King's Awakening

Hearing the sound, Yama abruptly turned around to see a severe, chiseled face before him.

This face exuded a calm and unruffled demeanor as if this battle was as simple and playful as a child’s game.

When Yama saw who it was, his brows immediately furrowed.

“Finally, we meet, Army Master White!” he said in a deep voice, a strange glint gleaming in his eyes that hinted at a touch of madness.

White Mitchell shook his head, lightly responding, “You may have been anticipating this, but to me, it is somewhat disappointing.”

Disappointed?

Yama was momentarily stunned before asking, “Why so?”

“Your strength is somewhat less than I had imagined,” White Mitchell stated straightforwardly.

Those words enraged Yama instantly, his face beneath the mask filled with resentment.

“You look down on me?” he demanded, almost spitting out each word.

White Mitchell replied calmly, “If you want others to respect you, you have to respect yourself first. You dare not even show your true face, how can I see anything in you worth admiring?”

Yama’s chest filled with a fierce, burning rage at these words. His face flushed red instantly.

“Enough of this nonsense! Take this!” Yama could no longer bear the belittlement and with a stride, he charged towards White Mitchell.

In a blink, Yama’s figure seemed to disappear completely, only to reappear before White Mitchell in less than a breath’s time.

“What speed!”

The spectating warriors of the White Army were taken aback, Yama’s speed could rival the speed of the Four Great War Gods.

Even among those four, only the Mystery War God could possibly match up to him in terms of speed. As to who would triumph, that was yet to be seen.

Witnessing this, the warriors of the White Army couldn’t help but feel a sinking anxiety. But their unease didn’t last. They had great faith in White Mitchell.

He was their Army Master, their belief!

Wherever he is, he stood as firm as a stone, reassurance personified.

At another location a few kilometers from the peak, the veteran warriors secretly watching this epic battle couldn’t help but comment when they saw Yama’s speed, “Quite outstanding, truly the younger generation is to be feared.”

“This young child has already touched the edge of The Method of Shift. With a bit more time, or if he can reach a higher level, with enough training in The Method of Shift, he will surely comprehend it.”

“I wonder how this young lad, White Mitchell, will react. It’s really looking forward to.”

What?!

Just as they finished discussing Yama’s speed, each and every one of them froze, their gaze fixated on the Peak of Forbidden Palace.

“The Method of Shift! It’s The Method of Shift! He’s actually understood it? How on earth did he do it?” An elder widened his eyes in disbelief, his face was pale with shock.

At that moment, at the Peak of Forbidden Palace, White Mitchell’s body, as if a phantom, instantly vanished right before Yama.

This…

Yama was surprised and blurted out, “How is this possible? How can anyone in this world be faster than me?”

He was trained in deadly arts under the previous Yama since he was five.

By his early twenties, he had surpassed his master and killed him to seize the title of Yama.

No one else could come close to his speed, not even the previous Yama. How then could White Mitchell have such a fast speed?

According to his intelligence, Mitchell had been an average citizen five years ago.

After being wrongly imprisoned, everyone had thought he was still in jail, but evidently, he had been training in the War Department.

In just five years, he had achieved all this?

What kind of monster was he?

Yama steadied himself, quickly retreating.

Meanwhile, those elderly onlookers who had been watching with interest revealed expressions that said ‘it now makes sense’: “The Elders’ House is behind him after all. Maybe they’re the ones who gave him The Method of Shift. The Elders’ House really did place great hopes on this kid!”

But just as the elderly onlookers were finishing their discussions, a voice came from afar, saying something utterly contrasting: “Old Martial Ghost, you were wrong this time. The Elders’ House has told me before that they never gave him any information about our level. ”

“They didn’t even give him any training methods. What he knows now comes entirely from his own comprehension, and has nothing to do with others.”

What?!

At these words, all the hidden elders were taken aback.

“He understood by himself? He perceived The Method of Shift by himself? This… ”

“It’s wasting all this time, we who’ve trained so hard most of our lives to touch this realm, now you’re telling me that a kid in his twenties has already touched it?”

“To compare is to torment oneself, if I’d had half of his talent back in the day, I could’ve become an Elder of the Eight Sects. How envious I am, so envious I’m turning purple!”

The hidden elders sighed heavily in the darkness, utterly defeated by White Mitchell’s demonstrated talent.

Just then, Yama, who had just retreated, suddenly felt a chill creeping over his back, causing his breath to hitch.

Oh no!

Yama inwardly cursed as he quickly dived forward.

But it was too late. White Mitchell’s simple punch had already landed squarely on his back.

With a resounding crash, Yama’s body was slammed into the ground by Mitchell, creating a gruesome crater.

“I never considered you a worthy opponent!” White Mitchell stood tall on the Peak of Forbidden Palace, looking down at Yama groveling like a dying dog. His demeanor was superior and full of disdain.

Spilling blood!

Hearing White Mitchell’s words, Yama coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

He could never have imagined such a crushing defeat.

He had thought that no matter how strong White Mitchell was, his speed and strength should be enough to keep up with him.

But he was wrong. He was wildly wrong!