Celestial Bloodline

"Ah... no... it can't be possible. Is that small planet still holding its ground?"

A disbelieving laugh escaped from Elizabeth's lips as she gasped at her own words. Her planet, the very place of her birth, was still standing? Even after many years had slipped by beyond her count.

"I thought it would've been destroyed just like the other nearby planets by the shadow generals after we left to fight in the war but it's still alive. Now I understand why James was suddenly feeling giddy a few years ago when a piece of his soul returned to him. That bastard didn't tell me... I'm totally going to pick a fight with him!"

As she fetched a communication crystal from her mind space to contact the man in question and inform him about seeing some familiar faces from the blue planet, Old Hal coughed at Ned's words. He wasn't the only one surprised after hearing what the man had to say. The other individuals in robes also gazed at Ned with speechless expressions as he furrowed his brows.

"What? You all know that instant teleportation is James' signature skill. Given his nature, he wouldn't readily share it with just any stranger unless the human is somehow related to him."

Vexana let out a sigh.

"Let's set that topic aside for now and concentrate on the fighters. We will find out once we meets the man since only James can explain how his skill ended up in someone else's possession."

All the people around her agreed with her words, but their gazes couldn't help but drift towards the silver-haired man. They were curious to uncover what more the young man could show them.

Does he possess another potent skill akin to instant teleportation? Also, is he solely skilled in physical combat, or does he wield a weapon too? If yes, what kind of weapon does he use, and is he proficient with it? A lot of questions swirled in their minds, and all of them knew they could only obtain the answers by keeping a close watch on the silver-haired human who had given himself the title of the nature's favorite.

At the same time, Kyle who was declared the winner of his second battle as well by the illusionary figure, swiftly checked the back of his hand. He then leaped off the hovering stage to find the stage where his next battle would occur, only to discover it was occupied by two other fighters.

Kyle released a sigh and grabbed a chair from his mind space to settle outside the stage for an extended wait next to the quiet illusionary figure, who paid him no heed. While he waited, his next opponent also appeared outside the stage, and a mix of surprise and amusement danced in his green orbs upon seeing the man. And behold, it was none other than Carcel.

Carcel paused in mid-air with a solemn expression as he glanced at the illusionary figure overseeing the battle unfolding on the stage below him and Kyle.

"Should I concede defeat right away...?"

He was contemplating his words with a serious expression because there was no way he could match the silver-haired man's agility... but then Kyle fetched a sleek silver spear from his mind space and rested the shaft on his shoulder with a subtle grin.

"How about a friendly spar? I know you, Nine, and the others wanted to. I won't use my speed and strength against you, only the spear. I'm curious to see how good you are with that powerful spear of yours."

Carcel glanced at the silver spear in Kyle's hand and a look of surprise crossed his face. When did Kyle start using a spear? As far as he could remember, the silver-haired man had always wielded a sword in battle. A pensive expression appeared on his face because even if Kyle had learned to use a spear during their time apart, mastering it in just a few years seemed unlikely. After a few seconds, Carcel nodded at the man with a serious expression.

"A friendly spar, alright, but I will admit defeat immediately if you use your strength and agility against me."

Kyle raised an eyebrow as he caught a glimpse of a subtle challenge in the golden-haired man's expression. The silver spear in his hand hummed softly as he released it, and it began floating behind him, emanating a stunning shade of grey that exuded sophistication and charm.

Carcel's eyes trailed toward the spear. It was truly beautiful, and he wondered just how Kyle got his hands on it. Unaware that the silver-haired man had stolen the spear from an old dragon, and it was a lot more powerful than the spear in his hand.

The duo hovered in mid-air, waiting for the stage below to clear so they could engage in combat. After a few minutes, the two fighters on the stage were finally nearing the end of their battle as one of them was severely injured. However, the injured fighter's persistence and refusal to admit defeat irked Kyle, even though the latter had nothing left to secure a victory.

Kyle was very tempted to kick one of the fighters off the stage secretly due to the growing annoyance. He even tried to approach the shield enclosing the stage to act on his thoughts but clicked his tongue when he was halted by the illusionary figure, who gave him a deadly stare.

Carcel stifled a laugh when he saw Kyle quietly and swiftly return to his place under the illusionary figure's stern gaze.

After another minute, the battle on the stage below the duo finally ended with the injured individual securing the victory by surprising his opponent with a powerful skill. Kyle promptly landed on the stage as the shield enclosing it lowered.

"Finally, it's our turn..."

The illusionary figure gazed at the silver-haired man and then at Carcel before instructing the duo to prepare for the battle. When they both held their spears tightly, the illusionary figure left the stage and shouted for them to commence the match.