The stalemate finally broke.
No one dared to challenge Kyrian at the top of the tree. His presence was like a blade suspended over everyone, silent, sharp, and lethal. The 4,012 points shining on his leaf served as a clear warning, whoever tried to steal them would be signing their own elimination.
But greed and pressure could not be contained forever.
The first move came from a disciple of the Six Venoms Sect. He was at the 1° stage of Core Formation, with 1,240 points displayed openly. His red eyes gleamed with greed as he targeted a solitary youth from the Golden Mountain, who possessed only 980 points.
Without warning, he attacked.
A poisonous purple mist exploded from his hands, transforming into toxic blades that sliced through the air. The youth from the Golden Mountain reacted too late. He was struck in the shoulder and arm, screaming as the poison corroded his flesh.
And just like that, chaos began.
