Chapter 170: Chapter 164: Another Martial King?

Aurora Sinclair suddenly turned her head, her gaze meeting a pair of eyes from a distance.

Those eyes were filled with provocation.

Aurora Sinclair watched him for a moment, then leaned closer to Alvin Morgan and whispered, “Don’t stray too far from me.”

Alvin Morgan turned to look at her, a certain light in his eyes, and replied in an equally low voice, “Okay. I’ll stay right by your side.”

Even though they were whispering, the Martial Arts Masters and higher-level Martial Artists nearby could still hear them.

Dean Morgan, who was sitting closest, sighed helplessly.

’His Young Master is getting more and more brazen,’ he thought.

“Morgan, give me your hand.”

A smile in his eyes, Alvin Morgan extended his hand. To his surprise, Aurora Sinclair suddenly grabbed it, lacing their fingers together.

“Relax…”

A warm current of energy flowed into his body, spreading like a gentle warmth that coursed through him. The chill from his cold seemed to vanish by more than half.

Soon, Alvin Morgan noticed beads of sweat forming on Aurora Sinclair’s forehead and her skin turning a little pale. He immediately struggled to pull his hand away, but she held it in a death grip.

“Aurora… let go…”

Their actions finally drew the attention of those nearby. When Eve Lowell saw their intertwined hands, her face turned livid with anger, and she cursed them for being shameless in her head.

Arthur Lockwood raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, isn’t this a public display of affection?”

“It’s not…” Aurora Sinclair replied curtly, not letting go.

Alvin Morgan was still struggling, so Aurora Sinclair said sternly, “Behave. Don’t move.”

“You…”

“I’m fine.”

Only then did Arthur Lockwood realize something was wrong between them. “Aurora, what are you doing?”

Aurora Sinclair ignored him and remained focused on holding Alvin’s hand.

There was a faint, almost negligible fluctuation of “Power” between them.

Arthur Lockwood concealed the shock in his eyes, straightened up slightly to block Eve Lowell’s view, and pretended to strike up a conversation with her.

After an unknown amount of time, Aurora Sinclair finally released Alvin Morgan’s hand. Pained to see her state, he gently wiped the sweat from her forehead and whispered in her ear, “Are you tired? If you are, you can lean on me and get some rest.”

Aurora Sinclair shook her head, sat up straight, and closed her eyes to rest and recuperate.

She was indeed a bit tired. She had expended a portion of her “Power” to create a “protective shield” for Alvin Morgan.

It shielded his heart meridians and other vital areas. That should hold for a while.

***

「At nine in the morning, the opening ceremony officially began.」

Hugo Lowell, as the association president, gave a speech and introduced Veridia’s newly promoted Martial King, Marshall Lowell.

Aurora Sinclair didn’t open her eyes, but she could feel a formidable “Power” approaching from a distance and stopping about ten meters in front of her.

A voice like a great bell reverberated, making everyone’s heart tremble. This was Marshall Lowell’s show of force to the audience.

“Damn it, that old geezer is definitely doing this on purpose.” Arthur Lockwood’s blood roiled from the impact. Though it wasn’t enough to cause internal injury, it was still an unpleasant feeling.

Aurora Sinclair still didn’t open her eyes, but the “Power” within her had already formed a barrier, protecting both her and Alvin Morgan.

This move finally allowed others to sense the fluctuation of “Power” within her.

Arthur Lockwood and Dean Morgan, who were closest, even turned to look at her.

The fluctuation didn’t seem like that of a Great Martial Master; it was extremely restrained.

Standing on the stage, Marshall Lowell scanned the crowd below, inwardly satisfied with everyone’s reaction. But when his gaze fell upon Aurora Sinclair, his eyes narrowed slightly.

’That must be the girl from the surveillance footage.’

’Why is the fluctuation of her “Power” so weak?’

’Anyone who didn’t know better would think she was just a novice Martial Artist.’

’Is she really a Great Martial Master?’

With doubt in his eyes, Marshall Lowell slowly withdrew his projected “Power,” and the pressure in the venue vanished abruptly.

The crowd wiped the sweat from their foreheads, their gazes toward the stage filled with awe and reverence.

A flicker of tension crossed the eyes of the Martial Artists from other countries.

A consensus formed in their minds: Veridia’s new Martial King was incredibly powerful.

