Chapter 584 Thankfully not

Chapter 584 Thankfully not

Someone softly touched Kyle's back, prompting him to turn around and discover Yue standing there, wearing a smile.

"Don't push it too far; the shadow generals pose a serious threat. Let's steer clear of stirring them up for now since they hold more power than us."

Kyle's expression softened.

"I was simply feeling a bit playful after meeting the others... but rest assured, I'm fully aware of my actions."

His soft eyes hardened as he felt the eyes on him shift towards Yue. Immediately, the corners of his mouth drooped. Despite having everything planned, he doesn't want the shadow generals or anyone else targeting those he holds dear.

'A bunch of bastards... I'm the one provoking them, so they should focus only on me, not on anyone else. But it's not like I can expect them to leave the others alone just because I want them to.'

Yue blinked as he glanced away with a frown, and before she could inquire about what happened, Kyle began to levitate. In that precise moment, Kyle's voice resonated in her mind.

'Let's talk later and give it your all.'

She looked at his retreating figure, and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips. It seems he doesn't want the focus of the two shadow generals to turn towards her.

Lara and Mia exchanged glances with her, and after bidding goodbye to Nox and Bia, who were sitting on Zron's shoulder, she started floating with the two women to locate her own stage where she would encounter her first opponent.

Kyle, who had already found his stage but was still awaiting his opponent, was taken aback when Carcel's floating form halted above his stage. He arched a brow and gestured to the back of his hand.

"Same stage?"

He paused for a second.

"I think the difference between us wouldn't be that significant because ultimately, we are both at the same rank."

Kyle's eyes flickered with a mischievous glint as he heard the golden-haired man.

"Oh, why not, sure."

Both Carcel's and Kyle's opponents were ticked off by the duo's behavior, as the two men were busy in their own conversation, completely disregarding their opponents as if they could easily eliminate them. As the illusory figures on both platforms signaled the beginning of the battles, a thunderous boom reverberated through the air. Carcel and his opponent who were still rooted in their spots, were distracted by the sound. But before they could even turn to look at the source of the noise, Kyle's opponent was already hurled off the stage.

A painful cry echoed in the air, startling Carcel and his opponent out of their daze. The duo watched as the illusionary figure on Kyle's stage declared him the winner. A dry smile appeared on the golden-haired man's face... it appeared he had lost even before the competition started.

Carcel and his opponent weren't the only ones affected by Kyle's sudden burst of strength. Everyone on the nearby stages was also taken aback by the swift and victory the silver-haired man secured.

Kyle shot a final smirk at Carcel and floated off to locate his next opponent, hoping for a swift match without much delay and an empty stage for his upcoming battle. In the meantime, all the people sitting behind Old Hal, who had been eyeing Kyle intently this time to figure out just how strong he was to act so cocky and why in the world the arena had showered him with so many extra points, all murmur in bewilderment.

"What on earth? Did he really win... in the blink of an eye?"

"Why is his agility so off the charts?"

"No, it's not just agility; his strength must be insane as well, or he would not have sent his opponent flying with a single punch."

"But he's only divine rank, right? So, how..."