Martial Era: Starting With The Strongest Talent-Chapter 170: Back To Normal

With his Martial Spirit now at 4-Star, Adam’s control over his techniques sharpened dramatically.

Which was exactly what he needed.

The hall was far too small for the attack he was about to release.

Normally, unleashing it here would destroy half the building.

But now.

His control was precise enough.

Adam stepped forward.

His Profound Spirit rose behind him.

Then it began to spin, as the spirit compressed into a massive cyclone of wind.

Better than before, the rotation was perfectly refined, with no form of wasted energy.

Just pure control.

Then, the cyclone released its blades.

Hundreds of wind blades burst outward.

But instead of scattering wildly, their trajectories curved through the air with surgical precision.

Each death infused blade locked onto the Reliance-induced corpse and the blades struck one after another.

Because the wind was laced with Death Affinity, the effect was immediate.

The moment the blades cut through the monsters, they died.

Across the hall, the Profound Lords and martial artists paused mid-fight.

They watched as the creatures they had been struggling against collapsed one by one, as the battlefield cleared in seconds.

Remedy glanced at the collapsing monsters and smiled faintly.

"Looks like Adam has it under control."

The last corpse fell and the cyclone slowed.

Then the spinning storm folded back inward.

Adam’s Profound Spirit returned to its normal form behind him.

And the hall finally went quiet.

****

The hall was now littered with the bodies of the Reliance-induced corpses.

But this time, they stayed down.

With the creatures truly dead, the effects of Disable faded from the gathered martial artists.

Star Power gradually returned to normal.

Around the room, people slowly began moving normaly again.

The head of Herbal X had already been captured.

Two acolytes held her firmly as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Across the hall, several reporters surrounded the journalist from Abels Publishers.

They fired question after question at him.

"Where did your source come from?"

"How long have you known about this?"

"Did you investigate the facility yourself?"

The reporter didn’t answer any of them.

He simply stood there with a smug expression.

Tonight had just turned Abels Publishers into one of the most credible media outlets in Tristan.

And he knew it.

Meanwhile, the manager of Tristan’s Mission Hall walked toward where Adam had been standing.

He stopped.

Looked around but the disciple was gone.

The manager frowned slightly.

He had intended to thank the masked man for his assistance.

And more importantly, ask which Saint he served.

But the disciple had already disappeared.

The manager fell silent for a moment.

Why would a Saint interfere in something like this?

From the information the disciple had provided, it was clear that Hyper and Herbal X had been running an illegal operation for quite some time.

Without that evidence...

Tristan might never have discovered it.

Still...

It was unusual.

For a Saint to intervene over something tied to what appeared to be a relatively insignificant company.

The manager exhaled slowly.

There was only one conclusion he felt confident about.

The Saint likely belonged to the Alliance.

But not to any specific faction within it.

An unaligned Saint.

After a moment, the manager pushed the thought aside.

There were more urgent matters to handle.

He turned toward the acolytes accompanying him.

"I want every employee of Hyper and Herbal X rounded up."

His voice carried across the hall.

"We’re going to make sure nothing else slips through our fingers."

The acolytes immediately moved to carry out the order.

And the long night in Tristan had only just begun.

****

By the time the situation inside the hall stabilized, Remedy and the others had already left.

The acolytes had questioned them briefly.

Once their statements were recorded, they were allowed to go.

Now they sat inside the car, driving away from the event center.

For a while.

No one spoke.

Then Felecia broke the silence.

"Well... that’s one way to handle it."

She smirked slightly as she drove.

"I definitely wouldn’t have done it the way Adam did."

Scott leaned back in his seat.

"Those Reliance corpses that appeared at the end..." he said slowly. "Even with the Lords there, I don’t think we could’ve handled that many."

At that moment the car stopped as the passenger door opened and Ivy stepped into the car.

She had been missing during the final part of the battle.

Remedy turned toward her immediately.

"Did you get it?"

Ivy nodded.

She handed over a flash drive.

Remedy took it and gave a small nod.

"Good."

Felecia started the engine again.

The car pulled away from the curb as they began the drive back to the manor.

A few minutes later, Scott spoke again.

"Rem."

He glanced toward her.

"If Adam hadn’t defeated Felecia and taken the Saint disciple spot... how were you planning to handle all those Reliance corpses?"

The question hung in the air.

Felecia kept driving, but her ears perked up.

She was curious too.

Even a single wave of Disable from those monsters could immobilize most fighters.

Hundreds of them appearing at once?

That was a nightmare scenario.

Remedy stayed silent for a moment.

Then she answered calmly.

"I would have handled it."

The car fell quiet.

Felecia sighed.

"Same answer as always."

Remedy had a habit of responding like that whenever she was asked how she planned to solve something impossible.

I’ll handle it.

That was always the answer.

And somehow.

It always worked out.

The team had long since gotten used to it.

Soon the conversation faded.

The car continued through the city streets.

And before long, they were on their way back to the manor.

****

The car rolled through the gates of Eden Manor.

By the time it stopped in the driveway, the night had grown quiet again.

Inside the manor, Adam was already sitting on the couch in the living room.

He sat cross-legged, calmly absorbing essence.

A faint current of energy flowed toward him, sinking into his meridians.

When the front door opened, he glanced up briefly.

"They took their time," he muttered.

Then his eyes closed again as he continued cultivating.