Chapter 57: Miya’s Voice

’That...’

Enzo noticed something different.

The black sword symbol seemed to spread killing intent toward both fighters the moment they started moving.

And then, their eyes became incredibly savage.

The large man swung both of his axes at Alexander Arnold.

However, half of the latter’s body—the upper half targeted by the two axes—suddenly turned into smoke, causing both axes to pass straight through without hitting anything.

While the large man was stunned, Alexander Arnold’s body returned to normal, and his hand moved swiftly, sending his knife toward the large man’s neck.

It was so fast that Enzo thought it was impossible to dodge.

Even though they were at the same level, Alexander Arnold seemed much stronger.

Shua!

The knife actually pierced the large man’s neck.

If it had only been the knife, it might not have been enough to penetrate all the way through the back of his neck. However, Alexander Arnold’s hand also pierced straight through his neck.

The large man’s eyes widened as he stared at the small man in disbelief.

BANG!

He fell a moment later.

"What the hell?"

"He died so quickly."

"Is this really a battle between people of the same level?"

"This Enzo Muller guy was so arrogant, but it turns out he’s that weak."

"Damn it, useless. I bet on him losing, but I also bet that he’d last more than ten minutes."

"Damn it, my neighbor is also named Enzo Muller and he’s just as arrogant. I’ll beat him up tomorrow."

"If I meet a civil service applicant named Enzo tomorrow, I’m rejecting him."

"..."

Enzo could not care less about the words of the people who had lost their bets.

He watched the killing intent return to the black sword.

And it seemed to have become stronger, perhaps because it had absorbed the killing intent of the large man, which had practically reached its peak just before his death.

But Enzo was not entirely sure what benefit this would bring.

The host clapped his hands and approached Alexander Arnold.

"Congratulations. You’ve successfully advanced to the next round, but don’t get too happy yet. Your next opponent will definitely be formidable," he said.

The man did not respond. He simply turned toward the door he had entered through.

The host then ordered two security guards to carry away the corpse of Enzo Muller, who had received the audience’s curses.

"Everyone, I apologize for this short battle, but there’s nothing I can say about it. Battles between Cultivators are always full of surprises. Please wait another 30 minutes for the next battle; we’ll hand out snacks to you all," he said to the audience.

Waiting thirty minutes. Enzo smiled strangely as he realized something. It seemed the black sword needed time to fuse the big man’s killing intent with its own.

(Honey!)

At this moment, Enzo was stunned by a voice that echoed inside his head.

The voice inside his head was no longer unfamiliar to him. He had heard the System’s voice countless times.

Of course, the System would never call him honey.

This was Miya’s voice.

’Inner Communication...’

Enzo had heard that a Lord of Earth could do this as long as the person they wanted to communicate with was within the range of their Mental Sense.

The other party could naturally speak back even if they were not a Lord of Earth.

(What’s wrong?) Enzo asked in response.

(Do you see that black sword?)

Enzo became even more surprised when he heard Miya say that.

(Yes. Why?)

(What do you feel?)

(Killing intent...)

Enzo explained in detail everything he had sensed so far.

(What exactly is this?) he then asked.

(A spirit. A Killing Spirit. It is a severely injured Killing Spirit. Pure killing intent—killing intent born solely from the desire to kill without any other emotion—is the best energy for restoring it. This is something generally only possessed by criminals.)

(Killing Spirit...)

Enzo repeated the words with a curious expression.

He had never heard of it before.

(Why did you contact me?) Enzo was still filled with confusion.

It seemed there had been a plan behind Miya sending him here from the beginning, rather than simply wanting him to have some entertainment and experience the world.

(It’s like this. A Killing Spirit is basically meant to be fused with a weapon. The weapon can then develop a life and its own will, along with an extremely powerful killing ability.

However, it can also be swallowed to absorb its essence. It’s just that, for other people, doing so requires many conditions because the side effects are extremely severe and dangerous.

But with your body and soul both at the Supreme level, you can swallow the Spirit directly without suffering its side effects. You simply need to use the power of your will to pull it into your body.) Miya answered.

(After swallowing the Spirit, you’ll awaken an innate killing talent—a special technique specifically meant for killing.)

’Innate Talent. A Special Technique.’

Enzo was stunned, his eyes widening.

Of course, he knew about this.

Innate Talents came in many forms, one of which was a Special Technique. Such a technique would be mastered completely upon awakening and would become stronger as the user’s level increased.

An Innate Talent could be awakened naturally or with the help of something else. Of course, the former case was extremely rare. Even those who possessed Innate Talents were incredibly few.

(A-are you asking me to steal it from them?)

Enzo did not know whether he should laugh or cry.

This was certainly something difficult.

(What are you worried about? I’ll support you. The White Family deserves a lesson for being so arrogant, carrying valuable things around as though no one would dare do anything to them.) Miya replied.

Enzo rolled his eyes.

Although stealing was a serious violation of the law, among cultivators, it was ultimately something that happened every day. That was why people were afraid to display valuable treasures.

Even the Ten Great Families had to be cautious.

Thinking about it, the White Family, which was only nearly as powerful as one of the Great Families, was indeed somewhat arrogant.

What gave them such courage?

(This requires a plan, right?) Enzo asked.

(Hahaha, a plan? There’s no need. Just do it openly.)

Enzo: "..."

(I want to fight someone.) Miya said again.

(Who?) Enzo asked instinctively.

(Of course, someone who’s been annoying me for a long time. You don’t need to worry about that. Just do what you need to do. This is a great opportunity that you won’t find unless you’re incredibly lucky.)

(Alright!)

Enzo replied with a wry smile.

If Miya wanted it that way, Enzo would do as she wished.

As a resident of City Z, he had often heard stories about her domineering behavior.

She had grown rapidly, offended countless people, and always defeated every one of them until she eventually stood at the very peak.

Despite being so domineering, she had never lost.

Judging from her history, it could be concluded that she was not impulsive. She was always prepared whenever she did something.

However, it had been quite some time since she had caused a commotion because there were simply fewer enemies worthy of her attention.

Enzo wondered who her target was.

Based on what he knew, the only opponent stronger than Miya was Old Martin, while those on her level were the three heads of the Great Families who occupied the top five rankings.

Old Martin was her teacher, so it could not be him.

Enzo felt that Miya’s target was not another Great Family either, because if it were one of them, things would not have started like this.

One thing was certain: this person was clearly connected to the White Family, but should not be a member of the White Family themselves.

They had two Lords of Earth, who should only be on the same level as Alexander Stanley.