lowered his head, and looked down at the person who was wriggling like an insect. After observing for a moment, he slowly squatted down.
All the spectators held their breath, their eyes following his every move, eager to see how Logo would treat his defeated opponent, who had just thoroughly humiliated Luolike.
"What? You want to cut off my limbs too? And trample my head under your feet?" Ademu sneered.
Logo shook his head. "Trample you under my feet? How could I do such a despicable thing?"
Upon hearing this, Ademu's smile froze, and anger flared in his eyes.
Before he could say anything more, Logo reached out and slowly reached for his forehead.
"What, what are you going to do?" Ademu panicked a little. His previously calm tone began to fluctuate violently, and there was even a tremor hidden in his voice, but it was hard for others to notice. However, this certainly could not escape the keen observation of Logo.
He smiled slightly, revealing a kind expression. "It will hurt a lot, just bear with it."
Her gentle words were spoken as if to a friend; the richness and warmth of her voice were like a warm spring breeze, intoxicating and delightful.
But for Ademu, nothing was more terrifying than that voice.
Pfft!!
Under the watchful eyes of all, Logo's five fingers, like sharp daggers, plunged straight into Ademu's forehead, then pulled hard, drawing out a long line of blood.
"Since you're so averse to the Gendaya bloodline, why don't I help you get rid of it? See, am I a good person?" Logo chuckled and spread his hand, revealing a blood-red eye in his palm, its surface entwined with countless imperceptible nerves.
This move of his didn't just gouge out Ademu's eyes; it also extracted the Gendaya bloodline from Ademu's body.
For Logo, whose bloodline studies had reached the level of an advanced alchemist, doing this was not difficult. After all, he had the aid of Miracle Creation, enabling him to perform operations that were simply unimaginable for many alchemists of the same level.
"Ah!!"
The pain of having his eyes ripped out made Ademu scream, but what terrified and bewildered him even more was the change in his own bloodline. It was as if a house had lost its main pillar, as if someone had removed the fuel from under it. The feeling was so empty that it drove him mad.
"Give me back my eyes!" Ademu, with strength that seemed to come from nowhere, lunged forward fiercely.
But now, like a wild dog, he crashed into the shattered jade stone with a thud, blood flowing freely.
Logo took a few steps back, clenched his fists, squeezed them gently, and then opened his palms up.
With a soft thud, fragments of the pupil fell to the ground, scattering into countless dust particles upon contact with the earth.
"Hmm, excellent. From now on, you no longer need to care about purebloods or not, because you've lost your right. A guy without Gendaya People blood has no right to discuss the internal affairs of the Gendaya Tribe. And, I wonder what kind of treatment you'll receive in the White Wolf Kingdom? I'm looking forward to it!"
The boy's voice was still soft, but to all the audience members at this moment it sounded like the whisper of a demon. His handsome face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of red and black mist, indistinct and impossible to see through.
However, this is from the perspective of other viewers.
For the audience from the Royal Court, Logo's actions only added to their favor, especially for the Silver Peak Clan and the Tielin Clan. The former needs no further explanation, being Logo's own clan, while the latter benefited because of Luolike. Logo's actions undoubtedly helped the Iron Scale complete their Revenge.
For all the citizens of the Royal Court, Logo's defeat of the prodigy of their arch-rival, the White Wolf Kingdom, greatly boosted their prestige, and their reputation soared dramatically.
As for whether the methods he used were bloody, almost no one cared. The Gendaya People never felt ashamed of cruelty. Their bloodshed and brutality towards their enemies would only earn them praise from their own people. There was no fertile ground for the Virgin Mary to live here.
Ademu's screams gradually subsided, as if his heart had turned to ashes. Logo clapped his hands, turned around, and faced the audience.
The young man calmly and confidently surveyed the entire scene, uttering a motto that would be passed down through countless years among the Gendaya Tribe: "For a race whose will never yields, there is no such thing as defeat!"
His voice, like a raging torrent, swept across the entire venue.
