CHAPTER 50
A faint, almost imperceptible trace of dark energy seeped out from Dr. Aldric Arvan’s overwhelming aura. The color was deep, unnatural, and instantly familiar to Adrian
His eyes narrowed. That energy… it was the same as the poison that had nearly killed his grandfather, Mr. Morritis. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. All his previous reluctance, all thoughts of staying out of this power struggle–vanished in an instant.
Adrian’s hand clenched slightly. He had to act.
The hall had not yet fully recovered from Dr. Arvan’s crushing defeat of President Renford and the other Level–2 doctors. The air still vibrated with residual pressure. Every soul in the room froze, eyes wide, unable to breathe freely. Not a single person dared approach.
Adrian inhaled quietly, then stepped forward.
He paused at the edge of the crowd, letting all eyes fall upon him. Calm, deliberate, confident. He raised his voice, low but steady, cutting through the oppressive silence:
“I won’t let this continue.”
The words, simple as they were, drew every gaze. Whispers erupted instantly.
“Who… who is that?”
“That’s just a kid! He’s… he’s not even Level–2!”
“He’s going up there to get himself killed!”
Several elders, instinctively sensing the danger, rushed toward him.
“Young man, don’t be reckless!” one shouted.
“His mental force could shatter your heart!” another warned.
Even Catherine, panic in her eyes, grabbed his arm. “Don’t do this! He’s Level–3 now! You can’t beat him–you’ll die!”
Adrian looked at her, eyes calm, voice gentle: “Don’t worry. He can’t hurt me.”
To the crowd, Dr. Arvan’s mental pressure was an unscalable mountain. But to Adrian, it was nothing. He had already felt the depth of Arvan’s aura and knew–without a shadow of doubt–that his own mental strength far surpassed the man in front of him.
He released Catherine’s grip and stepped forward again, deliberately drawing every eye. The elders froze, the younger doctors stared in awe and fear, and even the residual whispers of doubt went silent.
Adrian’s movement was precise, deliberate. Every step carried weight and confidence, his posture relaxed yet commanding. It was impossible for anyone to ignore him.
Dr. Arvan, sensing the movement in his domain, finally lifted his head, eyes narrowing. The dark, near–black energy surrounding him pulsed like a living entity, swirling with a subtle, deadly rhythm.
“Who dares-?” Arvan began, but his words caught in his throat as he took in the young figure approaching him.
Adrian stopped a few meters away, standing tall, unflinching. The room’s silence pressed in, broken only by the distant, faint hum of residual energy from Arvan’s mental force.
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“I recognize your strength,” Adrian said calmly. “You think no one can challenge you. But I will stop you.”
A ripple of shock ran through the crowd. The audacity–standing up to a man who had crushed the nation’s most powerful doctors like they were insects–was breathtaking
Arvan’s lips curved slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. “A child,” he said softly. “And yet, he steps forward willingly. Fascinating.”
Adrian tilted his head, his gaze unwavering. “This isn’t a game. You’ve made your choice. Now it’s time to face the consequences.”
A low hum began to emanate from him. The air thickened as his mental force expanded, invisible to the eye but tangible in its weight. The closer he stepped, the more the oppressive aura surrounding Arvan seemed to falter, as if sensing a superior force.
The elders around the hall exchanged glances. Their fear spiked. Even seasoned, powerful doctors felt the shift. ” Impossible…” one whispered. “This… this kid isn’t just fearless… his power-”
Adrian ignored the whispers. He focused entirely on Arvan, reading every subtle pulse, every vibration of his dark
energy.
Then, with a final measured step, he closed the distance. Arvan’s I overwhelm him. But Adrian did not flinch. To him, the pressure w storm in a jar.
ck aura shifted, probing, trying to al, almost as if he were holding back a
He lifted a hand, not in aggression, but in calm assertion. The energy in his core flared subtly, and the hall felt the difference instantly. The oppressive, crushing weight of Aryan’s Level–3 power–far beyond Level–2–suddenly seemed manageable, almost… small.
The crowd gasped. Some staggered back. Elder doctors pressed their hands to their heads, trying to process the impossible.
Catherine’s eyes filled with tears, gripping her hands together in worry. “Please… be careful…”
Adrian’s expression softened. “I told you… he can’t hurt me ”
He took another step forward. Then another. Every movement deliberate, controlled, radiating an invisible confidence that disarmed fear.
Arvan’s amusement shifted to interest, then something darker–curiosity mingled with caution. “You… are not afraid?” he asked, his voice echoing, threaded with deadly intent.
Adrian stopped, standing directly in front of him. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t shout. Simply:
“I know my strength. And I know yours. You underestimate me, and that will be your mistake.”
The dark energy flickered in Arvan’s aura, reacting to Adrian’s presence. For the first time in the hall, doubt shimmered across his otherwise impassive face. The sheer precision, confidence, and latent power emanating from Adrian were undeniable.
A heavy silence fell. Every doctor, every elder, every guest could feel the shift in the room. This was no longer a
in duel of arrogance–it was the prelude to a confrontation that could decide life, death, and the balance of power the entire Medical City.
Adrian’s lips curved into a faint smile, almost imperceptible. He didn’t speak again. He didn’t need to. His presence alone drew all attention, solidifying the unshakable fact: the one standing in front of Dr. Aldric Arvan was not afraid. And more than that- he was ready.
The crowd could only watch, hearts pounding, as the boy–nassuming in appearance, but unmatchable in power
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-stood before the man who had crushed presidents and legends alike.
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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.
