Chapter 618 The Unprecedented Banquet
James let out a long breath.
His whole body felt like it was boiling, with all his pores opening and emitting white mist.
Taking down Slayer and experiencing his ruthless, icy fighting style had been a brutal lesson. But it paid off. James could feel his grasp on martial arts sharpening, and the path to the fifth stage now seemed closer than ever. Confidence surged through him—he was ready for the next leap.
James closed the distance, towering over Slayer. "What did you do to make Arianwen lose her memory?"
The cockiness drained from Slayer's face. Now, staring up at James, he was legit shook, death breathing down his neck for the first time.
"Spill it, and you'll let me walk?" he stammered.
"Deal," James said flatly, giving a single nod.
Slayer hesitated, eyeing James skeptically—he'd agreed way too fast. But desperate times called for desperate measures. "It was King. The big boss of our Godslayer Organization. He's the one who brought Arianwen back and wiped her memory. Her condition's not my business."
James kept his face blank. "King? What's his level?"
Slayer muttered, "He's a fifth-stage supreme master. You're out of your league against him."
"Where's your Godslayer HQ?" James pressed, his tone icy.
"What're you planning?" Slayer's eyes widened, then he snapped, "No way I'm telling you that!"
Before he could finish, a sharp crack echoed as James crushed his foot, leaning in with cold precision. Slayer's scream cut through the air. "I'm done playing nice," James growled. "Last chance. Talk."
When James locked eyes with him, that cold, deadly glare sent a shiver down Slayer's spine. Sure, he'd taken countless lives, but when it came to his own, fear kicked in hard. At his level, survival was everything. Dying here, like this? It felt like a waste.
Under James's unrelenting pressure, Slayer cracked. His voice shook as he spilled everything—the Godslayer Organization's location, its members, the works. Desperation had a way of loosening tongues.
"I've told you everything I know. Can you let me go now?" Slayer said desolately.
"Okay," James nodded and released him.
A look of surprise and smugness flashed in Slayer's eyes. He didn't expect James to really let him go. Once he returned to the Godslayer Organization, he would recuperate and then come back to kill James!
No, now that he'd already spilled the location. James would definitely come gunning for them. Slayer's mind raced. He'd warn King, set a trap, and when James walked into it, he'd not only be off the hook but hailed as a hero!
Slayer's plan was good, but it couldn't fool James. As he turned to run, suddenly, his pupils dilated, and he lost all strength, collapsing to the ground.
James killed Slayer with a single palm strike.
Until his death, Slayer couldn't understand why James still killed him.
James looked at him coldly, sneering. How could such a petty trick escape James's eyes?
He dug a hole on the spot, buried Slayer's body, and then left.
Knowing where Arianwen was and that she was not in danger, he felt relieved. He would eventually destroy the Godslayer Organization.
Meanwhile, deep in a secluded forest, a shirtless man in simple linen pants sat on a massive rock beneath a roaring waterfall. The water plummeted from a thousand feet above, crashing down with crushing force.
Yet, he didn't budge—steadfast, unyielding, like a statue carved from the mountain itself.
Most people would've been flattened or worse under that kind of pressure. But this guy had been there for three straight days, unfazed, like it was nothing.
Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, radiating light. He had undergone a tremendous transformation, exuding a powerful aura that made animals within a few miles lie down, feeling an unprecedented pressure.
"Finally, I've reached the peak of the fourth stage of a martial artist. James, I'm coming. This time, I won't lose to you!"
Yes, this person was none other than Neil, who had been defeated by James.
After that humbling defeat, Neil had gone to his mentor, the legendary Sword God, for some serious advice. Then, he'd vanished into the wilderness, using the relentless force of the waterfall to push his limits. Days turned into nights, and nights into days, until finally—bam—he broke through. Now, he was standing at the peak of the fourth stage, stronger than ever.
With a roar that sent every critter in the forest scrambling for cover, Neil launched himself out of the waterfall.
He was done hiding. It was time to head back to the City of Mysteries and settle the score with James once and for all!
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a week had gone by.
Today was the day James would inherit the position of head of the Smith family.
The City of Mysteries was eerily quiet, but anyone paying attention knew the calm was just the calm before the storm. Tonight? All hell was gonna break loose.
A week ago, at that fancy golden dragon banquet, James had stirred up a hornet's nest. He'd publicly humiliated the heads of every major family, basically throwing down the gauntlet.
Now, all eyes were on the Stewart and Ward families. Would they show up to the Smith family's banquet? Their decision would set the tone for everyone else. If they went, the rest would follow. If they didn't? Well, it'd be a ghost town.
And word on the street was that Neil was back in town, and he was planning to crash the party.
By 7 PM, many people had arrived at the Smith family estate, including prominent figures from the City of Mysteries and even nationwide, with luxury cars everywhere.
Eventually, the Stewart family and the Ward family also arrived. This level of banquet was unprecedented in the City of Mysteries for a century.
It caused a huge sensation in high society, with everyone's attention focused on one young man, James.
All eyes turned as James stepped into the spotlight, decked out in a sharp black suit, Jennifer on his arm like the ultimate power couple. Right now, he was the man of the hour.
A small, confident smile played on his lips as he scanned the room. His calm vibe and sheer presence put every other young hotshot to shame!
Plenty of folks couldn't stand James, but even they had to give him props. At just twenty-seven, he'd pulled off what no one else could. Not even Neil could touch him!
The entire Smith family was riding high, basking in the moment. When had they ever been this revered?
And it was all thanks to James—he'd single-handedly put them on the map.
Jennifer was also extremely proud. Her husband was the most formidable person in the world, bar none.
Alistair was very happy today, his smile never leaving his face. James's excellence had completely exceeded his expectations!
However, just as James was about to take the stage and accept the position of head of the family, a tremendous aura suddenly emanated from the entrance, pressing down on everyone.
"James, I'm back."
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