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CHAPTER 51
Adrian stood before Dr. Aldric Arvan, his presence calm, unshakable, yet radiating an invisible force that pressed against the air itself. The man he faced had already crushed presidents, shattered Level–2 masters, and stood here with a near–black aura that could suffocate the unprepared. But Adrian wasn’t afraid. Not in the slightest.
Dr. Arvan burst out laughing, a cold, echoing sound that reverberated through the hall. “So, this is the boy,” he said, voice dripping with amusement and contempt. “You’ve walked right into my hands. Perfect. I can settle all my grudges at once.”
His laughter boomed like a drum of malice, drawing every eye. Even seasoned elders instinctively flinched. Yet Adrian’s expression remained unreadable. He merely tilted his head slightly, assessing, calculating.
Before Dr. Arvan could finish speaking, Adrian’s hand twitched imperceptibly. Just a single ripple of mental force -subtle, almost casual. But in that moment, the invisible storm stirred.
BOOM!
knees smashing into the marble floor. His vel–3 pressure he had wielded moments
The hall quaked violently. Dr. Arvan’s body shuddered from the im face drained of color, sweat pouring down his temples. The imm before the aura that had crushed the nation’s top doctors–felt…….ingless.
Adrian’s trace ripple had already made it obsolete.
A stunned silence fell across the hall. The air seemed to thicken, suffocating. Not a single soul dared breathe. Every eye was fixed on the man whose confidence had always bordered on arrogance, now reduced to trembling disbelief.
“Impossible…” someone whispered.
Dr. Arvan’s lips twitched in fury. He had dismissed Adrian countless times as a “lucky nobody,” someone beneath notice. And yet here he was, a boy whose mental force threatened to unravel even the carefully honed breakthroughs of a Level–3 master. His knees buckled, and even his breathing faltered under the unseen pressure. Catherine’s eyes widened. She stared at Adrian as if seeing him for the first time, the depth of his power finally sinking in. Every doubt, every fear she had felt moments ago, crystallized into awe.
Desperate to reclaim his dignity, Dr. Arvan roared, a sound that shook the walls and rattled the chandeliers. He began burning his mental energy–a forbidden technique he had rarely dared to employ. Veins bulged across his neck and temples; his eyes turned blood–red, like a beast cornered yet ready to kill. The air crackled with the intensity of raw, forbidden power.
“He’s burning his mental energy!” a young doctor yelled, fear lacing his voice. “If he fails… he’ll go mad!”
A ripple of panic spread among the crowd. Elders pressed their hands to the floor, bracing themselves. Even those who had seen countless duels and breakthroughs felt their hearts tremble. They knew firsthand the risk: overextending one’s mental force could shatter the mind entirely.
Dr. Arvan’s aura surged, black as night, condensing into a single, razor–sharp blade aimed directly at Adrian’s mind. The pressure was suffocating, palpable, and precise designed to pierce, destroy, and dominate in one devastating strike.
Adrian lifted his eyes, unflinching. His voice was soft, calm, but carried a weight that seemed to bend the air itself. “You’re too noisy.”
The blade shattered instantly, devoured by an invisible storm that radiated from Adrian’s being. It wasn’t even a
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counterattack–more like a collapse of space under his will. The hall itself seemed to quiver as the force of his mental power radiated outward.
BOOM!
Adrian’s countershock slammed into Dr. Arvan’s head like the roar of a thunderclap. His scream tore through the hall, mingling with the shattering of chandeliers and the echo of falling crystal. Blood sprayed from his nose and mouth. His vision blurred; his mind felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. Every nerve, every synapse, screamed under the pressure.
The crowd was paralyzed. No one had anticipated that the boy would retaliate with such overwhelming force, nor that his attack could make Dr. Arvan–the so–called invincible Level–3–writhe like a mortal.
Just when the spectators thought it was over, Dr. Arvan laughed again. Not the cold, amused laugh from before, but a vicious, bone–chilling cackle.
“Don’t think you’ve won!” he bellowed, voice twisted with madness.
