The Hidden Fang Revealing Itself

At this moment, Evan was already outside the Lockheart Family Martial Arts Hall.

Morning sunlight spilled across the stone courtyard outside the massive building, reflecting against the crimson banners hanging beside the entrance. Ancient-style lanterns swayed gently beneath the breeze while dozens of luxury vehicles lined the road below the mountain path leading toward the hall.

The entire atmosphere carried an invisible pressure.

Today was not merely an Ancient Martial Arts Conference.

Today was a battlefield hidden beneath smiles.

Beside Evan stood Lina Ashford and Liza Voss.

Today, both women wore casual clothes instead of their usual disguises.

Lina’s long green hair flowed behind her shoulders like silk touched by jade light. She wore a fitted white shirt tucked into tight blue jeans that wrapped around her voluptuous curves perfectly. The soft fabric stretched across her massive boobs, the faint outline of her bra subtly visible beneath the thin material. Her narrow waist curved sharply into her wide hips and thick thighs, making even simple clothing appear dangerously alluring.

Beside her, Liza looked equally eye-catching.

Her long black hair was still slightly damp from her morning shower, falling naturally over her shoulders. She wore a black fitted shirt paired with dark jeans that hugged her petite but incredibly enticing figure. Though her boobs was much smaller than Lina’s, her slim waist and exaggerated peach-shaped hips created a figure impossible to ignore.

The two women stood quietly behind Evan.

Their expressions remained calm.

But deep inside, both felt disgusted standing beside him.

Especially after learning the truth from Julian D’Aurelius.

Still, neither revealed anything.

"I’ll need you to stay here today. If Lucas tries to escape, you two are responsible for holding him back," he instructed them.

His voice carried absolute confidence.

As though everything today was already under his control.

The two women exchanged a subtle glance before answering together.

"Understood, Dragon King."

Their voices sounded respectful.

Their faces even showed traces of killing intent.

Seeing their determination, Evan became extremely satisfied.

That was the spirit he wanted.

Absolute obedience.

Absolute efficiency.

Only people like that deserved to remain by his side.

"Good," Evan said while folding his hands behind his back. "Once today ends, Valemont’s Old Martial Arts world will belong to me."

A cold smile appeared on his face.

The morning wind blew past his coat.

His eyes carried arrogance impossible to conceal.

After arranging everything with the two women, he headed into the Lockheart Family Martial Arts Hall.

As he entered, Charvi Lockheart was already waiting near the entrance personally.

The middle-aged man immediately walked over with a respectful smile.

"Young Master Evan."

His tone carried visible reverence now.

Not long ago, he still viewed Evan as merely a powerful junior.

But after personally witnessing his terrifying methods and strength...

Fear had already replaced caution.

"Are they here?" Evan asked directly.

"The Tyson Family is all here, but I haven’t seen the person you mentioned."

"Haven’t seen him?"

Evan narrowed his eyes slightly before sneering.

"He must be hiding in disguise. That useless junior of mine loves staying in the shadows."

His voice carried obvious disdain when speaking about Lucas.

Then he casually walked forward with his hands behind his back.

"No matter. As long as I show myself, he’ll take the bait."

A faint murderous intent flashed inside his eyes.

He wanted Lucas dead today.

Completely dead.

Not injured.

Not defeated.

Dead.

And he knew Lucas definitely wanted to kill him too.

That junior brother of his had always hidden his ambitions behind a calm face.

But Evan understood him too well.

"With his arrogant nature," Evan thought inwardly, "he definitely won’t miss this chance."

The corners of his mouth slowly rose.

What Lucas did not know...

Was that Evan had already stepped into peak Silver Realm strength.

That breakthrough alone had already changed everything.

If it were a one-on-one battle, Evan could not guarantee absolute victory against Lucas.

But today?

Today was different.

Most of the people gathered here were already under his control.

Some through poison.

Some through fear.

Some through the terrifying Bright Life Sucking Leach technique.

Facing dozens of Old Martial Arts experts together with him...

Unless Lucas had somehow reached Gold Realm...

He would never leave this place alive.

"If you dare show yourself today," Evan thought coldly, "not even a deity will save you."

The Martial Arts Hall today appeared especially lively.

Servants continuously carried trays of tea and snacks throughout the hall while various Old Martial Arts families gathered together in groups.