After a moment of silence, a deafening roar, like rolling thunder, erupted over the square.
"Never give up!!"
"Long live!"
Long live the Gendaya People!
"Logo live Logo!!"
Countless Gendaya People stood up like madmen, venting their long-suppressed emotions. At this moment, they seemed to find in this proud and upright young man the long-lost solace for their wandering souls.
Although this feeling will soon pass, something has already been hidden away, waiting for some opportunity in the future to sprout again, grow, and flourish into a forest.
Inside the main hall, the gazes of the Sanctuary experts were fixed on the young man on the arena. Their deep eyes held a variety of unreadable inquiries. They understood that from this day forward, this young man would become a true big shot in the Gendaya Royal Court.
Qiya didn't care about all that; she only focused on Logo's injuries. A hint of heartache flashed in her starry eyes. Ademu was not easy to deal with. Even Logo had paid a considerable price to defeat the Sword of the Kingdom.
"This kid, usually as cold as ice, I never expected him to utter such passionate words that stir the heart. It's quite rare." The First Elder chuckled, his eyes filled with undisguised satisfaction as he looked at Logo.
As a ruler, it is extremely important to motivate his people.
Mokelan nodded slightly and said with admiration, "Your junior is indeed remarkable. As long as he doesn't die young, he will surely become your helper."
"A helper? No, I want to train him to be a pillar of the Royal Court." The Grand Elder narrowed his eyes slightly.
"That's what you think? Then we'll have to put in a tremendous amount of effort."
"It's alright, he deserves it."
Aren't you afraid he'll go astray?
"Don't be afraid. Without the courage to try and fail, how can one become a true king? The birth of great figures in the long river of history is due to both the sweeping force of the times and a certain degree of chance. The chaotic effect can only be fully displayed in the face of these geniuses who transcend their era. Fate is, to some extent, a high-stakes gamble. This time, I'm betting my life and the entire Royal Court on him, betting that he will win!!"
"What courage! My friend, I hope your wish comes true."
The elder smiled and then asked, "Any news from Master Madison?"
Mokelan gently shook his head. "You know, once these alchemists go into their labs, many cut off all communication with the outside world, especially a master alchemist like Madison. But don't worry, he's very punctual; he'll definitely be out of the lab in at least two weeks."
"That's good. Now, do you think I should send some gifts?" the Grand Elder asked hesitantly. If it were an ordinary person, he certainly wouldn't ask such a question, but for the renowned alchemist Madison of the Tia Empire, sending gifts rashly would easily offend him, as this guy had an unusually eccentric temper.
Mokelan waved his hand, "No need for gifts. As long as your kid performs well and catches Madison's eye, there won't be any problems."
"What if it doesn't meet your standards?"
"I'm just unlucky. Madison will definitely take his anger out on me. To him, it's an insult if someone recommends a disciple he doesn't even want." Mokelan sighed, feeling utterly helpless.
It was precisely Madison's bad temper and quirks that made Mokelan hesitate for a long time before finally agreeing to the Elder's recommendation.
Otherwise, given their close relationship, things would never have come to this.
Logo was unaware of the conversation taking place inside the palace.
After defeating Ademu, he became the first-place winner in the Mid-Rank Transcendent the Martial Arts Tournament, receiving cheers from all directions and the tournament's rewards for champions.
Prizes will be distributed after the event is completely over; Logo already knew the details of the items in advance.
A staff made primarily from branches of the Tree of Life, supplemented with numerous Transcendent gems, named "Dawnlight," is a five-star Rare quality and extremely valuable.
The Dawnlight Staff is a dual-attribute staff of wood and light. Only when used by spellcasters of these two attributes can the staff's power be maximized.
Unfortunately, Logo has no spellcasters with either of these attributes. Annabelle is ice-attribute, Gain is even less so.
Perhaps Caesar could use this staff after breaking through to Legendary, but it would still be a waste of its potential.
"It seems we'll have no choice but to sell them to buy the supplies we need."
Logo made the decision quickly.
