The Hunter and the Cornered Beast

With a wicked smile, he looked at Evan and said, "Senior Brother, as the Obsidian King, how can you think of running away?"

The entire martial arts hall fell silent for a brief moment after Lucas revealed his true appearance. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Broken wooden tiles littered the arena floor.

Blood stained the shattered stage dark red.

The smell of sweat, medicine, and fresh blood mixed heavily in the air, making the atmosphere suffocating.

Everyone instinctively stepped farther back.

At this level of battle, ordinary Silver Realm experts no longer dared to interfere recklessly.

Evan slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His chest rose and fell violently.

The black medicinal pill had forcibly pushed his strength into the Gold Realm, but the backlash was already beginning to show.

The blood vessels beneath his skin bulged unnaturally.

His right hand still suffered from the poison Yana Tyson had planted earlier.

Numbness spread through his nervous system little by little like venom crawling beneath flesh.

Yet compared to the pain in his body—

The humiliation burning inside him hurt even more.

"You cunning beast, was this all your setup?"

Evan asked with a face full of resentment.

His voice was cold and hoarse.

The hatred in his eyes seemed capable of tearing Lucas apart alive.

Lucas merely smiled slightly without speaking, though he was quite puzzled himself.

Honestly, even he found today’s situation strange.

Originally, he had only come to observe quietly from the shadows.

He wanted to see exactly what Evan was planning at the Ancient Martial Arts Conference.

After all, Evan’s personality was arrogant and impatient. If he suddenly came to Valemont personally, there was definitely some hidden purpose behind it.

Unexpectedly...

Before Lucas even needed to act—

Evan had somehow already become the public enemy of the entire Valemont Old Martial Arts world.

Even now, Lucas still did not fully understand how things had developed into this chaotic situation.

What was going on today?

He couldn’t quite understand it either.

After being injured last time, he had a stroke of luck when a certain acupoint was partially opened.

Coupled with the special Old Martial Arts technique he practiced, not only did his body recover in a few days, but his strength also increased.

In fact, Lucas had almost stepped into the Gold Realm already.

Only a thin barrier remained.

That was why he dared appear here today.

Upon learning that Evan was coming to the Ancient Martial Arts Conference, he initially wanted to see what this waste was up to.

Unexpectedly, Evan had offended so many people, prompting him to take action and beat the drowning dog.

The corner of Lucas’s lips curled upward slightly.

He liked this situation very much.

If Evan died here today...

Then the position of Obsidian King would naturally fall into his hands completely.

No more threats.

No more competition.

No more senior brother suppressing him from above.

"Then you can go to hell."

Evan suddenly roared.

His eyes turned bloodshot.

He knew Lucas was deliberately stalling for time, waiting for the effects of the pill to wear off before dealing with him.

Once the effects wore off, he might not even be able to exert Silver Realm strength for a short time.

At that point, escaping would become impossible.

So he wouldn’t be foolish enough to sit and wait for death.

Kill him, then leave this damned place!

Boom!

The wooden floor exploded beneath Evan’s feet.

His figure shot forward like a black thunderbolt.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from his body instantly.

Several nearby spectators subconsciously retreated in fear.

With a loud shout, Evan and his senior brother started fighting.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The moment they clashed, violent shockwaves spread across the arena continuously.

Their fists collided directly.

The impact shattered several cracked floor tiles nearby.

At this moment, the two of them—

One relied on the pill to forcibly possess Gold Realm strength, but was already injured in many places.

The other was only a paper-thin distance from the Gold Realm, and their combat power was evenly matched.

Once the fierce battle began, Evan primarily focused on offense.

Every strike he launched carried ruthless killing intent.

Punches.

Knees.

Elbows.

Palm strikes.

He attacked like a cornered beast trying desperately to kill its hunter before dying.

Lucas, however, remained much calmer.

He defended steadily while constantly retreating and redirecting force.

He wasn’t in a hurry.

Not at all.

Lucas wasn’t in a hurry to risk his life; he just needed to drag this guy to death.

That medicinal pill would not last forever.

And once its effects disappeared—

Evan would become meat on the chopping board.

Boom!

Evan’s fist narrowly brushed past Lucas’s face.

The powerful wind pressure alone sliced several strands of blond hair loose.

Lucas immediately countered with a low sweeping kick.

Evan blocked it with his arm but was still pushed backward several meters.

Cracks spread beneath his feet.

The audience watched in stunned silence.

This level of combat had already exceeded what most people present could fully comprehend.

The speed was too fast.

The force too terrifying.

Several people even began sweating nervously despite standing far away from the battlefield.

Some tried to help him deal with Evan, seeking revenge for Evan’s curses on them.

A middle-aged Silver Realm expert suddenly rushed forward from the side with a roar.

"You bastard! Return my freedom!"

Another followed behind him immediately.

But the gap in strength was too great, and they were quickly dispatched after joining the fight.

Bang!

Evan kicked the first man directly in the chest.

The sound of bones collapsing echoed sharply.

Before the second person could react—

Lucas casually struck the back of his neck with a palm.

The man rolled unconscious across the arena floor instantly.

Seeing this, the crowd retreated from the ring, letting them fight.

No one dared interfere recklessly anymore.

This battle had already become a fight between monsters.

Yana Tyson’s face was pale, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Earlier, Evan’s kick had injured her internal organs badly.

Her breathing still felt painful even now.

Yet her orange eyes remained locked onto the battlefield without blinking.

Hatred burned fiercely inside them.

She wanted Evan dead.

But she wanted Lucas dead too.

Beside her, Amara Ravenswood knelt carefully while helping stabilize her condition using acupuncture needles.

Several silver needles pierced key points near Yana’s shoulder and abdomen.

A faint medicinal fragrance spread softly around them.

"Miss Tyson, just sit here and rest without moving, or your internal injuries will worsen."

Seeing Yana Tyson’s murderous look, Amara Ravenswood quickly reminded her.

The petite girl frowned slightly.

Even she could feel the terrifying killing intent radiating from Yana now.

"Okay."

Yana Tyson reluctantly nodded.

But her eyes never left Lucas for even a second.

Her fingers slowly clenched tightly against her knees.

The memory of her father’s suffering flashed repeatedly through her mind.

The Tyson Family’s humiliation.

The betrayal.

The blood.

Everything traced back to Lucas.

Yana Tyson looked at Lucas with unwillingness.

Killing Evan was Julian D’Aurelius’s request.

And Lucas was her mortal enemy.

Since he showed up here today, she had to make sure he stayed and she killed him!