Chapter 6092

Energy rippled through the crowd on cue. Spectators straightened, their chatter sharpening into eager murmurs as people pressed closer to the stage, hungry for real action after a string of disappointing attempts.

Someone near Jared gasped. “That’s Hector ‘Ironarm’ Rowe—High Immortal Realm Level Six. They say one punch from him can pulverize a hill.”

A second voice answered immediately. “The Ironarm Vagabond? The guy who runs underground fights in the black market? Now this is worth watching.”

Hector strode to the first pillar. His lungs swelled like bellows as he slapped a broad, dinner-plate palm against the carved surface.

Runes etched into the stone flared to life one after another. A white beam climbed slowly upward from the base of the pillar.

One band… two… three…

The ascent slowed, each new flicker taking longer than the last.