Silas got up on his two feet, gripped his sword's hilt, tightened it little, and a smirk curled up on his lips. "I finally got a glimpse of it."

<Chiron's course (The Art of the Six Senses) progress +48% (74%)>

His whole body was aching, his arms were trembling like crazy, his thighs were begging him to give them a little rest, but Silas didn't stop.

He dashed forward as he used his skill [Phantom Step], his body suddenly vanished, and only left with an afterimage behind.

Caleb's eyes were fixated on the front, looking at Silas's afterimage, but he spawned behind him and slashed Caleb's back with his sword.

He looked back at Silas and muttered under his breath; his voice came out shaky. "H-How..."

Silas hitched, a small sigh left his mouth. "You're too predictable for me now, Caleb."

A vein popped onto Caleb's forehead, fists tightened as he swung his elbow backwards and aimed it into Silas's ribs.

But, before it could even land, he had already placed his sword's hilt in the way, the elbow made contact with the metal and a bone-creaking pain entered inside Caleb's body.

A loud groan escaped through his mouth as he jumped backwards, grabbing his elbow.

Silas didn't let him recover from it; his body moved on its own as he followed Caleb behind. He used his skill [Silent Snowstep], his steps turned as quiet as the falling snow, then he used [Phantom Step] to appear behind Caleb.

When he reached there, Caleb didn't get fooled this time as he swung his arm in a wide angle, but Silas wasn't there.

Silas was on his right side, raising his sword in the air as he muttered under his breath. [Piercing Thrust.]

A wide, wicked smirk curled up on his lips, eyes were still shut closed. His hand moved slightly backwards, raised upwards and shot forward towards Caleb's chest.

Silas dug deep into his chest with his blade. Caleb fell onto his knees as he pulled his sword out of his chest, and his voice came out cold. "I'm not some bastard who would use nepotism." Eyes were looking dowatto Caleb.

The announcer's voice roared through the speakers. "And the winner of the fourth match is Silas Veil."

Four people suddenly came inside the arena, rushed towards Caleb as they tore his clothes and covered the wound with proper medication, trying their best to control the blood.

Silas didn't even look behind him; he just walked straight to the exit door of the arena and left the room.

When he reached the room where the rest of the hunters were.

Carter and his gang were giving eyes to Silas. Sia, who was standing in the corner by herself, was looking at Silas through her side-eye.

A small smirk was curled up on Carter's face, his arms were crossed next to his chest, hair was still slightly wet with sweat.

"You seem a little too calm, but still did that to him?" His tone was filled with slight mockery as if he was trying to get Silas into rage.

Silas didn't pay any attention to him as he went to where little Ragnar was.

When he reached there, Ragnar jumped towards him, a nd Silas extended his arms and lifted him into his arms.

His hand extended slightly as he kept it on Ragnar's head and patted him gently. A small smile appeared on his face when he looked at Ragnar's cute face.

"I won, baby boy." He muttered under his breath.

The announcer's voice roared through the speakers once again. "And now, it's finally time for our last qualifier match."

He took a small pause as he said. "Fifth match of the day: Sia Collins (A-- Rank) VS Daniel Ashcroft (B+- Rank)"

Both of the participants made their way to the arena. Sia was calm and composed. Her sword's sheath was hanging next to her waist, her eyes were white, hair looked as if it were made out of clouds.

Her physique was slim, her breasts were slightly bigger, waist was thin. She was wearing a blue top with a white inner, the bottom was a pair of black pants, and the shoes were jet black in colour.

Her opponent was Daniel, he was someone who seemed to be a less talkative type.

Hair was black, eyes were blood-colored, skin was pure white, his height seemed to be around six feet, build was lean athletic,c and the weapon which he used was an axe.

Silas's eyes were looking at Daniel through the screen. Sia didn't please his eyes as much as Daniel did.

'System, scan his stats.' Silas was sitting next to Ragnar, eyes were half-closed, face was unreadable, and arms were still crossed next to his chest.

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[Right away, Host.]

[Scanning the target: Daniel Ashcroft]

[Current Rank: B+]

[Potential: SS–SSS+]

[Mysterious Past.]

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Silas's eyes widened slightly as he stared at the system window, which was floating in the air in front of him. 'SSS+ rating? That's almost comparable to Fenrir at its peak level.' He gulped as he clenched his fists.

Sweat welled up on his forehead, fingers twitching slightly as his voice came low. "I have to make him be on the same team as me." He muttered under his breath.

He took his hand next to his chin as he scratched it slightly. "System, any tips?" he muttered under his breath.

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[Host, there are a few ways.]

[First: Make him indebted to you.]

[Second: Kidnap him.]

[Third: Threaten him.]

[According to my calculations, you should choose the first option because you anheim are on the same power level for now.]

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Silas gave a small nod in agreement with the System's statement.

A wicked grin curled up on his lips as he said, voice low. "Well, I got a nice plan for how I'll do that."

His gaze was still fixated on the screen, looking at Daniel through it.

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