***

As the opening ceremony drew to a close, Alvin Morgan’s temperature began to rise again.

His breathing grew somewhat ragged, and his forehead and neck were slick with sweat.

Aurora Sinclair transferred a little more “Power” to him, but the effect was negligible.

When it was finally over, Aurora Sinclair moved to help him up, but he just smiled and said, “I’m fine.”

Then, he stood up as if nothing was wrong and waited to head out.

Next up was an internal banquet.

Martial Artists would also socialize through friendly sparring, holding back to avoid injury.

Aurora Sinclair stood dutifully about a meter behind Alvin Morgan, her expression serious as she watched him exchange pleasantries with others.

His smile was as normal as ever as he suppressed a slight cough. No one could tell from the sound of his voice that he was running a high fever.

On the fighting ring up ahead, members of two families were sparring. Their moves were clean and decisive, drawing frequent nods of approval from the higher-ups of the Martial World.

Just then, a voice speaking in the Niphorian language came from the front. “I’ve heard of the Morgan Family’s newly promoted Martial Arts Master. I, Yves Sherwood, request the honor of a lesson.”

Aurora Sinclair looked up and saw a man of average height bowing with his fist in his palm toward Alvin Morgan.

A translator repeated his words, and the crowd turned to look at Dean Morgan with interest.

No one had seen him fight since he was promoted to Martial Arts Master.

Just as Aurora Sinclair was about to move, Alvin Morgan held her back.

“Dean Morgan…”

Dean Morgan stepped forward and walked onto the fighting ring.

The two men stood on either side of the center line, bowed to each other with fists in their palms, and assumed their fighting stances.

Matches like this usually didn’t involve using “Power” for real attacks. That was what Dean Morgan thought, but to his surprise, Yves Sherwood went for a killing blow on the very first move, a sharp blade fitted over his fingers.

Caught off guard, Dean Morgan took a heavy kick and stumbled back three or four steps.

The faces of the spectators changed instantly, especially Marshall Lowell’s. He was sitting right there, yet a mere Martial Arts Master from Niphoria dared to be so audacious, openly bringing a blade into the ring.

After his initial shock, Dean Morgan calmly mobilized the “Power” in his body and engaged his opponent once more. The Low Rank Martial Artists nearby quickly retreated to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed, aimed straight at Alvin Morgan’s face. The crowd cried out in alarm. Martin Lowell shot out his palm, and the finger blade seemed to be knocked aside by something in mid-air, embedding itself deep into a wall on the other side.

This was followed by a loud THUD. On the ring, Yves Sherwood dropped to his knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes were filled with terror. The Martial King’s “Power” was too domineering; it sent the “Power” inside his own body into a chaotic, uncontrollable frenzy.

Sonya Sherwood quickly moved to block Dean Morgan from delivering a finishing blow, bowing with her fist in her palm. “I apologize. This is my brother’s fault. I beg you to show mercy.”

Marshall Lowell snorted. As if struck again, Yves Sherwood coughed up another mouthful of blood and passed out.

To avoid damaging relations between the two countries, Hugo Lowell immediately arranged for a doctor, and the matter was temporarily settled.

Dean Morgan hurried back and carefully inspected his young master. Seeing that he was unharmed, Dean secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Martial King’s “Power” gradually dissipated from the venue, and the pressure on the crowd slowly faded.

“Young Lord Morgan, are you all right?” Eve Lowell ran over, asking with concern. She glanced at Aurora Sinclair, saying with a hint of smugness, “That was so dangerous just now. Thank goodness my great-grandfather intervened.”

Alvin Morgan expressed his thanks to Marshall Lowell.

Standing behind him, Aurora Sinclair looked down at her own hand, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes.

’I still can’t compress my “Power” into a fine needle like Master could.’

Meanwhile, Marshall Lowell maintained a dignified expression, but his mind was reeling. A sliver of fear even took root. Just now, an incredibly fast and unfamiliar “Power” had suddenly appeared and struck Yves Sherwood’s body.

If he hadn’t advanced to the rank of Martial King, he would have had a hard time even detecting that inconspicuous “Power”.

’Could there be another Martial King hidden here?’

’Who could it be?’

Marshall Lowell looked toward Alvin Morgan’s group, his gaze ultimately landing on several men with thick beards standing next to him.

’I’ll have to keep an eye on these smaller nations.’

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