Martial Arts Worlds
Chapter 521: Decoration of an Name

Chapter 521: Decoration of an Name

“U-Unbelievable…”

“What’s going on…?”

“Is the Talent Road broken?!”

Kiernan took a final step and reached 60 meters—it still wasn’t all that heavy, and he was pretty relaxed.

‘Hmm, I wonder if the mechanic that calculates the person’s talent is broken.’

He thought and, with shrugged shoulders, kept walking ahead.

“This machine is obviously broken! You need to fix it and start from the beginning!”

Zeus shouted angrily.

However, the officials didn’t react, as they had received a word on their earpieces, and apparently it was working just as supposed.

Also, they would really find out if it was broken when the next-in-the-line would try the Talent Road.

‘Hmm…’

Sun looked coldly at the back of Kiernan and had a few cold sweat beads fall off his forehead.

He knew the mechanics behind the Talent Road, as his father was part of the engineering team behind it and other events.

It was working as it was supposed to.

‘The talent that the machine calculates is related to the person’s martial soul—the martial soul is all about the person’s belief in their martial arts.

‘The whole thing about talent is quite misleading. In martial arts, there’s no such thing as talent, not really.

‘All that matters is to have belief in your martial souls, and the talent will come—it should be an easy concept to understand, but it really isn’t.

‘You just cannot force the belief—it is all subconsciousness—and this proves that Kiernan has the strongest belief of anyone else.’

…

Nightingale, Abracadabra Castle.

With shocked gazes, the members of the Abracadabra family watched as the young man easily made his way down the Talent Road.

“Unbelievable…”

“Maybe he actually has Abracadabra blood in his system.

“…After all, Bella is the most talented child of Karl-Michael.”

With a silent gaze, Karl-Michael went to the balcony, lit up his pipe, and looked at the dark sky of the Nightingale.

The door of the balcony opened, and Bella walked in—she stood next to her father—and looked towards the vast sea.

“He is my child. You can fight and say that he isn’t, but you cannot change the truth.”

She said.

“Whew…”

Karl-Michael blew out a breath, his expression softening, and he said weakly.

“…If only he had the name Abracadabra. With Hunter decorating the line on his birth certificate, he will never truly be part of us.”

Bella looked at her father with a shaky voice.

She had never seen him so accepting before, as for the past year, he’d been nothing but hateful towards Kiernan.

The success he had in the Junior Martial Arts Championship wasn’t the reason for him to have another opinion.

He wasn’t shallow like that.

…

New Rakuya, Irio.

“Come on!”

Julian cheered as he watched Kiernan reach seventy meters in the Talent Road—it was a shockingly good score!

He was about to double the score of Frown Man and Prince Leonida at his rate—he was easily in the first place of the rankings!

“Yip! Yip!”

Fen cheered as well.

‘The talent cannot be given to a person. It can be taught. It can be learned. I know that my son is a spectacular child, and I wish I could say that I taught him, but I did not.

‘It’s all him, and all his success so far is completely his own doing. I wouldn’t be surprised if he reached the end of Talent Road.’

Karma thought.

…

God Island, the Stadium.

Xerxus perched on the roof, looking at the corpses strewn across the roof, and checked their pulse.

They were all dead.

It didn’t look like they were attacked even, but it just sounded like they all suffered from cardiac arrest.

They were all pale, cold to the touch, and rigid.

“This is not a good sign. They’ve been stared at by death.”

He said with a serious look.

“Something really evil has been released in that house.”

Pankratios said, jumped off the road, and entered the stone house, then went to the basement, where he found the bloody sacrifice circle.

He noticed the decayed corpses, their flesh melted off, and bones turned to ash.

“It’s the work of a death.”

Imperius walked down the stairs, rubbed his chin, and traced his finger across the decayed candles.

“…Where could he have gone off to?”

Pankratios wondered out loud, stepped out of the house, and looked up to the sky—the dark clouds were turning bigger and stretched over most of the city.

It hadn’t quite reached the stadium yet.

Everything under the dark cloud was rotting, such as the fruits, flowers, and vegetation—the insects and all animals were dying as well.

God City’s citizens were strong, so most of them survived, but they still felt the cold air coming from the dark cloud.

The children, who had yet to awaken, all dropped dead.

“Where could he be heading off to…”

Pankratios wondered, picked up a silver pendulum necklace from his pocket, wrapped it around his long index finger, and made it hang.

“Where is danger?”

The pendulum swayed side to side—then it started pulling towards one direction—it was pointing towards the stadium.

“He is heading to the stadium. That’s where most people on the island have gathered. It will be a bloodbath!”

Pankratios said with an ugly expression, and with the two men in tow, they started heading quickly in the stadium’s direction.

…

“…”

Death Merchant walked down a dimly lit hallway—they were all empty—but occasionally, a few employees came across him.

When they saw him, they all dropped dead and stopped breathing.

At last, he found the entrance to the arena, but it was guardced by two men, who tensed up when they saw him.

“This place is off-limits to outsiders. Please, return back to the spectator stands.”

One of them said.

Death Merchant waved his hand, and the two men dropped dead—he walked over them and put his hands on the double doors.

With a push, he opened the double doors and looked forward—he locked his gaze at a person walking down a gray road—the gaze turned evil.

“Kiernan… Kiernan… Hunter… Hunter…”

His voice rasped out, filled with malice.