Alpha Reborn!

Evan continued, "I have nothing to fear from a mere awakened. But you should know that a Duel of Obedience with me is not something to be taken lightly. If you lose, you will be bound to serve me for a period of no less than ten years. And during that time, you will be at my beck and call like a loyal dog. Do you still dare to challenge me?"

Without hesitation, Eric met Evan\'s gaze with a determined look. "Why not, Your Highness?" he answered, his voice steady and unwavering. "Serving you is a lifetime opportunity, and being served by you is an unthinkable dream coming true. I do dare, and I accept the terms of the Duel. I pledge to obey your every command if I am defeated. And I will make you do the same if I defeat you."

"Good!" Evan bellowed, his eyes gleaming with anger. Thinking back to what he had just heard filled him with a seething rage. How dare this insignificant pup from the Frostweavers, a family that had long relied on the Frost Family for their survival, attempt to enslave him? The audacity of it all was almost too much to bear.

His nostrils flared as he stalked towards Eric, his powerful frame radiating an aura of pure menace. It was so menacing that it made a young cultivator piss his pants.

Everyone moved away from the pant pisses in disgust.

"How could he have such a thick killing intent at such a young age? It feels like it would materialize and leave a massacre in its wake at any moment," thought a man dressed in black, who was watching the fun from a distance.

Each step Evan took left frost on the ground,

It was a testament to the sheer magical power he possessed.

He stopped as he towered over Eric, glaring down at him with eyes that seemed to blaze with an intense fire. "Get up on stage, Eric!" Evan bellowed, his voice ringing out like a clap of thunder that slapped Eric silly for a moment. "Let\'s see what you\'re really made of."

Not just Eric, but everyone on the scene could feel the scorn in his voice. Just by his behavior alone, they could tell that he held nothing but utter contempt for the older man!

pαndα`noνɐ1--сoМ Eric felt a chill run down his spine at the sheer force of Evan\'s anger. He had never seen him like this before, and it was clear that things were about to get ugly. But so what? He had to beat him up. He didn\'t have any personal hatred for Evan, But he was determined to be ruthless to him as that was the only way to gain his Father\'s recognization. He had to defeat Evan, no matter the cost, as there won\'t come another opportunity that he could grasp to impress his father and make him look his way.

Steeling himself, Eric slowly stepped up onto the stage, his eyes fixed firmly on Evan, who stared back with a bone-chilling gaze.

The air was thick with tension as the two men faced off, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. It was clear that neither of them was willing to back down, and that this was going to be a fight to the bitter end.

"Shall we start, your highness?" Eric asked.

Evan shook his head and exclaimed, "The fight shall begin at the count of three! Who is willing to do the countdown?!"

The entire crowd stood up to help.

As the crowd was counting to three, Evan put away his weapon.

"Why did you put it away?" Eric asked.

"Why would I use a magic weapon to slaughter a pig when a butcher\'s knife is enough?" Evan questioned in return, a taunting smirk playing on his lips.

Eric also put away his weapon in his spatial storage, retorting, "I will also not use my Flesh Crusher to squash an ant to death."

Evan showed a fierce expression outside, but internally he was laughing.

He thought: My plan worked. Ahh, he is too easy to fool. Is it because he is a child who never received the love of his parents? Pitiful. But I am not going to pull back my punches.

The second the countdown finished, Eric, without closing the distance between him and Evan, began swinging his fists in a series of powerful blows, each one creating a powerful shockwave that surged forward, threatening to crash on Evan.

"Is that...?" one person gasped.

"It is! Eric is using the \'Shockwave Assault\' technique!" exclaimed another.

"The \'Shockwave Assault\' technique? I heard that\'s one of the most difficult techniques to master for cultivators in the first realm as it requires intense physical training and the ability to channel your soul energy with precision and control!" a third person chimed in. "Eric must have worked tirelessly to perfect it."

"His Highness is in trouble now!" Vikhilk said, anticipating how Evan would respond.

Immediately he was pinched by Annika, who glared at him, "Don\'t jinx it."

Evan smirked as the shockwaves created by Eric punching the air approached him. They seemed slow as F**k in his eyes.

With lightning-fast reflexes and unparalleled agility, he dodged the shockwaves with the grace of a dancer. They crashed into where he once stood, destroying the spot.

Eric continued punching the air, releasing shockwaves that closed in on Evan from different directions. However, with a quick step to the left, a leap to the right, and a graceful duck, Evan avoided every one of Eric\'s deadly blows, moving with an almost inhuman swiftness that left Eric gasping for air.

The onlookers could hardly believe their eyes. The powerful offensive-soul technique that could smash boulders into smithereens from a distance was nullified just like that?! Speed was all Evan needed to overcome one of the greatest low-level techniques of the Frostweavers!

"Eric mastered a strong technique, but it\'s useless against his highness since he is so fast that it can\'t even brush past him, much less touch him!" Ylva chuckled.