My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!

With that, Eryke and Geneva walked out of the cage.

"Do you know what you awakened?" Eryke asked, curiosity flickering in his voice.

"I awakened an SS-rank talent," Geneva replied.

Eryke froze for a moment, then slowly turned to her, his tone turning serious. "Are you serious?"

"Yes." She nodded firmly. "I became a Water Mage."

"Huh?" He tilted his head, staring at her with even more disbelief welling up inside him. "You became a Water Mage, the same talent as the Water Emperor, but with a higher rank?"

"That's right." Her lips curled into a bright smile.

"Hmm." Eryke narrowed his eyes, pausing for a beat. "Then how were you captured so easily if you're that strong?" he asked, doubt in his voice.

"Because I haven't leveled up yet," Geneva replied in a crisp voice. "There's a strange restriction that doesn't allow me to use my magic until I Awakened."

"Umm, is there really such a thing in this world?" It would be a lie if Eryke claimed he wasn't absolutely flabbergasted.

He had never heard of such a restriction from any Awakener, not even back on Earth. But she wasn't lying, he could see it with his own eyes, so there was no denying it.

"Ho." Eryke rubbed his forehead. "Let's get out of this place. We'll talk about it later."

"Umm, okay." Geneva nodded, and the two of them slowly made their way toward the auction's entrance and stepped outside.

At that moment, a giant furnace hurtled toward them, the air trembling under its sheer weight.

Eryke narrowed his eyes but didn't budge from his spot. The colossal Sword Will loomed behind him and, with a single slash, cut the furnace into countless pieces in an instant.

"I see… are there still people who don't want to live?" he sneered, his pupils shifting toward a certain direction, the VIP rooms. "Tell me who threw it, and I'll grant you the most miserable time of the decade."

The Sword Will behind him stirred again, cleaving through the walls of the VIP room, instantly exposing everyone inside.

Eryke's gaze swept over the crowd, lingering on each person one by one. His pupils eventually locked onto a woman with a zither resting in her lap. She was a vision of beauty, and for a moment, his eyes drifted into a daze.

But in the span of a blink, he snapped out of it.

"This woman is using a seduction Martial Art," he muttered calmly. Fortunately, his hive mind made him virtually immune to such tricks.

Even without it, his sharp will and the strength of his Sword Will alone would have been enough to break free and identify the source.

"Now, who is the one that threw the cauldron?"

Eryke's sharp mind immediately went to work, calculating the angle of the throw and weighing its force against the Martial Artists within the VIP section.

It took only a moment before his pupils darted toward a fat man lounging on a throne of gold.

"Was it you!?" Eryke's voice thundered.

"You… you… do you even know who I am?" The young master stammered, his face pale.

Eryke shook his head. "It matters not who you are. Under my sword, all are equal."

"How dare you!" the young master roared his spit flying from his mouth. "You're nothing but a mere Guest Elder of the Mount Hua Sect!"

"Oh? So you know me?" Eryke studied the man's face, fear clouding his expression, his gestures riddled with uncertainty, disbelief, and a trace of guilt. "Are you the one who sent the assassins after me?"

The young master flinched ever so slightly, but that was enough. Eryke knew with certainty. Even if the man hadn't given the direct order, he was involved, at the very least privy to the knowledge.

"I see… I see." Eryke muttered under his breath before his voice hardened. "So, how do you want to die?"

The man's death was already sealed in Eryke's heart. All that remained was to act and erase him completely.

The young master's face turned pale as paper, his body quivering as if stripped of all courage. Completely frightened out of his wits, he didn't even dare to utter a single word beneath the mere gaze of Eryke.

"Even if you possess the strength of a transcendent martial artist, you cannot harm the young master of the Million Gold Sect." The guard at his side, in stark contrast, spoke with a calm and serene tone.

The guard's composure and bearing were far more befitting of a person of status than the so-called young master of the Million Gold Sect.

Eryke's gaze shifted toward the guards, his presence radiating a sharpness that seemed capable of cutting through anything and everything.

But even so, not even the slightest change appeared on the guard's face. Instead, a piercing presence erupted from the guard, one nearly comparable to Eryke's own power.

"Oh? An expert…" Eryke's brows rose in genuine surprise. "It's Bow Will."

Any weapon, once pushed to the peak of mastery, could manifest into a Will. Even Chun Ma's entire body, through complete mastery, had become Body Will, so it was no surprise that even a bow could give rise to Bow Will.

"Can you recognize my Will without me even drawing it?" the guard's deep voice rumbled.

Eryke casually brushed his hand against his head and grinned. "I predicted it."

"You…" The guard froze, stunned into silence. But the next moment, laughter burst from him. "Hahaha… haha…!"

"..." Eryke silently observed the guard. This man was anything but simple.

"Now, tell me, why was I laughing?" the guard sneered.

"...You were laughing because of bloodlust. You want to fight and shed blood," Eryke answered calmly.

"That's the correct answer!" the man shouted, casually lifting a finger to point directly at Eryke.

Eryke could feel it, the guard's arm was like a stretched bowstring, blue veins bulging as though he were taunting an arrow, pulling that invisible string to its absolute imaginary limits.

To this, Eryke simply scoffed. "Even if you are a First-Stage Martial Artist, you cannot defeat me."

Behind him, the Sword Will stirred.

"We'll see," the guard sneered, jerking his hand.