The Demon Mouth Opens
"Forbidden technique?" Leon was stunned.
For the first time since the match began, a flicker of genuine surprise crossed those calm purple eyes.
His fingers lightly tapped the armrest once.
Then memory surfaced.
There was indeed such a forbidden technique within Celestis Academy.
Blood Rage.
The very art Shan was using.
A method that forcefully elevated one's cultivation by burning blood and Mana together.
Violent.
Extreme.
Dangerous.
The Seven Division masters had long reached a quiet consensus not to let their students cultivate this secret technique. Not because it was formally banned in the academy laws—ironically, it wasn't written anywhere—but because everyone understood its cost.
Damage to the foundation.
Broken meridians.
A crippled future.
A cultivator might win one battle… and lose the path of a lifetime.
That was too cruel a price.
Especially for gifted heirs.
And yet Shan had used it.
Leon's gaze deepened.
