"Your Myriad Treasure Pavilion, the Blood Tavern, and the Ashenvale family are all famous forces. Our little City Lord's Mansion does not dare to interfere in your affairs."

Skyler's voice was calm but carried the weight of authority as he landed gracefully from a nearby roof and stood before the representatives of the three factions.

"As long as you don't harm innocent people in the city, you are free to fight as you wish. Our City Lord's Mansion will never show favoritism or intervene."

Skyler smiled politely and bowed his hands in respect to the powerful figures surrounding him.

Yet inwardly, a sneer crept to his lips.

"Hmph, little girl," he thought of Lana, "you still want to pin the blame on me by asking for my help?"

Lana was undeniably talented and strong, but Skyler considered it presumptuous to think he could be so easily manipulated.

A playful smile flickered on Lana's lips.

"Deputy City Master Skyler, I am aware of your thoughts, so certainly you won't let anything slip."

Skyler's smile never wavered, but his gaze grew colder.

"Don't worry, Manager Lana, I won't resort to tricks. But I fear you may not hold your ground and lose this challenge."

Though his words were polite, they hinted at underlying contempt.

Lana's smile faded, and she ceased her banter with him.

The unspoken message was clear—the City Lord's Mansion remained neutral, and Myriad Treasure Pavilion must tread carefully in Noble Sun City.

Suppressing overt conflicts was the unspoken law here; the powerful forces kept their ambitions balanced under Skyler's watchful eye.

News of the City Lord's cautious stance spread quickly, and the various forces in Noble Sun City maintained their silence and restraint.

Whispers floated among the onlookers.

The City Lord was still striving to break into the Supreme Realm.

Once achieved, he would likely make his presence known dramatically.

Until then, subtlety was key.

Everyone knew the influence of the "Talker" of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion.

Even the strongest feared and were always honest.

At Skyler's words, the assemblage instinctively retreated.

Many leapt up onto roofs, moving tens of feet away to avoid entanglement.

The meaning was unmistakable—the City Lord's Mansion did not wish to wade into this mire of conflict.

This stance was unsurprising.

After all, among those gathered were the Ashenvale family from the Holy Land of Endless Mountains and the powerful Myriad Treasure Pavilion and Blood Tavern, the two renowned across Oceanreach Continent.

Though only branches operated here, their strength was undeniable.

In a conflict of this magnitude, retreating to safety to avoid unnecessary disaster was the wisest choice.

Magnus took this moment to relax.

He planted his heavy sword on the ground and began removing bandages wrapped around his arms and legs.

The discarded bandages landed with a heavy thud.

Suddenly, a tremendous noise echoed.

A huge and deep hole was gouged in the earth where Magnus had stood.

The bandages weren't ordinary cloth but contained thousands of kilograms of metal!

The crowd stared in disbelief.

Magnus had waged fierce battle against the Second Elder of the Ashenvale family while weighed down by this massive burden.

Even with this handicap, he held his own.

Now unshackled, Magnus's combat prowess would rise dramatically.

The excitement among the onlookers escalated.

They eagerly anticipated the showdown between these titanic forces.

Noel Ashenvale watched Magnus's movements, shock flashing over his features.

He hadn't anticipated Magnus enduring the fight while weighed down.

The move was a clear message—Magnus openly contemptuous of the threat he faced.

"Haha, he truly is the feared Crazy Sword Magnus of the Blood Tavern."

"But do you think I've used all my strength?" Noel Ashenvale taunted, a dark chuckle escaping him.

"I don't care about that. Let the Ashenvale family come one after another. I'll fight every last one."

Magnus shrugged his powerful shoulders, unbothered by Noel's words.

He cared only for the chance to fight someone worthy.

It had been half a year since he had gone all out.

Half a year without a worthy opponent.

Tonight was his chance to fully flex his strength.

Rain approached Ethan, concern in her eyes.

"Sister Lana, there are many Ashenvale family members... do you really want to fight them all?"

Lana's gaze was steady as she replied.

"This isn't about choice. The Ashenvale family refuses to surrender. This battle is inevitable."

"But only North and Noel Ashenvale can confront us and that other eighth-turn Mahayana realm cultivator."

"They have nothing our combined forces should fear."

"And thanks to Ethan's strength, Alissa was defeated."

Lana nodded approvingly.

"Ethan, you and Rain have exhausted much energy."

"Now, return to the Blood Tavern to recover."

"Leave the rest to us."

"And let the little red-haired girl stay."

"She's the Divine beast Phoenix—her power is immense and will aid Magnus and me in handling the pressure."

Ethan shook his head softly, refusing.

"Thank you for your concern, Manager Lana."

"But this is my fight. I cannot abandon you here."

He breathed deeply, opening his eyes.

"You may be strong, but you won't last much longer."

"It's useless for you to stay..." Lana began, but then paused, surprise washing over her face.

"No... have you... recovered?"

Lana studied Ethan carefully.

The bloody wound in his chest had healed.

His breathing grew calm again.

Though not at peak strength, Ethan appeared about seventy to eighty percent restored.

Could his recovery be truly so fast?

Physical cultivation brought resilience and remarkable healing, but Ethan's pace was astonishing.

Lana was momentarily at a loss.

"Eighty percent," Ethan said calmly.

After breaking into the late stage of the fourth level, his self-healing reached an abnormal level.

While she distracted the Ashenvale family, he consumed many pills, combining them with his innate recovery.

In a short time, he had restored nearly eighty percent of his strength.

Mentally, he was about ninety percent recovered.

Not yet at peak, but strong enough to withstand Seventh or Eighth turn Mahayana opponents.

"Incredible," Lana whispered.

Tonight, Ethan had given her far more than a passing shock.

She was almost numb from the intensity.

Yet every risk taken had been worth the price.

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