"Wow! He''s so charming. He really embodies the saying, ''Like a gem among men, unmatched in the world.""


    "Not only is he handsome, but he''s also a great fighter. I''m in love."


    "Go, Honey! You''re the best."


    Every move Dalen made stirred waves of excitement among the crowd. Young women werepletely captivated. Their eyes gleamed with admiration as they watched him in action.


    If Dalen were just a pretty face, it wouldn''t matter much. But his effortless deflection of Thaddeus'' attacks twice demonstrated his formidable skill.


    His striking good looks and exceptional talent naturally drew the attention of the women in the stands.


    "Screw that! He just lucked out dodging a few moves. What''s the big deal? He''s just trying to show off."


    "He looks like a sissy but doesn''t seem to have any real skills. Once Father Savier got serious, he''d crush him in seconds!"


    "Go, Father Savier! Take down this boy toy."


    The male spectators grumbled discontentedly, unlike the female fans. They questioned the worth of Dalen''s good looks. To them, strength mattered most.


    They wanted him to demonstrate his worth by defeating Thaddeus rather than just striking poses, which they found irritating.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    "Kid, looks like you''ve got some skills after all. You handled my ''ice and fire''bo quite nicely. Perhaps I underestimated you." Thaddeus narrowed his eyes.


    "Father Savier, being careless isn''t a good habit. Even though I''m a neer, I''m no pushover. Let''s see what you''ve got. I''m eager to find out, " Dalen replied.


    "You want to see my moves? I''m not sure you''re ready to handle it." Thaddeus shook his head.


    "Oh? So, you''re confident of an easy win?" Dalen smirked.


    "I''m going to make a move. If you can handle it, I''ll show you what I''m really capable of," Thaddeus said calmly.


    "Fine. Go ahead." Dalen folded his fan and gestured with his hand.


    "Kid, watch closely." Thaddeus drew a deep breath. His muscles swelled, and veins bulged under his skin.


    Suddenly, a brilliant golden light burst forth from his body and enveloped himpletely. He seemed almost mythical as he radiated a magnificent power that swept through the arena.


    Some spectators near the battle ring felt an unsettling heaviness in their chests as though burdened by a massive weight.


    At that moment, Thaddeus was bathed in a brilliant golden light. The light quickly transformed into a towering, 90-foot-tall figure of an Angry Ironfist. He slowly raised his hand, and the massive figure mirrored his gesture perfectly.


    "Fenley, what move is this? It seems familiar," Alicia couldn''t help but ask as she watched.


    "This is the Zen ultimate technique called Zenith Skill," Fenley exined." When mastered, it enhances defense and boosts strength significantly. The unique aspect of Zenith Skill is its ability to synergize with other martial arts techniques to produce unexpected effects."


    "Really?" She raised her eyebrow in surprise.


    "I think Father Savier is just warming up with his Zenith Skill. The real attack is still toe," Fenley said, watching the two figures on the battle ring with keen interest.


    "That handsome guy looks like he''s in trouble." Alicia couldn''t help but worry. She didn''t want to see someone so attractive get hurt.


    "Zenith Skill? This is interesting," Dalen remarked impassively as he swayed his folding fan.


    Among the 36 ultimate techniques of Zen, the Zenith Skill held considerable renown in the martial world. Yet, Dalen sensed it didn''t reveal its true power when used alone. He surmised that Thaddeus likely had other moves up his sleeve.


    "Palm of Justice!" Thaddeus roared after gathering his strength.


    He raised his hand and mmed it down fiercely toward Dalen. The Angry Ironfist that encased Thaddeus replicated the attack in perfect synchrony.


    A thunderous explosion echoed through the air.


    Suddenly, a colossal shadow of a golden palm materialized out of thin air, towering like a mountai?, O m stamming toward Dalen. As it swept across the arena, fierce winds roared and sent sand and stones scattering everywhere.


    Dalen faced the enormous palm without flinching. His hair whipped wildly in the tumultuous wind, and his robes fluttered loudly around him. Yet, he remained calm and lightly swayed his folding fan with a faint smile.


    "Damn! Is this kid out of his mind? He''s not even trying to dodge!"


    "He looks frozen like he doesn''t know how to fight back."


    "The Zenith Skillbined with the Palm of Justice is deadly. Even grandmaster martial artists wouldn''t dare take it head-on. This pretty boy is toast today!"


    Dalen''s bold move ignited a storm of whispers among the audience m women gasped and urged caution while male Concerned young Com spectators watched eagerly.


    After all, Thaddeus'' devastating palm strike was something only a grandmaster martial artist could withstand.