Against The Eternity Chapter 99: [98] Chapter - 59: Grandmaster’s team (Part - 2/2)

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[98] Chapter - 59: Grandmaster’s team (Part - 2/2) Chandra exhaled slowly, scanning the enemy group before them. “Even the Grandmaster is only a two-star,” he said with a faint sigh. Zeliang tilted his head slightly, a calm smile forming on his face. “Good for you,” he replied. “I won’t be fighting this one. Consider it your practice.” Thunder roared across the sky, the sound tearing through the forest as lightning briefly illuminated the clearing. The two-star Grandmaster Warrior stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he observed the two figures before him. “Who are you?” he demanded. Zeliang met his gaze without hesitation. “Someone who is going to kill all of you.” The Grandmaster’s expression stiffened. His voice lowered instinctively, sensing the difference in strength. “Senior… I don’t recall if I or anyone here has offended you or your companions.” Before Zeliang could respond, Chandra stepped forward. “Maybe not you,” he said coldly, “but your Elder did.” The man swallowed hard, fear flickering across his face despite his attempt to remain composed. “But—” Zeliang interrupted him, his tone sharp. “Are you a core disciple?” The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes… Senior. My name is Ruhrat.” Zeliang let out a soft laugh, the sound oddly relaxed amidst the tension of the battlefield. He stepped casually toward a nearby tree and raised his hand slightly. With a faint flicker of light, a wooden chair appeared from his storage ring and settled firmly onto the damp ground. “A Grandmaster at your age… quite impressive,” he said, studying Ruhrat with mild interest. “And you still manage to speak politely, even in a situation like this.” He paused, then gestured lazily toward Chandra. “So here’s an offer—if you can defeat him, I’ll let all of you leave alive.” Without waiting for a response. Zeliang sat down, leaning back as if he were merely watching a performance rather than standing in the middle of a life-and-death encounter. Of course, he had no intention of letting them go. He already knew the outcome. Ruhrat, despite his talent, stood no chance against Chandra. And beyond strategy, there was another reason—Zeliang simply enjoyed watching battles unfold more than participating in them. As Chandra and Ruhrat stepped forward to begin their duel, the rest of the team moved efficiently in the background. The remaining six members of the Falling Leaf Sect were subdued without resistance, bound and rendered unconscious, their bodies laid aside on the rain-damp ground. Meanwhile, Zeliang reached into his storage ring and retrieved a small formation, no larger than his palm. Without hesitation, he bit into his thumb, drawing a bead of blood, and let it fall onto the formation. The symbols engraved upon it flickered faintly as it absorbed the essence. Then, with a smooth motion, he tossed it upward. All eyes turned toward him. Zeliang formed a sequence of precise hand signs, his movements controlled and deliberate, before finally closing his palm. In that instant, a vast formation expanded outward, spreading across the surroundings in all directions, subtle yet immense in scale. Leaning back into his chair, Zeliang glanced at the others and said casually, “Relax. It’s just a concealment formation. No one outside will sense what’s happening here… unless a Spirit Warrior appears.” The rain continued to fall, but now even the sound of it seemed contained—sealed within the invisible boundary. Chandra gave a slight nod, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword as Ruhrat settled into a firm defensive stance. The rain continued to fall between them, droplets slicing through the tense silence. Then—without warning—Chandra moved. His figure surged forward with explosive speed, closing the distance in an instant. As he entered striking range, his blade cut through the air in a sharp arc, the force behind it creating a visible distortion as it descended toward Ruhrat. At the last possible moment, Ruhrat reacted. Clang! Thei