The Rise of the Black Plain

"Damn, Silvas!" Minos muttered in anger, soon after discovering that his oldest enemies were behind this attack.

After torturing that individual from before for some time, that person had quickly told this young man what he needed to know.

The Silva family was once again trying to stand in his way!

From what that mercenary had told him, members of the Silva family in the Flaming Empire had ordered the current assassination mission.

They had paid 300,000 medium-grade crystals to this group to kill young Stuart!

But such people were not precisely survivors of the Silva family who had ventured out of the northern region of the Central Continent after the acts of Minos.

On the contrary, the people that ordered this in one of the mercenary guilds of that state were those who, through past editions of the Spiritual Tournament, had obtained places in the sects of that state.

Like many high-level noble families, the Silva family had a small branch in the Flaming Empire, where the few successful members of that organization could ascend.

But even though many organizations in this region had external posts, this did not mean much to them in practice. That was because, apart from the prohibitions of the Spiritual Church, the numbers of descendants in that place were not high.

After all, at each Spiritual Tournament, only a few individuals had the chance to go to the sects in that state.

On the other hand, going to that empire was no guarantee of success!

Upon arriving there, usually, the majority were handicapped by the great competition, something that did not exist in the northern region of the Central Continent.

Besides, anywhere there would be chances of dying prematurely, either by common, from ordinary things like battles, or the bad luck of being in the way of decisive people.

So, there were not many members of those families in that state, nor were most of them prominent enough to make a difference to their families in this area.

But there were, yes, some individuals of a certain level of success!

An example of this was Dennis Red, who had left this region through the Spiritual Tournament and later took his Red family to that state.

But such descendants, whether of the Silva family or any other, could not act directly in the Black Plain, as they were members of the sects of the Flaming Empire.

Anyway, one of the descendants of the Silva family who had found out about the disgrace of this organization of the Brown Kingdom had ordered this group's mission.

And upon finding out about it, Minos could not help but feel irritated. He realized that these enemies kept bothering him, even after eliminating almost the entire core of that noble house.

"Those damn things are like cockroaches!" He said this as he saw the person at his feet groaning in pain.

Looking at that level 58 person, Minos shook with anger as he thought about how the Silvas liked to order assassination missions.

He then stared at that person and made a foot movement, going up and then quickly down toward that person's head.

Crack!

Puff!

And then, after a characteristic cracking sound sounded through that area, young Stuart's foot went through that man's head, scattering its contents to the surroundings in a grotesque manner.

"Bloody monster!" The leader of that group finally said something as he saw the third of his companions dying at the hands of Minos.

He could not believe that someone from this region had reached such a high fighting proficiency!

However, the reality was right in front of him, and he had no choice but to swallow his saliva in hatred and try to deal with the situation.

'Damn! That's why they paid us so much for a mere level 52 Spiritual King!'

'Hell!' One of them thought desperately while feeling pain around his body due to Minos' merciless blows.

But upon hearing the voice of the strongest of those individuals, Minos did not let it go unnoticed. "Now you're talking, huh?"

"Too late!"

"Now there's no turning back!" He said as he moved around that area again.

But the leader of those people had something different in mind.

"Brat, how about we stop here?" He asked aloud as he moved around that area to avoid Minos' attacks.

"We were just hired for service. But the truth is, we have nothing against you!"

"Really?" Minos asked, surprised, finding the way this person was talking to him funny.

It did not matter if one side had some personal problem with the other. It was enough for one to want to kill the other to make such a situation irreconcilable!

After all, if they were not weaker than Minos, even if they had nothing personal to settle with him, they still would have killed him!

Hence, Minos realizes how absurd that individual was thinking, to believe that he would accept an excuse like that.

Did such an individual think that Minos was a fool?

That mercenary then said. "We made a mistake, but you have already killed three of our people."

"If you agree to lower your weapons, we can just forget about today!"

"That's the best thing for everyone."

"Is that right?" Minos asked again. "How is that best for me? It seems like only you guys would be gaining something, as I can eliminate your entire group..."

"Tsk!"

"You might be able to eliminate us..."

"But we're not like you guys from the northern region of the Central Continent! Our mercenary guild has a power that you could not even dream of understanding!" He said as he appealed to his past.

"What about the Church?" Minos asked.

"Humph!"

"The Spiritual Church will never find out about our means of action!"

"Hahaha..." Upon hearing such a thing, Minos laughed heartily, realizing that these people were nothing but fools with delusions of grandeur. "What is your name?"

"Waldo!" Such an individual replied proudly.

"Uh, Waldo, today I will teach you one of the most valuable lessons" Minos began to speak, still moving through that area, preparing to attack.

"As a mercenary, you are a failure."

"You not only underestimated me, but you underestimated my past as well..."

"I don't like relying on support and have never done that. But since you rely on other people's power, I ask you, what guarantees you that I can't rely on something too?"

"Anyway, as much as I'm not sure how strong my 'support,' I think the Gray Cloud Sect must be stronger than your guild..." Minos said, trying to scare that individual, as his eyes shone in rainbow colors...

Upon hearing this, that man's eyes opened in disbelief, while a shiver to be felt even in the soul spread through his body.

The Spiritual Church could forbid outside interventions from high-level powers from other parts of the continent in this region. But there was no limitation for a sect from that empire to act against a guild from the same state!

So, upon hearing that Minos had support in that place, such a man had suddenly realized how great his mistake had been.

"But your biggest mistake is trusting a power that is hundreds of thousands of kilometers away!"

"However, don't worry, I'll make sure you learn that this time!" He said, finally when he was only a few feet away from that individual.

Swooish!

His sword then slashed toward the abdomen of his target as he used his mental technique to disturb such a person.

"No!" That man shouted in desperation as he realized that he was closer to Minos than he thought.

But after being tricked by Minos, having allowed this young man to enter his mind, this level 59 mercenary had no salvation!

At that moment, while freeing himself from the illusion created by Minos, he saw the golden-bladed sword in that young man's hands slowly cutting through his waist.

"I hope you will take this learning with you in your next incarnation!" Minos said in a low voice as he sliced through that individual's body and quickly held the top by that opponent's neck.

As that man heard those words and slowly lost the light from his eyes, the internal organs in the upper part of his body began to fall, forming a magnificent scene.

"NOOOOO!" The other two survivors shouted simultaneously.

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