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Chapter 72: Showdown 1



The realization cut deeper than Alan cared to admit. His master, who once stood unyielding even in the face of mighty foes, was now trembling before Adams. The pain of this betrayal festered in Alan\'s heart, fueling his anger. If his master had lost his resolve, then Alan would have to restore it—even if that meant fighting him.

Determination surged through Alan as he took a defiant stance. His eyes hardened with resolve, and his body tensed, ready for battle. If it came to it, he would force his master to snap out of this humiliating submission, even if it meant fighting him right here and now.

The crowd reacted with surprise, eyebrows raised as they watched Alan\'s audacious display. Adams, however, found the scene amusing, throwing his head back in a hearty laugh that echoed through the air. He glanced at the master, who was staring at his apprentice in shock, wide-eyed and mouthing words that looked like, *\'What are you thinking? Do you have a death wish?\'*

The master couldn\'t fathom what had gotten into Alan. His apprentice was always headstrong, but this was madness. Yet, Alan stood firm, his gaze unyielding, ready to challenge even his own master to restore the honor he believed was being lost.

"This is getting interesting," Adams said, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "Since we\'re about to witness a showdown, why don\'t we take it up a notch?"

In an instant, everyone found themselves in the Sect Arena. The transition was so sudden that even the most seasoned disciples blinked in surprise, disoriented by the shift. The previous onlookers and disciples were now seated in the arena\'s grandstands, glancing around in awe at how they had been transported without warning.

The valley masters who had been present were now seated in their designated spots, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Adams sat in the place of honor, his posture relaxed but commanding, with his wives by his side, their presence only adding to the aura of authority he exuded.

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, as everyone adjusted to their new surroundings, eyes turning to the arena floor where the confrontation would soon unfold.

Alan and his master stood at the heart of the arena, both bewildered by their sudden change in location. The vast space around them amplified the tension that had been brewing, and the reality of their predicament settled in.

Alan, more shocked than ever, turned to his master, searching for an explanation in the older man\'s eyes. But instead of answers, all he found was a deep, simmering anger directed squarely at him. The sight of his master\'s fury left Alan confused and unnerved, his earlier bravado now clashing with the uncertainty of what was to come.

"Now that we\'re here, don\'t disappoint us," Adams said, his voice cold and devoid of its usual humor. "Or else, I\'ll have to intervene myself." The ominous words sent a shiver through the master, who nearly lost his composure entirely. His stomach churned with fear, and he cursed his apprentice silently for pushing the situation to this point.

The master now understood what Adams wanted. This wasn\'t just about teaching Alan a lesson in respect anymore; it had escalated into a full-blown clash between him and his apprentice. They were expected to give it their all, to make it entertaining enough to satisfy Adams and the other onlookers.

The realization weighed heavily on him, and he cursed his fate for crossing paths with Alan—who, in his foolishness, failed to grasp the immense power emanating from Adams\' followers.

From the moment he encountered Adams, he couldn\'t sense any cultivation from him; it was as if he was looking at a mere mortal. But that perception shattered when Jack and Awar arrived. If Adams\' followers were this powerful, the master could only imagine the unfathomable strength of the one they served.

The master looked at Alan with a heavy heart, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and resignation. He sighed deeply, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "Brat," he began, his voice laced with a sorrowful intensity, "just know you brought this upon yourself."

His fists began to glow with an orange light, the aura of his cultivation flaring as he shifted into a fighting stance. "I need you to understand something," he continued, his tone growing more somber. "Make sure to give it your all—don\'t hold back. I\'ve seen your potential, Alan.

You\'re a genius born in a thousand years, and in just ten years by my side, you\'ve come so close to matching my cultivation. That\'s something I\'ve always been proud of."

He paused, the emotion in his voice deepening. "Today... today might be the last time we stand as master and apprentice. So don\'t think of me as your master—think of me as your enemy. Fight me with everything you have, Alan. Show me the strength I\'ve always known was in you."

The words hung in the air, charged with the raw emotion of a master forced into an impossible position, urging his once-beloved student to become his adversary in a fight that neither of them wanted but knew they couldn\'t avoid.

"Don\'t give up yet, Master. We can still salvage the situa—"

"Just shut up, brat." The master cut off his student, his voice laced with frustration and resignation. "You have no idea what we\'re up against, do you?"

Adams, observing the exchange, sighed softly. "Enough talking," he said, his tone firm and final. "More fighting."


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