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"Thank you. I don't want to work with that guy either. He died a worthy death."

However, Power's expression was dark as he continued speaking to Crowley, "Crowley, you're not a modified human. You're an ordinary person. Like him, you're an ordinary person."

Hearing this, Crowley was surprised. He had not gone through modification. He and Ironsteel were ordinary people. However, Crowley had been through many fights with his extensive combat skills and battle-hardened experience. He was also a close brother-in-arms who had gone through life and death with Power.

Yet at that moment, Power grabbed Crowley's neck in an iron grip and lifted him high into the sky.

"Crowley, your hand can't be restored anymore, can it?"

At this moment, Crowley understood what Power intended to do, but he still found it hard to believe. "Power, I... I can get a prosthetic! I... I still have my uses!"

"No, Crowley, that's not the issue." Power then continued with a heavy heart, "I thought of a question once. I wondered if Ironsteel was unable to understand me because of the differences in the way ordinary people and us thought.

"But you, Crowley, you resolutely stayed. In you, I saw hope for ordinary people— a chance for them to matter. I thought maybe there was still a place for them. But I was wrong.

"You couldn't even put up a fight in the last battle. And now, your arm is severed beyond recovery. That's the plight of an ordinary person."

Crowley's heart filled with terror, and he began pleading, "No! It's not like that. I was just... caught off guard! I failed to dodge. It was just—"

"No, Crowley," Power said coldly, cutting him off. "That's not an excuse." Desperately, Crowley begged Power, "Please! Please forgive me. G-Give me another chance!"

Power replied, "Alright, I'll give you another chance." When Crowley heard this, he thought Power had changed his mind. Power's next words, however, plunged him into despair.

"I'll give you another chance. It's about a thousand meters above ground here. If you can survive, then I'll give you a chance."

Crowley cried bitterly, pleading, "Power, I was wrong! I was wrong. Please forgive me. We've been fighting together for over ten years..." Before Crowley could finish, Power released his grip.

Crowley fell directly from the thousand-meter height with no protection. The outcome was inevitable.

The crowd witnessed Crowley's death and Power's cruelty. They did not dare speak a word, keeping silent as they waited for Banjo.

...

Dusvad had brought Elias and Kaden to the palace. The whole world was watching them on a livestream. They all wanted to know what was the outcome.

Dusvad, Elias, and Kaden took their seats with Nash and the rest sitting beside the two elders. After that, Dusvad skipped the pleasantries and said, "Gentlemen, let's begin."noveldrama

"Yes, your Majesty," Elias replied.

"Drakonia is steeped in history when it comes to martial arts. Through investigation, I realized every country has a somewhat different concept of martial artists.

"In Drakonia, martial artists are imbued with a sense of mystery. We don't deny their existence, but they generally adhere to a set of

guidelines. All martial artists

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guidelines and not cause harm to ordinary people. It's precisely because of this that we adopt a wait-and-see attitude toward conflicts among martial artists.

"As long as it doesn't threaten the safety and interests of the general populace, there's no need for us to completely police things. However, it seem that some martial artists

from certain countries are intending to overturn this existing

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arrangement."