Chapter 503 - 502: Decisive Battle?

Surya’s record was legendary—every victory genuine, every achievement earned by his own hands.

Over the years, he had been called by many names:

"The Lone Seeker of Defeat," "The King of Warriors," "Invincible Surya."

He was a man who had long stood at the peak of the martial world—an existence seemingly without rival.

Rumors whispered that Surya would soon surpass even the Martial Sage level, stepping into a realm no human had ever reached.

Had he not been so indifferent to fame and fortune, the presidency of the World Martial Arts Association would have surely been his.

So when Fenric, the newly crowned World Champion, suddenly declared that he would challenge Surya, the entire world was stunned.

...

"HOLY SHIET! I heard right, didn’t I? Fenric’s going to challenge that Surya!?"

"Oh my god! Is he crazy!?"

"To challenge the Invincible Surya? This guy is far too arrogant—he’s asking for humiliation!"

"Challenge my idol, Invincible Surya? Ha! This so-called ’Martial Sage’ Fenric really doesn’t know his place!"

"Guess his matches were too easy—it’s gone to his head! Classic case of arrogance, just like this guy!’"

"Hey, easy there. He’s still a Martial Sage—the youngest in history. That’s way beyond you keyboard warriors."

"Sure, he’s strong—but even among Martial Sages, there are vast differences! Fenric’s just broken through. He’s no match for Surya, the Lone Seeker of Defeat!"

"Martial Sage Fenric’s gotten too full of himself. I hope Invincible Surya gives him a proper beating!"

"Honestly, a loss might be good for him. It’ll keep his ego in check."

"Whatever—Invincible Surya or Martial Sage Fenric, I just want to see some fireworks!"

"They say Surya’s on the verge of transcending the Martial Sage realm itself. I wonder if it’s true?"

"I just hope Martial Sage Fenric lasts long enough for us to see Invincible Surya’s true strength!"

"Agreed! Let’s see if he can survive even ten seconds!"

...

The comment sections of live broadcasts worldwide exploded.

Barrage after barrage of messages flooded the screens, overwhelming the chat boxes.

And though opinions varied, one thing was clear—almost no one believed Fenric could defeat Surya.

After all, Surya’s achievements were carved into the very history of martial arts.

Since the day he became a warrior, Surya had challenged every notable master he could find.

In more than a decade of combat—thousands of matches—his record remained spotless.

Undefeated.

No matter how gifted or celebrated the opponent, all had fallen before him.

That legacy had shaped Surya’s title—the Strongest Human Alive.

Even now, a decade since his last public fight, no one dared claim that his strength had waned.

In fact, most believed the opposite—that he had grown even stronger.

As many online commenters put it:

"Surya doesn’t fight anymore because no one is worthy to face him."

At forty years old, he stood at the absolute peak of his physical and mental power.

There was no sign of decline—only the potential to ascend beyond humanity itself!

...

In the arena, Xiao Ling’er and Tang Zichen both stared in disbelief at Fenric’s sudden challenge.

Xiao Ling’er’s surprise quickly turned into worry.

She wanted to stop him—but she couldn’t.

The stage belonged to warriors alone, and even if she could speak, Fenric had already made up his mind.

All she could do was sit in the audience, hands clenched tightly, anxiety written all over her face.

...

Meanwhile, Surya rose slowly from his VIP seat.

Under countless flashing cameras, he accepted Fenric’s challenge without hesitation.

With his sharp eyes, Surya could tell that Fenric was no ordinary Martial Sage.

As a man obsessed with martial perfection—a true martial fanatic—he felt a burning curiosity.

The stronger the opponent, the more exhilarated he became.

As he made his way toward the ring, a reporter suddenly broke through the security line and thrust a microphone toward him.

"Lord Surya! Why did you accept Fenric’s challenge?"

The staff quickly moved to remove the reporter, but Surya raised a hand to stop them.

With a calm smile, he looked toward Fenric standing on the stage and replied for all to hear:

"Fenric is a formidable opponent. I am honored to face such strength."

He appeared humble, even kind—but it was all an act.

Surya was well aware of the cameras surrounding him.

In front of the world’s eyes, he needed to maintain the image of a gracious and righteous warrior—an idol worthy of admiration.

Every smile, every word, was carefully calculated to expand his influence.

Because behind the scenes, Surya was no saint.

He was the leader of the Dharma Sect—a secretive cult that worshiped dark forces.

He had made a deal with an ancient evil, known in whispers as Cthulhu.

In exchange for spreading faith and gathering followers for the dark god, he was granted a fraction of divine power—power that allowed him to transcend the limits of mortal martial arts.

But Fenric had his own reason for issuing the challenge.

Though the man who killed his father had not acted under Surya’s direct command, the Dharma Sect had been deeply involved in his father’s death.

As its leader, Surya bore an inescapable responsibility.

To Fenric, this battle was more than revenge—it was justice, and perhaps destiny.

He would either destroy Surya... or rise above him.

And by defeating or even killing the so-called Strongest Human, Fenric could solidify his own legend and complete his divine mission.

Everything was for the task.

...

"Wow! Lord Surya is so kind and down-to-earth!"

"See that smile? What a humble man!"

"Celebrities should learn from Invincible Surya! No arrogance at all!"

...

Surya’s act of politeness instantly won him another wave of admirers.

In the flood of online praise, he climbed onto the ring—standing opposite Fenric.

Surya’s presence was overwhelming.

He stood over 1.9 meters tall, his body built like sculpted granite, muscles hard as steel.

Even standing still, his aura roared like a caged tiger ready to pounce—each breath carrying an invisible pressure that made the air tremble.

He looked Fenric up and down, then suddenly spoke.

"You... are not a real warrior, are you?"

The words cut through the noise.

Fenric’s aura, though perfectly controlled, could not fool someone like Surya.

At his level—half a step into the Martial God realm—his perception bordered on supernatural.

He could sense that Fenric’s essence was different—inhuman.

Fenric didn’t deny it. He simply smiled faintly and replied,

"And you... are no longer a real human."

"..!"

The color drained from Surya’s face. For a moment, a flash of agony crossed his expression—an echo of the torment brought by his unholy pact.

But the pain faded quickly, replaced by cold resolve.

For power—for the supreme realm—he had long since abandoned humanity.

Even if it meant destroying the entire human race,

Surya would never regret his choice.

Because in his eyes, only absolute power was worth living for!