dhibooks Chapter 260: The Cracks Behind the War God
Chapter 260: The Cracks Behind the War God
The Cracks Behind the War God
Far away from Tyson Family in road between open field a car possession is ongoing in one of center of car Stefan sit with elder smith cheery and driver.
After leaving the Tyson Family, Steffan was in an extremely foul mood.
The convoy of black vehicles moved steadily along the long countryside highway. Vast green fields stretched endlessly on both sides of the road, swaying beneath the afternoon wind. The sky above was clear, yet the atmosphere inside the luxury sedan felt suffocating.
No one spoke.
Only the quiet hum of the engine echoed through the cabin.
Steffan sat in the center seat, his face dark.
His fists remained tightly clenched on his knees.
The veins on the back of his hands bulged slightly.
Every bump on the road seemed to irritate him further.
He had miscalculated.
Completely.
He thought that with his invincible Gold Realm power, he wouldn’t need any schemes and could easily crush his opponents with sheer strength.
Ever since leaving the Farlands and becoming the famous Martial Art King, things had always gone according to his plans.
Countless enemies had fallen beneath his feet.
Countless experts had become stepping stones for his rise.
Everywhere he went, people either feared him or admired him.
Today’s result was different.
Very different.
Today’s duel had cost him dearly, and the injuries inside his body would take two or three days of rest to heal.
The wounds outside were not serious.
What truly troubled him were the hidden injuries.
Every punch Julian D’Aurelius delivered had carried terrifying force.
The attacks seemed ordinary on the surface.
Yet once they entered his body, the destructive force exploded layer after layer.
Even now, every breath caused faint pain inside his chest.
His internal energy circulation felt sluggish.
His organs felt as though they had been repeatedly hammered.
The more he thought about it, the uglier his expression became.
What annoyed him even more was losing face in front of Cheery.
His eyes shifted subtly toward the beautiful woman sitting near the window.
Sunlight filtered through the glass.
Silver-pink hair reflected a soft glow.
Her flawless profile remained calm.
Elegant.
Distant.
Almost untouchable.
Before coming here, he had already contacted Smith.
Back when he was dealing with Smith, he had already gathered information from him.
Upon learning that Cheery would be coming down the mountain with them, he was instantly interested.
Not because of appearance alone.
Although her beauty was undeniably extraordinary.
More importantly...
Her identity.
Cheery was the most treasured disciple of the Voidspring Mountain Master.
The future successor of Voidspring Mountain.
The person who would one day inherit one of the most powerful Old Martial Arts inheritances in the country.
Even among the younger generation, her reputation was legendary.
Her teacher stood at a level comparable to the Patriarch of the Obsidian Wing.
Just that status alone made countless powerful families dream of establishing connections with her.
Moreover, her martial arts talent was no less than his own, with limitless potential.
Only someone with such superior conditions was worthy of being his woman.
At least, that was how Steffan viewed it.
The stronger the woman.
The higher her status.
The more interested he became.
His gaze lingered briefly before looking away.
A conqueror did not stare too obviously.
At least not yet.
He had planned to conquer the Tyson Family and the entire Old Martial Arts forces of Valemont today, to show his dominance in front of her.
He had imagined the scene countless times.
The Tyson Family kneeling.
The various martial arts households submitting.
Smith praising his strength.
Cheery witnessing everything with admiration.
Then perhaps afterward, the two of them would naturally grow closer.
Unfortunately...
Reality had slapped him across the face.
Now, his attempt to be pretentious had failed, and he had lost face.
The memory of Julian’s calm smile resurfaced.
Steffan’s jaw tightened.
That bastard.
Where had he come from?
How could such a monster exist?
The information he had gathered beforehand clearly stated that Julian was merely a Silver Realm cultivator.
Yet the man had suddenly erupted with Gold Realm power.
Not only that.
His combat techniques were terrifyingly refined.
Even now Steffan could not understand it.
A young Gold Realm expert was already shocking enough.
But someone possessing that level of combat experience?
That was absurd.
His fingers unconsciously tightened again.
The leather seat creaked softly beneath the pressure.
Across from him, Smith noticed everything.
The old man secretly sighed.
The battle had shaken him too.
Originally, he thought Steffan’s appearance would allow him to easily suppress the Tyson Family.
Instead, Julian had completely overturned the situation.
The old man hesitated before speaking.
"Young Master Steffan, today’s matter..."
Before he could finish.
Steffan raised a hand.
The gesture immediately silenced him.
His mood was already bad enough.
He had no desire to hear consolation.
Or excuses.
Or explanations.
The cabin became silent again.
Outside the window, rows of trees rushed past.
The setting sun painted golden streaks across the distant horizon.
Meanwhile, Cheery quietly watched the scenery.
Her expression remained serene.
Like still water.
No one could tell what she was thinking.
Steffan glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
Fortunately, her face remained serene and beautiful, without any other emotions.
That relieved him somewhat.
At least she did not seem disappointed.
At least she wasn’t mocking him.
At least she wasn’t looking at him the way the people of Valemont had looked earlier.
Those gazes still burned in his memory.
Admiration for Julian.
Disbelief toward him.
The more he remembered, the more irritated he became.
Trying to salvage his image, he wanted to chat with Cheery.
For him, winning over a woman like Cheery was relatively easy.
At least that was what he believed.
Having lived on the mountain all her life, such a woman had a simple mind.
Unlike the women he met in cities.
Unlike those calculating socialites.
Unlike those ambitious daughters of powerful households.
Someone raised within a martial arts sect often possessed a purer heart.
To win over such a woman, just show her the splendor of the world.
As long as you paint your colors on her blank canvas of life, she would find it hard to forget you for the rest of her life!