Volume 1: Entering the Mortal World Chapter 6: The Palace Struggle for Supremacy

  Knock knock knock, the sound of knocking on the door echoed outside the room. The boss's voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Vuitton, Prince Alstro's people have come to pick you up."

  What, it's already dawn, I struggled out of a pile of soft arms and legs, lazily stretching my waist. Last night was really crazy, my waist didn't rest all night, the techniques of these prostitutes were amazing, not only did their soft bodies twist like water snakes, but even calling them to get up made one's blood vessels burst with excitement, I couldn't help but want to keep going without stopping until it was almost dawn when I finally finished with the last woman. If my spirit wasn't strong, I probably wouldn't be able to walk now.

  I went downstairs and didn't expect the one who came to pick me up was Nadak. He looked a bit off today, he should be hating me to the bone, but now he's looking at me without any anger. He seemed to have some good news, his face was full of smugness, I wonder if his wife gave birth or did he make another fortune? I thought wildly all the way, following him to the center of Saint Mohan City - the Mosang Palace.

  The Mosan Wang Palace is the center of political power in all of Mosan. The ancient capital of Mosan can be said to have been a wise and benevolent ruler, under whose leadership the people lived in peace and stability. This was where he resided and handled affairs on a daily basis.

  "Captain Nadak!" The soldiers guarding the palace gates saluted Nadak, and it seemed that his position was quite high. After being let through by the soldiers, we entered the palace.

  This is my first time coming to such a noble place, and I couldn't help but look around. The entire palace was carved out of pure white marble, with magnificent palaces standing tall within the palace grounds, looking solemn and beautiful. After passing through a series of luxurious palace corridors, the beautiful royal garden appeared before my eyes, with various flowers showcasing their vibrant colors in the garden, rare animals frolicking freely among them, this place is like a paradise on earth.

  Before long, a square appeared before our eyes, with countless golden armored guards standing around the square to protect the safety of the people in the square. Now many tables have been set up in the square, and it seems that some kind of ritual is being held here.

  I was led into the arena by an attendant and seated at a table on the periphery, where most of the guests were warriors. One man in particular caught my eye - a tall, burly man with a thick beard and a massive greataxe slung over his back that was almost as big as he was. It would have been hard for anyone not to notice it. Anyone who could wield such a weapon in battle had to be a member of the Wolren tribe's warrior caste - a Berserker, and apparently one of the warriors scheduled to take the stage today. I wondered if our paths would cross.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, travelers from afar, welcome to my palace. On this special day, let us sincerely offer our blessings to the great god of the grasslands, Moho, and pray that he continues to grant us fertile land and eternal peace." At this time, Mosang King, seated at the center of the banquet, began to loudly extol the praises of Moho. I followed the sound and looked towards the center of the square, where I saw the ruler of the Mosang grasslands, who was probably around sixty years old, his exquisite golden brocade robe unable to conceal the whiteness of his hair, which gave him an air of age; the former eagle had lost its wings.

  On either side of him were the tables of two princes. It seems that the outside rumors that King Mosan liked the first prince more were not false, although both of their seats were closest to the ancient capital, but the first prince Arland was obviously closer to King Mosan than Alsto, and the grassland warrior from the ancient capital preferred his eldest son who was also a warrior over his younger son who was like a little white face.

  As I gazed at the table of Alstro, I suddenly felt a jolt throughout my body, and the image of a beautiful woman in queenly attire appeared before my eyes. I swear by the name of my most revered ancestors, this woman is the most beautiful one I have ever laid eyes on in my life. Her flowing golden hair cascaded down her smooth, fragrant shoulders. Her lovely face wore a faint smile, and when she smiled, two small dimples appeared. Her light blue eyes were so clear, without a hint of impurity.

  Is this still a mortal woman? It's simply a perfect and flawless work of art! Her pure white, elegant long dress is beautiful while subtly hinting at an alluring charm. Her skin is so crystal clear that it gives off a delicate feeling. The towering twin peaks, the slender waist that can't be grasped, and the plump buttocks are enough to spark endless fantasies in men. However, the faint smile on her delicate face is filled with a goddess-like elegance, simply a perfect combination of desire and purity. This beauty doesn't need to be asked, she must be the prairie's number one beauty, Xī Lín Nà.

  My eyes have been completely occupied by the shadow of this peerless beauty, and I couldn't hear a word of what King Mosan said next. Perhaps feeling my fiery and invasive gaze, Xilina inadvertently swept a glance in our direction.

