Awakening of the Mind Sovereign-Chapter 38: I’m tired of this

The sound of battle echoed through the grand arena, where sects of various ranks clashed in epic confrontations. The sky was filled with the cries of the crowd, while the ground trembled under the weight of violent footsteps. This was the most anticipated day, where the fate of the sects would be decided, and the strongest among them would be determined.

Excerpts from the Duel – Fourth-Rank Sects

In the midst of the arena, filled with clashing energy auras, the most powerful warriors from the fourth-rank sects stood face to face. In this battle, there was no room for weakness, for the loser would have no second chance.

The first battle commenced between the Sky Cloud Sect and the Black Flame Sect. The leader of the Black Flame Sect, a man with blazing red hair, stood surrounded by a terrifying fiery aura, while his opponent from the Sky Cloud Sect faced him with a cold smile.

"Fire?" scoffed the Sky Cloud Sect fighter. "It won't be enough to stop me."

He raised his hand, and the sky exploded with a massive flash of lightning, filling the air with terrifying electric charges. In an instant, the lightning surged down toward the battlefield, while flames flared up, trying to block it—but the power of the lightning was far more savage.

The Black Flame leader screamed as he collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing under the lethal shock. In the end, he lay motionless, announcing the victory of the Sky Cloud Sect in this round.

The Duel Between Third-Rank Sects

In the third-rank battles, the competition was even fiercer. One of the matches pitted the Silent Shadow Sect against the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The Silent Shadow Sect warrior moved with ghostly speed, appearing only as a dark blur shifting between the shadows, while the Heavenly Sword Sect fighter gripped his radiant sword, anticipating every strike and trying to counter them.

But suddenly, the Silent Shadow warrior appeared behind him, his shadowy blade slicing through the air toward his neck.

At the last moment, the Heavenly Sword fighter spun around, using his sword to parry the attack, his blade igniting with lethal blue energy.

An explosion of energy erupted, sending the Silent Shadow warrior tumbling backward, his defenses shattered by the Heavenly Sword. In the end, the Heavenly Sword Sect was declared victorious amid the cheers of the audience.

The Duel Between Second-Rank Sects

These battles were even bloodier. There was no room for retreat, as everyone knew that the sects at this rank were close to reaching the pinnacle.

The most famous duel in this round was between the Celestial Dragon Sect and the Iron Storm Sect.

The Celestial Dragon Sect fighter stepped forward, his eyes glowing with boundless power. Suddenly, he let out a thunderous roar, and a massive dragon-shaped shadow formed behind him, opening its maw to unleash a deadly golden vortex of energy.

The Iron Storm Sect warrior did not back down. He stomped on the ground, and the battlefield exploded with the force of a violent storm, making everyone feel as if they were standing in the middle of a raging hurricane.

But...

In a split second, the energy dragon pierced through the storm, detonating with a force that sent the Iron Storm warrior flying backward, his body hitting the ground, motionless.

"Winner—Celestial Dragon Sect!"

The Final Duel – First-Rank Sects

Now... it was time for the strongest sects, those who stood at the peak of the world. This was the most crucial battle, as it would determine the true ruler.

The Crimson Moon Sect versus the Dark Star Sect.

The Crimson Moon fighter, a young man with silver hair and glowing eyes, stood confidently, gazing at his opponent from the Dark Star Sect—a tall man surrounded by a sinister black aura.

"Let's finish this quickly," said the Crimson Moon fighter as he raised his hand, lunar energy beginning to condense around him.

The Dark Star fighter merely smirked. "Don't be so eager to die."

Then, suddenly...

The battle erupted!

The Crimson Moon's attacks were swift and destructive, but whenever they neared the Dark Star fighter, they vanished, as if swallowed by the void.

"What...?"

The Dark Star fighter appeared behind him, whispering in a low voice:

"You are indeed strong, but you don't understand... darkness devours everything."

Before the Crimson Moon fighter could respond, a black dagger pierced his chest. He staggered back, his eyes widening before he collapsed onto the ground.

"Winner—Dark Star Sect!"

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Amidst the bloodstained arena, where the sects clashed, Eliot stood in the background, silent, his eyes closed beneath the black blindfold that had concealed his true identity for years. He watched the battle unfold, saw the sects fall one after another, heard the dying screams, and witnessed the piling corpses, yet he showed no reaction.

Then suddenly, as the Dark Star Sect celebrated its victory, he spoke in a calm voice that carried within it a world-shaking storm:

"I'm tired of this..."

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The moment his words were uttered, silence fell. Everyone turned toward him—even the sect master, Kyber, Elder Gao Bi, and all the remaining disciples stared at him in shock.

Slowly, he raised his hand to the black blindfold that had hidden a part of his being for decades. With a simple gesture, he removed it.

Two crimson flashes burst from his eyes, like twin infernal flames unleashed upon the world. The air itself froze, and the sky turned crimson as if burning from within.

"I'm tired of watching."

His words were not mere sounds, but deadly energy—unseen waves of terror swept through the arena. Even the strongest warriors felt a shiver run down their spines.

Then, in a cold, indifferent tone, he spoke:

"Die."

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The Massacre

There was no warning. No time to escape.

The moment Eliot uttered his word, bodies exploded as if an invisible force had torn them apart from within.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Warriors' bodies burst, their remains scattering everywhere, blood soaking the ground, and heads flying through the air like ripe fruit before crashing down.

Even the sect master—one of the strongest warriors in the world—could not resist the internal explosion that shredded his body. His eyes were filled with horror as he watched himself break apart piece by piece before vanishing in a flash of blood.

Kyber, who had always been the composed man with the enigmatic smile, didn't even have time to raise his sword before his veins erupted, his bones collapsing beneath his skin, his body crumbling like a shattered puppet.

As for Elder Gao Bi, who had believed he understood the essence of life and death, his final scream was the most terrifying thing that day. He tried to cast a defensive technique, but his body decayed rapidly, turning to ash before he could even finish his last incantation.

Even his disciple did not survive.

Eliot stood in the middle of the carnage, his gaze as cold as death itself.

And in an instant, the disciple's body exploded too, unable to let out even a single scream.

Nothing remained.

There were no survivors.

The ground was drenched in blood, and the corpses no longer resembled humans—they were nothing more than scattered lumps of flesh.

Eliot stood amid the destruction, completely alone. There was no emotion in his crimson eyes—no anger, no sorrow, no regret.

There was only emptiness.

Then, quietly, he turned his back and began walking away, leaving behind a scene that the world would never forget.