He bit his tongue, blood spraying in a precise pattern that formed a sinister sigil in the air. From his robe, he pulled out a black bone jar―ancient, grotesque, and filled with the ashes of infants.
Gasps erupted across the hall.
“That’s dark energy!”
“A forbidden spell!”
“The Association banned it!”
The ashes swirled violently as he flung them into the air. They twisted, coalescing into wailing infant spirits that swarmed the hall. The air reeked of corruption and decay, and a corrosive dark energy burned everything it touched. The forbidden power of the jar had been outlawed centuries ago for a reason—it was capable of eating through both mind and body.
Adrian’s expression finally hardened. The moment had confirmed his suspicion. This was the same dark energy that had poisoned Mr. Morritis, Catherine’s grandfather. The link was undeniable.
Dr. Arvan’s attacks had escalated in power, each more lethal than the last, each more forbidden than the previous. The tension in the hall had reached its apex. Every elder, every doctor, every guest felt the impossibility of the situation pressing down upon them.
But Adrian was unmoved.
He lifted his hand, subtly activating the power hidden within his ring. A surge of unseen mental force erupted from him, invisible to most, but impossible to ignore in effect. It slammed into Dr. Arvan’s body like an unstoppable tidal wave, colliding with his dark energy, crushing it effortlessly.
Dr. Arvan coughed violently, spraying a mouthful of black blood across the floor. His face drained of color, eyes wide with disbelief. He collapsed like a ragdoll, the black bone jar shattering against the marble, ashes scattering harmlessly. His mental energy, the source of his fearsome power, had been annihilated.
He tried to rise, tried to gather the remnants of his aura–but it was gone. Completely destroyed. His Level–3 breakthrough, the very foundation of his dominance, had been reduced to nothingness.
The hall fell deathly silent.
For a moment, no one dared to breathe. And then… slowly…nurmurs began to ripple.
“He… he did it.”
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“He crushed him…”
“The boy… the one they dismissed… he’s stronger than anyone could have imagined!”
Dr. Arvan lay sprawled on the floor, a shadow of his former self. He could no longer wield mental force, could no longer practice medicine, could no longer intimidate. The man who had once towered above all in the Medical City now begged for mercy like a cornered dog.
Adrian stepped forward, his gaze cold, unwavering. He did not strike further. He did not need to. His presence alone was enough to seal Arvan’s fate. The lesson had been delivered.
The whispers in the hall grew louder, filled with awe, relief and disbelief. Those who had looked down on Adrian -the boy who wasn’t Level–2, the one dismissed as irrelevant–were proven utterly wrong.
Catherine stumbled forward, tears in her eyes, her hands trembling. “Adrian…” she whispered. “You… you saved everyone. You…”
Adrian’s eyes softened, and he shook his head slightly. “No one needed saving from me,” he said quietly. “They just needed to see the truth.”
The hall’s energy shifted. Fear, tension, and oppression melted aw admiration. The impossible had happened. The invincible Dr. Al legends alike, had been defeated–not through luck, but by sheer,
replaced by a mixture of awe and
n, who had crushed presidents and valed mental power.
Adrian stood tall amidst the stunned crowd, radiating calm control and absolute mastery. His ring’s subtle glow faded, but its power had already ensured victory. Around him, the defeated and humiliated Arvan lay broken, the air heavy with the remnants of his dark, forbidden energy.
The contrast could not have been clearer. Where once the hall had quivered in fear before Arvan’s might, now it trembled in recognition of Adrian’s dominance. He had turned the tide in a single, decisive sequence of actions, proving that true strength was not just about title, history, or reputation–it was about understanding, precision, and unshakable confidence.
Adrian’s gaze swept the hall. Every doctor, elder, and visitor felt it–the undeniable aura of someone who had mastered the mental arts beyond any known level, a being capable of reshaping the very hierarchy of the Medical City with a single action.
Catherine’s hands clasped over her mouth, a mixture of relief, awe, and gratitude washing over her. “He… he really is… extraordinary.”
Adrian looked down at the broken figure of Dr. Arvan. No trace of mercy, no hesitation. Only the clear, unshakable dominance of one who could not be intimidated.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