  What beautiful eyes they are, even the water of Lake Begging can't compare to that pair of azure eyes in clarity, making one unconsciously sink into them, as if placed in a dream from which one never wants to wake up.

  Unfortunately, she quickly withdrew her gaze and never looked this way again. In my heart, I suddenly felt as if I had lost something. Such a beautiful woman, if only she could be mine, how wonderful that would be! Unconsciously, I cast a jealous glance at Alstro's eyes, who was able to sit with her and chat intimately.

  "It is now officially announced by me that the martial contest has begun. All you brave warriors, use your valiant martial arts to please the great Moho God!"

  While I was still indulging in my fantasy, the ancient city of Mosang had already ended its long song of praise and officially announced the start of the martial arts competition. The brave warriors recommended by the tribal officials rushed onto the arena set up on the square.

  The martial arts competition was extremely fierce, and the duel between the grassland people often ended in bloodshed, with deaths being a common occurrence. Now, in front of the King of Mosang, it was even more so - to lose would be to bring shame for the rest of one's life.

  In such a match, no one can stay on the stage for long. Often, a warrior has just managed to knock his opponent to the ground with great effort, only to be stabbed in the chest by the next challenger who jumps up. The longest-lasting person lasted only three rounds, swinging two knives, and finally faced the man I had just seen, Vollian's mad warrior.

  The dual-wielding warrior was extremely vigilant, seeing the terrifying giant weapon in his opponent's hand, and agilely chose to attack with a pincer movement, circling around him from all sides, never engaging in a fierce battle, as long as he saw an opening in his opponent, he would launch a lightning-fast attack.

  It has to be said that his strategy is very correct. In terms of strength, the Berserkers are undoubtedly the strongest people on the entire continent, second only to the Dragon Knights. Even among the Beastmen, only the War Giants can surpass them. To win against them, relying solely on a head-on confrontation is an absolutely foolish act.

  The warrior's patience seemed to be wearing thin, and with a loud roar, he swung his massive axe towards his opponent. The dual-wielding swordsman's eyes locked onto the moment, now! He swiftly sidestepped the incoming blow, his legs propelling him forward as he rapidly closed in on his opponent, his hands gripping his blades tightly, seemingly able to foresee the warrior's massive body being struck by the curved sword.

  Suddenly, a chill was felt in the waist, and his body seemed to have become very light, involuntarily flying up. When he was in mid-air, he turned back to look, only to see a blurry lower half of his body still remaining on the ground, after which everything went black.

  The entire arena fell silent, with everyone being shocked by the bloody scene and unable to speak. It turned out that just now, when the dual-wielding warrior dodged the axe's downward swing, the axe miraculously changed its trajectory, transforming from a loud vertical chop into a silent horizontal sweep, effortlessly cutting his opponent in half without any obstruction.

  "Wow~~~~ It's really too awesome!"

  A brief silence was followed by a huge cheer, the onlookers going wild for the display of sheer strength, the bloodlust seemingly exciting them even more. To these grassland people, the defeated side was nothing, not even death could move them, only the victorious side was worthy of praise.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, let's cheer for the brave warrior Sam recommended by Prince Arland! Look at his incredible strength! Is there anyone in this arena who can be his opponent?" The loud shout of the high-ranking official made everyone cheer again for the fighting demon standing in the arena, and many warriors who were recommended to come had already turned pale.

  "Wow…………" The crowd continued to exclaim as Sam split the third challenger in two, and from then on, no warrior dared to step up to face this terrifying monster. His strength was so great, yet his martial skills were so agile, a giant axe weighing nearly 200 kilograms was wielded by him like a light and nimble dagger. Who could possibly defeat such a guy?

  Looking at Sam's mighty figure in the arena, Arland said to King Mosan: "Your Majesty, this strong man from Volian is someone I met on the prairie when I was young. His martial arts skills are truly something I have rarely seen in my life, and even looking out at the vast prairie, there is no one more majestic than him. Therefore, I especially recommend him to Your Majesty."

  Alstro, who was sitting on one side, couldn't help but let out a cold snort: "Being strong is indeed being strong, but not necessarily if you can't find an opponent."

  "What did you say?!" Arland was openly slapped in the face by Alsto, and he burst into a rage: "Can you still find a braver warrior than him?"

