Awakening of the Mind Sovereign
Chapter 53: The Sovereign’s Paradox - 2

Chapter 53: The Sovereign’s Paradox - 2

For a moment, no one moved.

Then chaos erupted.

A warrior cloaked in golden flames lunged at Echo, his fists burning with condensed solar energy.

From the opposite side, a woman with crimson blades flickered into existence, her speed breaking the sound barrier.

Another competitor a brute wielding a warhammer infused with earth essenceswung down with enough force to level a fortress.

Three attacks.

Three masterful warriors.

Echo didn’t flinch.

At the very last moment

He moved.

Not with the raw speed of a lightning wielder. Not with the brute strength of a titan.

His movement was ghostlike, a subtle shift in space an unnatural glide rather than a step.

The golden-flamed warrior’s punch missed entirely, his fire extinguishing as it brushed past empty air.

The crimson-bladed woman’s slash perfectly timed and lethal cut nothing but wind.

The warhammer strike?

It met something far worse than resistance.

It stopped.

The brute’s arms trembled as his weapon refused to budge, as if it had struck an invisible wall. His muscles bulged, veins popping as he pushed harder

But the hammer wouldn’t move.

Then Echo finally spoke.

"You’re already dead."

His voice was calm, almost indifferent.

The brute’s eyes widened

And then, his chest collapsed inward, as if some unseen force had crushed his ribs from the inside.

He fell.

Not screaming. Not gasping.

Just silent.

Gone.

The remaining warriors hesitated.

The battlefield, once roaring with battle cries and explosions, had fallen into a deathly silence.

Echo had yet to unleash any visible technique.

He had yet to summon any weapons.

And yet, three of Greater Earth’s strongest had already fallen before him.

Whispers spread among the surviving competitors.

"What... what kind of power is this?"

"He’s... he’s not using mana. He’s not using force energy."

"Then what the hell is he using?!"

Terror crept into their voices.

For the first time in the tournament’s history, fighters who had trained for decades—who had slain beasts, kings were considering something unthinkable.

They were considering running.

But then the air shifted again.

A deep, guttural laugh echoed through the arena.

Not from Echo.

But from above.

A colossal energy wave exploded into the battlefield.

The arena shook violently. The air became dense, pressing down on the warriors like an iron weight.

A new presence had arrived.

And it wasn’t just one.

Six figures descended from the sky, their auras so overwhelming that even the most seasoned fighters instinctively knelt.

The Mighty Ones.

The rulers of Unified Energy.

The true kings of the battlefield.

The leader of the six, a man with silver hair and glowing blue eyes, gazed directly at Eiko.

A slow smirk formed on his lips.

"So, the rumors were true."

His voice carried a weight greater than mountains, a presence heavier than death.

"You’ve returned."

Echo’s expression didn’t change.

He simply tilted his head, his voice devoid of emotion.

"And you’ve been waiting for me."

The silver-haired warrior’s smirk widened.

"Of course. Because only one of us is walking away from this battlefield alive."

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The battlefield still trembled.

The presence of the Mighty Ones

The six figures who had descended were not mere warriors they were rulers, beings who had transcended the mortal plane of Unified Energy. Each one of them was a living legend, a powerhouse whose very existence shaped the balance of power in the world.

Yet, even as they stood there, radiating power strong enough to crush mountains, all eyes remained on Echo.

Because the impossible had just happened.

He should have been at the peak of the Third World at best. The limits of Unified Energy dictated that even the strongest fighters could only ascend so far.

But the energy radiating from Echo was beyond classification.

It was something new.

Something terrifying.

The organizers of the tournament sat in their high seats, their expressions unreadable.

But behind their calm facades, panic was setting in.

"How can this be?" one of them muttered.

"Did he break the power laws?"

Whispers spread among the gathered fighters.

Many of them had spent decades training to reach their current level—pushing past physical limitations, breaking through bottlenecks, sacrificing everything to reach the pinnacle.

But now, standing before them was a man who had bypassed it all.

And no one understood how.

In the judges’ area, a single figure remained silent.

An old man with cold eyes, his robes lined with faded gold, a symbol of the ancient order that maintained the laws of power in this world.

His expression was unreadable, but his fingers clenched the stone table before him.

When his gaze locked onto Echo, his heart sank.

"That bastard..." he whispered under his breath.

"He has crossed the boundaries of the Third World..."

His mind screamed against the thought, but he knew what he was sensing.

"That’s impossible."

The silence stretched.

Echo remained calm, his expression unreadable.

The leader of the Mighty Ones the silver-haired warrior with piercing blue eyes finally spoke.

"Echo."

His voice carried no hostility.

Only acknowledgment

"You’re not supposed to exist."

A murmur ran through the fighters.

Echo didn’t respond.

The silver-haired warrior tilted his head slightly.

"Did you think you could just waltz in here and no one would notice?"

Still, no response.

The smirk on the warrior’s lips faded. His gaze sharpened.

"Fine."

His body vanished.

The moment he moved, shockwaves rippled through the battlefield.

The sheer speed of his movement tore the ground apart, sending debris and dust flying in every direction. Fighters stumbled backward, shielding themselves from the force.

And in the next instant

A spear of pure energy materialized in the warrior’s hands.

It was a weapon formed from compressed lightning, vibrating so fast that the air around it distorted.

With a single motion, he thrust the spear forward

Straight at Echo’s heart.

The attack was so fast that most of the fighters didn’t even see it.

But the next thing they did see

Was Echo standing completely still.

And the spear?

It had stopped.

Not blocked.

Not deflected.

It had simply ceased to exist.

The silver-haired warrior’s eyes widened.

"What?"

The battlefield went dead silent.

Everyone had seen it.

There was no movement.

No technique.

No counterattack.

The spear an attack strong enough to annihilate a city—had simply vanished from reality.

The other Mighty Ones shifted uncomfortably.

One of them, a woman wrapped in a dark-blue cloak, narrowed her eyes.

"He didn’t dodge. He didn’t block."

Her voice was flat, but there was an edge of disbelief in it.

"He rewrote the outcome."

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