Chapter 7 Unforgettable Intentions, Departing Alone

• As the sun rose high, Caleb Keynes participated in two more matches. Despite facing formidable opponents from the Pound family's elites and the talented individuals from the Victor family, Caleb Keynes defeated them one by one, smoothly advancing to the next round.
• Elsa Melville witnessed her son's extraordinary skills, and her eyes sparkled with pride. She no longer harbored any thoughts of escape. With the Keynes family's unique martial arts and a bit of cautiousness, Caleb Keynes was practically invincible.
• Without injuries and with such remarkable skills, there was a great possibility that he could become the son-in-law!
• Regarding the reckless young master Rile Victor, Elsa Melville was not worried. As long as Caleb Keynes could secure the position of son-in-law, they wouldn't dare to act recklessly.
• If, by any chance, becoming the son-in-law was impossible, Elsa Melville was already prepared to leave.
• "Son, do your best and strive to become the son-in-law. You're not young anymore. This county princess, with her prestigious background, probably chose to marry in this remote place due to being unattractive or perhaps being a widow."
• "Even so, you shouldn't bully her. Treat the county princess well and comfort her wounded heart."
• Thinking about Caleb Keynes and the county princess's future life, Elsa Melville earnestly advised him.
• Although Elsa Melville spoke this way, if it turned out the county princess had a different background or lived a dissolute life, she would still leave with her son. Such a daughter-in-law couldn't be accepted!
• Caleb Keynes's mouth twitched slightly. He had no mood to respond to his mother's words.
• Caleb Keynes had just made up his mind to become the son-in-law. Although there was still a year's time, the county princess was, after all, the princess of the empire, and her foundation was stronger than that of the Victor family.
• If the Victor family could refine Gathering Spirit Pills, the princess's mansion could do the same!
• However, looking at his lively and adorable little sister nearby, Caleb Keynes's heart wavered again.
• At this moment,
• "The county princess is here!"
• A somewhat sharp voice suddenly spread across the entire arena.
• The heads of major families in the private boxes stood up and respectfully looked toward the luxurious box at the top, bowing in unison!
• As for the lower-level arena, every small family's spirit shook. Even the younger generation of those families perked up, straightened their clothing, took out folding fans, and revealed sunny smiles, looking up at the sky, awaiting the goddess's favor.
• Caleb Keynes's lips slightly curved. The dignity of a heavenly emperor's expert forbade him from doing so, but his mother's hand forced him to bow respectfully.
• Humming—
• At this moment, the golden drums sounded!
• A figure in a white dress, with a graceful figure, suddenly descended from the sky. A white veil covered her charming face, revealing only a pair of clear eyes. She cast a faint glance over the crowd below. When she saw Rile Victor among the crowd, her gaze became complicated. With a light tap of her jade foot, she floated to her exclusive box.
• But at this moment, as she entered the box, as if she had exhausted all her strength, the heavenly fairy suddenly fell from the sky to the mortal world. She sat down abruptly, holding her knees, trembling all over.
• This person was none other than the Empire's county princess, Stacy Louisa!
• Stacy Louisa had grown up with Rile Victor. She knew that Rile Victor had always liked her. From childhood to adulthood, it had been the same. But Stacy Louisa regarded him as a younger brother. There had never been any romantic feelings between them.
• Moreover, Stacy Louisa was already disfigured. She didn't have the courage to face Rile Victor's sincere feelings.
• If it weren't for her father's insistence on her getting married, she wouldn't have come!
• Her heart was like ashes, but she had no choice. She didn't want to marry Rile Victor, but she had no way out.
• "Brother, why are you so persistent? Sister is like this now. Let me go, please?"
• Stacy Louisa murmured softly, tears streaming down her face.
• At this moment,
• Eight golden-armored guards also descended from the sky. They stood erect like just-sculpted statues, sealing off Stacy Louisa's box securely. This prevented anyone from approaching the box and also prevented the county princess from escaping.
