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"We still got a good chunk of time left before this crazy inheritance war wraps up. There's still a chance to fight for some changes, you know?" Keldor said.

"Father, should I go and challenge his highness Evan?" Mathew asked uncertainly.

Nicholas said, "Hold up, Mathew. Dante, I want you to go and take on Evan head-on first. Push him to show off every damn skill he's got so Mathew here can take notes. Also, wear him down so Mathew can have the upper hand when he faces him. Mathew, keep a close eye on their brawl. You'll know which tricks to banish when it's your turn against Evan, if you decide to go for it.

"Understood, pops." Mathew nodded. One thing that should be mentioned is that he really respected Nicholas. It was because of his continous support that his dear mother was kept alive, after all.

'That twisted bastard finally decided to throw me to the wolves.' Dante silently cursed Nicholas.

Nicholas was pitting Dante against Evan for Mathew's benefit. What a sick son of a gun!

Dante maintained a stoic expression, however, hiding his true emotions. He didn't show any of his feelings on his face.

He proceeded to step onto the stage, challenging Evan.

Evan promptly leaped onto the stage in response.

In that very moment, Dante launched an attack. A massive wolf, formed from ink, erupted out of Dante's shadow and pounced on Evan.

Evan swiftly swung his sword, slicing the ink wolf in half. The creature exploded into a chaotic mess of ink. Employing his quick step skill, Evan skillfully evaded being splattered by the ink.

"I advise you to go all out starting now or you won't have the chance to Evan mockingly remarked.

"I advise you to go all out starting now or you won't have the chance," Evan mockingly remarked.

Dante looked undeterred by Evan's taunting, but he was really shaken. The ink wolf was as powerful as a level 10 beast, yet Evan took it out with a single blow. Evan was ridiculously powerful. How does one win against a monster like that?

He responded, "Oh, don't you worry. I've been saving my best for this very moment."

Evan grinned.

"Bring it on, Dante. Show me what you've got."

"As you wish."

Without hesitation, Dante tapped into the power of his skill crystal, unleashing its potential and summoning dozens of ink beasts.

"Summoning dozens of level 10 beasts in an instant. That's quite powerful!"

The spectators gasped in astonishment as they witnessed Evan being surrounded by this formidable army of ink creatures.

"No way a Soul Manifestation Realm cultivator can overcome this," someone in the stands murmured, expressing their disbelief.

Whoosh!

Without hesitation, all the ink beasts lunged at Evan, ready to overwhelm him. However, Evan appeared unworried, as if he was not the one facing imminent danger.

Seeing them approach, He raised his gleaming white sword high, its entire blade blazing with a vibrant blue hue

Thunderous Blade Wave!

In a split second, he swung his sword down, releasing an arc of icy energy. The arc possessed an extraordinary sharpness and power, accompanied by an intense coldness. Anything it touched was instantly cleaved apart. The dozens of beasts that had leaped towards Evan were swiftly sliced in two, their frozen forms disintegrating faster than the naked eye could follow.

The icy arc surged forward, heading straight towards the summoner of the ink beasts.

Dante, taken aback, did not anticipate his ultimate move to be demolished with such ease. Caught off guard, his life-saving pendant shattered, and in an instant, he was teleported out of the arena, escaping the imminent danger.

The individual who had confidently believed that Evan would inevitably lose fell silent, a sense of embarrassment washing over him. Realizing his error, he sheepishly admitted, "Okay, I take back what I said."

After emerging victorious in the match, Evan claimed his hard-earned right to demand anything from Dante's guardian. 

In the esteemed Imperial Frost Clan, the guardian holding this significant role was none other than Sam, the seventh seat of the Council of Elders.

Sam, a man in his thirties, possessed a plump figure that left no clear distinction between his neck and face. It appeared as though he lacked a neck altogether, with his face seamlessly melding into his shoulders.

While he lacked exceptional talent, Sam had secured his position through his influential connections. His father had previously held the prestigious seventh seat, and upon retiring, he had passed on this mantle to Sam.

Sam, acknowledging Evan's victory, inquired with curiosity, "What is it that you seek from me, Your Highness?"

Evan looked at him with a sharp gaze, and Sam felt a chill go up his spine. Sam felt as if he had read like an open book!

Name: Sam Realm: Soul Embodiment Realm (Middle Stages) Strength: 140 Agility: 135 Stamina: 130

Defensive Soul Plate: Turtle Shell

Skill Crystals:

Ink Manipulation - Allows control over ink-based creatures and formations.

Shadow Step - Enables swift movement through shadows, granting enhanced mobility.

Illusionary Veil - Creates illusions to confuse opponents and evade attacks.

Background: Sam, the son of the previous seventh seat of the Elder Council, harbored deep-seated jealousy towards his immensely talented twin brother. Consumed by his own feelings of inferiority, Sam committed a heinous act when they were mere children, orchestrating his brother's demise and disguising it as a tragic accident. The tragic incident was accepted as a camping mishap, with authorities attributing it to a Shadow Bear attack. No one suspected a six-year-old to be capable of such malevolence.

The death of his brother didn't bring his any joy. His parents were so lost in mourning the death of the talented twin that they forgot to show him any love. 

This caused his inferiority complex to deepen.

Haunted by an overwhelming inferiority complex, Sam was driven to seek greater power. 

In his relentless pursuit, he resorted to conducting cruel experiments, and it was through these nefarious endeavors that Dante came into existence.

Dante, unknowingly, became the pinnacle of Sam's experiments, possessing a lifeline intricately tied to Sam's own machinations.