  Here! As Alsto's gaze swept over, I knew my time to go on stage had arrived. No wonder Nadak's face was so happy today, he probably already knew that I would be fighting such a monster, in his mind, of course, I would be cut into two segments by that guy, but will it really be like that?

  As expected, Alsto said to the old capital: "Father king, I recently found a rare brave man in the imperial city. His martial arts are high and few can match him. I recommend the night tribe warrior Vite from the Lost Forest!"

  Hearing my name, I strode towards the stage and stood opposite Sam.

  "Wow! Even people from the Night Clan have come to participate in the martial arts competition!"

  "Look at him, his hair and eyes are all black, indeed a favorite of the night"

  "I don't know how fierce night owls can be"

  The people on the scene couldn't help but discuss me in a flurry. The Night Clan had always lived in the Lost Forest, and the Mosan army had once tried to conquer them, but the terrifying Lost Forest swallowed up countless brave warriors who dared to invade. The Mosan people, accustomed to fighting on horseback, were unable to ride horses in the dense forest, and they were constantly attacked by various ferocious beasts while walking. The Night Clan's cold arrows made countless brave and skilled warriors fall forever in the underbrush. They had tried to set fire to the forest, but the damp wood couldn't be ignited at all. In this treacherous environment, diseases brought by mosquitoes, and getting lost in the vast forest, only a handful of people survived out of the 80,000 soldiers who entered the forest.

  From then on, the Lost Forest became a forbidden zone for Mosan, and only a few merchants who had gained the trust of the Night Clan could move freely in and out. The various customs of the Night Clan that they spread made the Night Clan people shrouded in an air of mystery.

  "Oh? A nightwalker? Haha, even a nightwalker has come here, the Grassland God Moho will be even more delighted." The ancient capital was overjoyed, while Arunde on the side had a gloomy face and secretly made a killing gesture towards Sam.

  "You little brat, no matter what kind of trash you are from which race, your blood will be stained on my axe!" The arrogant words came out of his ugly big mouth. If it weren't for the palace rules forbidding bows and arrows, I would have shot an arrow through that big tongue of his long ago.

  "The duel begins!" The imperial guard announced the start of our life-or-death battle. I drew my curved sword and sized up my opponent's physique, who was more than two meters tall, nearly half a head taller than me. His body was full of knotted muscles bursting with explosive power, his strong arms grasping a long, gigantic war axe that shone with a dark luster, indicating it was made entirely of metal, its weight imaginable.

  As I was sizing him up, Sam launched a preemptive attack. "Hah!" he bellowed, his massive axe whipping through the air with tremendous force, seemingly intent on cleaving me in two from head to toe.

  Facing the giant axe that was rapidly approaching, I didn't move a muscle, as if I had been frightened stiff. The surrounding crowd seemed to have already anticipated the bloody scene unfolding before them and involuntarily burst into cheers, even Sam revealed a hint of a triumphant smile.

  "What!?" An incredulous voice rang out, and the giant axe halted its descent just a hair's breadth from my face. I pinched the blade of the axe between two fingers, although Sam across from me was straining with effort, but the axe held in place by me didn't budge an inch.

  Looking at Sam, who was already flushed with exhaustion, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Was this the greatest strength humanity had to offer? Even the Gnasher's strength surpassed his. With a flick of my finger, Sam, who was struggling to retrieve his axe, suddenly felt an irresistible force coming from above, and for a moment, he lost control, and the giant axe swung back towards him.

  Sam dodged just in time, his head spinning with the strong gust of wind brought by the giant axe flying past his ear. What kind of strange power was this?

  "What are you thinking?" I appeared silently in front of him. "Not good!" Sam, who had lost his weapon, immediately sensed the danger and hastily retreated, trying to dodge my attack, but it was too late.

  "Hmph!" I sheathed my curved sword.

  At this time, Sam, who had been retreating fiercely, suddenly stopped and stared at the bloodstains slowly appearing on his chest. Whoosh! Fresh blood suddenly sprayed out from his chest in a cross shape, it turned out that I had just slashed two knives on his chest with a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye, his heart, lungs, and blood vessels were all severed by me from inside his body.

  "Why...it had to be like this..." As life slipped away with the massive blood loss, Sam could no longer hold on and slowly fell down. After uttering his last words in reluctance, his sharp eyes finally lost their luster. This fierce warrior who might have been invincible on the battlefield didn't even have time to go berserk before losing his life on this small stage.

  For a moment, the entire banquet hall fell silent, as if everyone had seen something unbelievable.