• "Stacy sister, Stacy sister!"
• Rile Victor looked at Stacy Louisa in a daze, murmuring, especially when he saw her tightly wrapped in a veil, his heart tightened, seemingly robbing her of all her strength.
• Boom boom boom, he took two steps back. Memories of hard times flooded Rile Victor's mind.
• Stacy Louisa was injured for him. She was the pain in Rile Victor's heart!
• "Dear young talents, this afternoon will be the final match, consisting of 301 participants. One will be randomly given a bye, and the rest will compete according to their assigned numbers. Let the matches begin!"
• A chubby, golden-robed warrior agilely approached the center of the arena, loudly explaining the rules. Then, he went to a specially made metal box, reached out his plump hand, and took out a number.
• "Number 28, Rile Victor, gets a bye. The rest, let the battles commence!"
• As the referee's words fell, many young lords participating in the various matches clenched their fists, feeling a rising anger within. This was clearly a case of manipulation behind the scenes.
• Caleb Keynes smiled. He had anticipated such things, but hearing the result still left a trace of displeasure in his heart. Suppressing the emotions, he calmly ascended the arena when the referee announced his name.
• One hour later, ten arenas simultaneously witnessed battles, concluding the first round. The second round, featuring 150 participants, was about to begin.
• At the referee's command, the second round commenced swiftly. Half an hour later, the second round concluded.
• The third round, the fourth round...
• In the ensuing matches, Rile Victor once again got lucky with a bye. After a prolonged period, nearing evening, the finals officially began.
• The contenders were Caleb Keynes and Rile Victor, casting a solemn hush over the entire arena.
• Rile Victor's presence was expected, but Caleb Keynes, the dark horse from a major family, surprised many.
• Especially Blake Pound, who maliciously glared at Caleb Keynes. In his private box were representatives from various families in Sun City, all of whom were culprits in the downfall of the Keynes family.
• They already knew the Victor family's arrangement – Caleb Keynes had to lose in the finals. They were now discussing how to kill him.
• Caleb Keynes's talent had already instilled panic in them. He had to die!
• "Begin!"
• As the referee's command resounded, a defensive barrier was established, and he quickly stepped down from the arena.
• Boom!
• Just as the referee's feet touched the ground, a humming sound echoed from the competition stage.
• Rile Victor had instantly made his move. The princess was his only love, the pain in his heart. He spared no effort, releasing his peak Qi Movement Realm cultivation. He intended to end the battle quickly and be with the princess.
• The peak Qi Movement Realm burst forth!
• The arena emitted a golden light as a fist the size of a water tank appeared instantly before Caleb Keynes. Unfancy, it aimed at his face.
• With a thud, Caleb Keynes raised both arms to resist, flying straight backward. Just as he was about to cross the edge of the arena, he performed a mid-air somersault, barely stabilizing his figure. A trace of blood dripped from his mouth.
• At this moment, Rile Victor launched a second punch, and another shadow of fists flickered. In the blink of an eye, it arrived at Caleb Keynes's back.
• "Sword Shaking Eight Wastes!"
• Caleb Keynes suddenly roared, surprising Rile Victor, whose emotions were out of control.
• Releasing Qi at such a large scale without ensuring a one-hit kill or understanding the opponent's depth was a taboo for cultivators!
• With Caleb Keynes's roar, a bright white sword appeared in his hand. The sword fiercely stabbed into the ground, emitting a humming sound. A massive sword-shaped illusion formed, and the incoming fist struck the illusion, causing no ripples, instantly disappearing.
• "Gathering Swords into a Form, Micro Realm!"
• A shocked voice suddenly echoed from one of the private boxes. The elderly figure in the stands looked at Caleb Keynes in astonishment. Gathering Swords into a Form, the micro realm – that was one of the four realms of sword cultivation!
• The elderly figure, over two hundred years old, had only recently reached this realm with his Dao Mirror.
• Caleb Keynes, at just twenty years old, how could he possibly comprehend such a profound state!