Even the best treasures are better discarded as soon as possible if their value cannot be fully realized, so as to maximize the use of resources.
"Boss, the High-Rank Transcendent stage competition is about to begin. You just sit here and wait, and watch how I smash that damned Prince of Dawn's head in." Caesar said, letting out a sinister, eerie laugh that sent chills down the spines of the other contestants, who quietly shifted their seats, wanting to get as far away from this strange guy as possible.
"We'll see!" Logo replied calmly, then closed his eyes and began circulating the Fire of Birth within his body to repair the damage.
An hour later, the final stage of the Martial Arts Tournament began.
Caesar lived up to his words, sweeping away all rivals with overwhelming force, his combat prowess astonishing and astonishing.
In a certain area of the audience seating, several True Dragon, transformed into human form, whispered among themselves.
"This mutant True Dragon is incredibly powerful! Whose child is it?"
"I don't know, we don't think we have a dragon like that on Dragon Island, do we?"
"Judging from his appearance, he must be a mutated Gold Dragon. Could he be from another planet? But that doesn't make sense. Even if he were from another planet, we should know that."
The True Dragon muttered to themselves for a long time but still couldn't figure out Caesar's origins. They decided to try to contact him after the competition to see if they could bring him back to Dragon Island. This kind of powerful True Dragon would be formidable once it grew up, and no one wanted to give it up.
Besides the True Dragon Clan, the Dawn Empire is another power interested in Caesar.
The Dawn Holy See worships the God of Dawn, Dawn Divine Power is renowned for its holiness and vastness. Caesar's Divine Power is clearly highly compatible with the Dawn Divine Power.
"Find a way to bring this dragon into the Holy See," a powerful figure from the Dawn Empire secretly declared.
What if he doesn't listen to me?
"Then, erasing the spark of wisdom and becoming a vessel for the descent of Angel wouldn't be bad."
"Yes, I understand!"
In the blink of an eye, the competition at the High-Rank Transcendent stage has reached its final round.
Caesar vs. Damengsi.
A man and a dragon stood on either side of an arena with a diameter of over a thousand meters. A terrifying pressure emanated from them, and even through the energy shield, it still made people tremble.
"Is this the oppressive aura of the peak Tier Nine combat power? It's truly terrifying. Even against Legendary expert, those two could probably hold out for a while, right?"
"Perhaps, anyway, this is the first time I've seen such a powerful Tier Nine life form."
Amidst the buzz of discussion, the competition began.
Caesar laughed wildly, letting out a deafening dragon roar, and from the center of his crown-shaped dragon horns shot out Holy Light Particle Cannon.
"Evil creature, accept the punishment of the Holy Light!"
A magnificent and sacred voice, accompanied by a golden light that pierced through heaven and earth, crashed down.
Damengsi's lips twitched. In all his life, he had always been the one who called others demons; this was the first time he had been called evil by a person, no, a dragon.
That's ridiculous.
However, when he collided with the golden beam of light, his disdain quietly vanished.
He, the dignified prince of the Dawn Empire, a chosen one who had been bathed in divine Radiance since childhood, was actually punished by that Holy Light.
A real and tangible sanctions.
Genuine and sacred energy.
These things cannot be faked.
Physical pain is nothing compared to the confusion in one's heart.
At that moment, Damengsi was stunned.
"Could it be that I really am a demon?"
What Damengsi didn't know was that Caesar possessed a very unreasonable ability.
[Punish Evil Max] Passive/Active -- Holy Power is an extremely idealistic power. When you feel from the depths of your heart that your target is an evil and dark creature, the damage you inflict on it will increase in different degrees depending on the intensity of your emotions.
What is evil?
Caesar was the one who made the decisions.
First of all, we are definitely in the right.
Therefore, the forces that are hostile to one's own side are naturally the evil side.
The Dawn Empire is the Royal Court's mortal enemy, so naturally it is also Logo's mortal enemy, and also Caesar's mortal enemy.
That's definitely the evil side, no doubt about it.