The arena buzzed with excitement, spectators still reeling from the power they had just witnessed.
"A single arrow... Who said Huang doesn't have strong moves? I want to fight him!" someone shouted.
"Look at the state of the arena! If Nie Yang wasn't there to stop it, imagine the disaster that could've unfolded," another added, shaking their head.
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"I don't think many veterans could stand against him," said a seasoned fighter in the crowd, eyes wide with awe.
"I'm excited to see him climb the tower," someone murmured as the conversations and rumors spread like wildfire.
Meanwhile, Yan Jin walked through the shadowy corridors of the arena, indifferent to the hushed voices around him. As he made his way toward the exit, a figure stood waiting in the dim light at a corner. Yan Jin didn't bother stopping, only muttering a warning as he passed, "If you're here to provoke me, this really isn't the day."
The figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing Zhang Chi, his face calm and composed. "Let's talk," Zhang Chi said simply.
Yan Jin halted briefly, glancing at him before replying, "I'm listening."
"Not here. Follow me," Zhang Chi replied, leading the way.
They walked through the busy streets, dodging the bustling crowds, before turning down an alley. The further they walked, the quieter it became. Finally, they reached a narrow, deserted street where Zhang Chi knocked on a stone wall three times.
A hidden door slid open.
They stepped into a dimly lit underground world—a marketplace bustling with activity. It was the Treasure Pavilion Division, a secretive hub where those in the know traded rare artifacts, contraband, and knowledge. The area had a maze-like quality, with vendors set up along narrow walkways, selling everything from ancient scrolls to mythical beast parts.
"I sense potential in you," Zhang Chi said, leaning forward. "Maybe even greater than He Chen's. If you can kill Nie Yang, you'd not only rid yourself of the Golden Warriors, but you'd weaken the pact that binds us all here. He Chen could free himself, and the rest of us could be free of this endless torment."
"Coward! if you want to use my rage against Nie Yang to free yourself, go ahead! I was going to kill him weather you edge me on or not. If you want to expediate the process give me five hundred thousands babel point I will pay you back in six month."
" Do you have a plan?"
"I do, when I return there will be no Golden warrior left in the tower." He said releasing a terrifying aura in the room.
"Give me a few days to Gather the funds" Zhang Chi replied.
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When Yan Jin returned to his room, he was met with a hollow emptiness. The cage where Scara had been was gone, and the only trace left was the silent reminder of what had been taken from him. His chest tightened, and an intense wave of rage surged through him.
He began trashing the room, smashing everything in sight with a force that rattled the walls. Every broken piece echoed his own frustration. He had always been harsh on himself, striving for perfection and power, but now it felt worse—rage amplifying the feeling of helplessness. For the first time since his arrival in this world, he was overwhelmed by a panic attack.
His breath became shallow, his heart pounding like it would burst from his chest. He dropped to his knees, his mind racing with thoughts of failure.
Through the chaos of emotions, he couldn't help but laugh bitterly, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "How ironic," he muttered. "Even with all this power, I still feel weak."
He sat there for hours, breathing deeply, trying to release the anger that kept tightening its grip on him. Gradually, he began to calm down, forcing himself to focus on the next steps. There was still a mission ahead, and time was precious.
For five days, Yan Jin remained in the room, meditating and preparing, waiting for the rage to subside and for his path to become clear again. Finally, Zhang Chi arrived, breaking the silence with the news he had been waiting for.
"The funds are ready," Zhang Chi announced.
Yan Jin rose to his feet, determined. "Good. Let's begin."