Yet beneath the apparent harmony...

Everyone could sense something strange.

The air itself felt heavy.

Some people whispered quietly.

Others observed the surroundings cautiously.

Especially those secretly controlled by Evan.

Their expressions remained ugly from beginning to end.

No one liked having their life controlled by another person.

But none dared resist.

Not after witnessing Evan’s methods.

Soon, once everyone had gathered inside the Martial Arts Hall, the Lockheart Family officially began hosting the conference.

As patriarch of the host family, Charvi Lockheart stepped onto the elevated stage at the center arena.

He wore a dark martial robe embroidered with golden patterns while smiling warmly toward the audience.

"Everyone," he began loudly, "welcome to this year’s Ancient Martial Arts Conference."

Polite applause echoed around the hall.

Charvi continued speaking with the usual ceremonial tone, talking about unity among Valemont’s Old Martial Arts forces, mutual progress, and honoring tradition.

Most people listened absentmindedly.

The real reason everyone came here...

Was the fighting.

After the speech concluded, representatives from the various forces began preparing for the competition.

According to tradition, lots would determine opponents.

Naturally, the Lockheart Family’s representative this year...

Was Evan himself.

The moment his name was announced, many people immediately focused their attention toward him.

Some were curious.

Some were cautious.

Some felt pressure merely from his presence.

Soon, the lots were drawn.

Evan’s opponent was Caviar, patriarch of the Earth Muscle Martial School.

The Earth Muscle Martial School was considered a well-known force within Valemont’s Old Martial Arts world, and Caviar himself was a Silver Realm expert with considerable reputation.

Unfortunately...

He was also one of Evan’s controlled pawns.

The moment Caviar realized his opponent was Evan, his face visibly stiffened.

He slowly stepped onto the stage while suppressing bitterness in his heart.

Across from him, Evan stood calmly with one hand behind his back.

His posture alone radiated overwhelming confidence.

"Please, enlighten me," Caviar said respectfully while clasping his fists before launching the first attack.

His movements were fast.

His palm techniques struck sharply through the air.

But everyone quickly realized something strange.

Evan was not attacking seriously at all.

Instead, he casually defended while occasionally speaking.

"Your lower stance is unstable."

"Too much force in the shoulder."

"You waste movement during transitions."

His tone resembled that of a master instructing a student.

The audience gradually became stunned.

Every single attack from Caviar was easily neutralized.

No unnecessary movement.

No wasted energy.

Evan handled everything effortlessly.

Several younger martial artists stared with widened eyes.

"This..."

"How strong is he?"

"He’s suppressing a Silver Realm expert this easily?"

Even many older experts became serious.

Especially those unaware of Evan’s identity.

They originally assumed he was merely a talented junior supported by the Lockheart Family.

But now?

His displayed strength already surpassed Yana Tyson in many people’s eyes.

Meanwhile, those who knew his true cultivation remained unsurprised.

Peak Silver Realm.

That level alone was enough to dominate nearly the entire Old Martial Arts world of Valemont.

The gap between realms was absolute.

Especially near the peak.

On the Tyson Family side, Yana Tyson quietly watched the stage while lightly gripping her phone beneath the table.

Her bright orange eyes occasionally swept across the crowd.

Still no sign of Julian D’Aurelius.

That bastard...

Where exactly was he?

Yet strangely enough...

Despite the tension inside the hall, merely thinking about Julian made her feel calmer.

Especially when she remembered his confident smile.

And those shameless inner thoughts only she could hear.

The corner of her lips unconsciously twitched upward slightly.

Then she immediately suppressed it.

On the stage, the battle continued for nearly three minutes.

Or more accurately...

A one-sided performance continued.

Finally, Evan moved.

His palm suddenly struck forward with explosive force.

Boom!

A powerful burst of internal energy erupted outward.

Caviar’s face instantly turned pale as his body flew backward before crashing heavily outside the arena.

The entire Martial Arts Hall became silent for a moment.

What terrifying strength.

Evan slowly withdrew his hand before smiling calmly.

Then he clasped his fists toward the audience politely.

His gaze slowly shifted toward the Tyson Family section.

Today, the Tyson Family representative was Yana Tyson.

So where exactly was Lucas hiding?

Could it be that he had already sensed Evan’s preparations and no longer dared act rashly?