amaotonovel Chapter 252: One-Minute Real Man
Chapter 252: One-Minute Real Man
One-Minute Real Man
Once they reached an open space, Steffan stood there with a calm expression and said, "Don’t say I bully weaklings. You can make the first move. If you can hurt me within a minute, I’ll spare your life."
His voice drifted across the training grounds like a cold wind.
There was no arrogance in his tone.
No deliberate provocation.
Yet that calmness itself was the greatest form of contempt.
To Steffan, Julian D’Aurelius simply wasn’t worthy of caution.
Around them, hundreds of eyes focused on the two figures standing opposite each other.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
Even the rustling leaves seemed quieter than before.
Not to mention this kid was only at the early Silver Realm.
Even if he were at the early Gold Realm, he wouldn’t be worth his attention.
His cultivation was honed through countless life-and-death battles, emerging from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Every scar on his body had been earned through combat.
Every breakthrough had been wrestled from death itself.
In terms of combat, he was unmatched among his peers.
At least, that was what Steffan firmly believed.
Julian quietly observed him.
The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.
One minute?
What a coincidence.
He was just a one-minute real man.
The joke nearly made him laugh.
Unfortunately, nobody else could hear it except certain women nearby.
Yana Tyson’s eyelid twitched.
Cheery’s lips trembled slightly.
Neither woman understood why this guy could still joke around in a situation like this.
Julian smiled and said, "Since you said so, let’s settle this in a minute."
The crowd immediately stirred.
"Has he gone crazy?"
"A minute?"
"Against Steffan?"
"Does Young Master Julian really have some hidden trump card?"
Whispers spread everywhere.
Nobody believed Julian could actually win.
They were only curious how long he could survive.
Steffan smirked.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Interesting."
"Then show me."
He spread both hands casually.
The posture was full of confidence.
No.
It was beyond confidence.
It was absolute certainty.
Julian slowly exhaled.
The smile disappeared from his face.
Deep inside his consciousness, he activated the reward he had been saving.
The Tyrant System immediately responded.
A familiar mechanical notification echoed inside his mind.
The Mid-Gold Realm Experience Card activated.
In an instant, a terrifying force erupted inside his body.
Boom!
Julian felt as though a dam had shattered within him.
Wild streams of energy surged through every part of his body.
His muscles tightened.
His bones vibrated.
His nervous system seemed to ignite.
The power flooding through him was so overwhelming that even Julian himself almost gasped.
His cultivation skyrocketed.
Silver Realm First Stage.
Silver Realm Second Stage.
Silver Realm Third Stage.
Silver Realm Peak.
Then—
Gold Realm.
The breakthrough happened almost instantly.
Yet the surge continued.
Gold Realm Mid Stage.
The terrifying energy finally stabilized.
His strength leaped from the early Silver Realm to the mid-Gold Realm in an instant.
He crossed four realms in one breath.
The sudden pressure radiating from him made the surrounding air distort slightly.
Even the dust beneath his feet trembled.
Several experts present immediately widened their eyes.
"What?"
"No..."
"That aura..."
"How is that possible?"
Wren Tyson’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Elder Smith’s expression froze.
Even Steffan’s relaxed smile vanished for the first time.
But before anyone could process what had happened—
Julian moved.
Feeling this terrifying power, Julian didn’t hesitate for a second and turned into a blur, charging at Steffan.
Boom!
The ground beneath his feet cracked.
His body shot forward like a cannonball.
The speed was so fast that many weaker cultivators completely lost sight of him.
Only a streak of black remained.
Seeing him take the initiative to attack, Yana tried to break free from the elders to help.
"Let me go!"
She struggled fiercely.
Her long black hair swayed wildly.
The elders nearly lost their grip.
But she was held tightly.
"Young Miss!"
"Calm down!"
"You’ll only make things worse!"
Yana’s orange eyes were filled with frustration.
She turned to her father, biting her lip and shouting, "Dad..."
Wren Tyson’s expression was extremely complicated.
His fingers gripped the wheelchair armrests so hard that the veins on his hands bulged.
He wanted to help.
More than anyone.
But reality was cruel.
"You’re not his match, don’t act recklessly," Wren Tyson said, his face full of guilt.
His voice sounded unusually heavy.
Years ago, he had been one of Valemont’s proudest talents.
Today, he could only sit in a wheelchair and watch.
The bitterness in his heart was indescribable.
He couldn’t just watch his daughter throw her life away.
If only his legs weren’t crippled, he could have helped today.
If only he still possessed the strength he once had.
If only fate had been kinder.
He had promised Young Master Julian.
Yet now he had to watch him die here.
Life was full of such helplessness.
Nearby, several Tyson Family elders lowered their heads.
Nobody blamed Wren.
But nobody knew what to do either.
The ancient martial arts forces of Valemont also looked on with sorrow.
Some sighed.
Some shook their heads.
Some couldn’t even bear to watch.
They thought that today Young Master Julian and the Tyson Family could solve this problem.
Unexpectedly, it had come to this.
Against a monster like Steffan, what hope was there?
Even Cheery’s beautiful green eyes narrowed slightly.
For the first time, she sensed something unusual.
Julian’s speed...
It wasn’t normal.
The aura surrounding him...
It wasn’t normal either.
Elder Smith frowned deeply.
His instincts screamed that something was wrong.
But before he could identify what was happening—
Julian arrived in front of Steffan.
The distance between them vanished instantly.
Steffan’s pupils contracted.
Fast.
Too fast.
His body reacted purely on instinct.
He raised both arms to block.
At the same moment—
Julian’s fist exploded forward.
The wind screamed.
The air burst apart.
The force contained within that punch seemed capable of shattering stone.
Boom!!!
The impact echoed across the entire training field.
A shockwave erupted outward.
Dust exploded into the air.
Leaves were torn from nearby trees.
Several weaker spectators staggered backward.
For a brief moment, silence descended.
Everyone stared.
Nobody blinked.
Nobody breathed.
Their eyes widened to impossible degrees.
Because the scene before them completely shattered their expectations.
Just as everyone was in despair, they saw Steffan, who had been standing in place, suddenly get knocked back five meters by a single punch!