Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World
Chapter 647 - 647: Taking In Part 1

Just as he began to take in the atmosphere of the ancient eastern-style city, a loud crash erupted from one of the nearby buildings.

CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of swords clashing broke the silence of the night.

A young man crashed through a broken window and landed on the street.

He held a long sword and quickly scanned the area.

His black eyes moved calmly as he scanned the street. A loose breeze caught the ends of his tied-back hair.

Shortly after, another group appeared. They moved in sync, surrounding the young man from every side.

"Kang, your life ends here."

The young man smirked. "You really think this is enough to kill me?"

Tension grew, and the crowd began to scatter, sensing a battle between powerful spirit masters was about to unfold.

Green light flashed across the young man's eyes.

The ground trembled, and thick green vines erupted. Each one moved like a sharp whip, seeking out targets .

In response, his enemies summoned their spirit rings. Each one glowed with a different color, depending with the age of the ring.

One of them summoned a Fire Spirit in the shape of a bull. Flames roared from its horns as it launched fire into the air.

Another activated his Earth Spirit, fists glowing with crushing force as he charged forward.

Shadows danced as a third unleashed the power of a Dark Spirit, extending tendrils that slithered through the air .

Despite the pressure, the young man matched them move for move.

Each of his movements flowed into the next, smooth and untouchable as he passed through the barrage

As he closed in, his vines snapped out—parrying bursts of flame and coiling tight around his enemies.

His opponents responded with their own martial techniques, trying to pin him down. But in a sudden move, he let go of his sword, throwing them off.

SWOOOSH!

A hidden blade snapped out from his wrist, sharp and fast.

It caught his foes off guard, cutting down those who thought they had him cornered.

But it wasn't over. A needle-thin weapon sliced through the air and struck their necks, piercing their throats

Just as they thought they might survive by using their spirits, a deadly poison took hold. One by one, they dropped to the ground—dead.

All the onlookers were frozen in shock—it happened too fas.

But Reign, standing just a few meters away, was not impressed at all.

'Too slow. Are people on this planet really this weak? Or is it just this brat—no talent at all.'

People around started whispering.

"Isn't that the prodigiy who graduated from Lek Academy?" someone asked.

"Yeah, he won the last tournament," another said, surprised.

"He's only seventeen and already a Spirit Master," someone added.

A few other spirit users nearby shook their heads. "Most of us are still stuck at low ranks at that age," one said quietly.

The crowd talked more about how fast he had grown strong. Lek Academy was famous for training the best Spirit Masters, and this young man was clearly one of the best.

Reign thought quietly to himself, ' Wow, the level here is pretty low… or maybe my standard is just too high,'

From the whispers around him, it sounded like Kang was considered a genius among genius.

'Interesting...'

Kang suddenly sensed someone watching him. He looked up and met Reign's scrutinizing gaze.

At first, he thought it was just another onlooker.

Then his soul suddenly shuddered—he felt death, blood, and destruction closing in.

'Who is this man… and why does he carry such bloodlust?' he wondered

Only someone reborn into this world with heightened soul sensitivity could sensed it—and he did.

Reign noticed the stare and found it amusing—someone that weak was able to see through him.

"What are you staring at?"

The young man turned around and dashed off—his sprint frantic, like a rabbit fleeing for its life from a deadly predator closing in fast.

He never backed down from stronger opponents, relying on his hidden skills and talent.

But being near Reign was different. One wrong word, one wrong move... and death would follow.

'He's following me.!'

Feeling the threat, he quickened his pace. Leaping from roof to roof, his beast spirit ring blurred him into the night.

'Did I lose him?'

Before he could catch his breath, a whooshing sound passed by him, and he quickly found himself standing right in front of Reign.

In an instant, his fight-or-flight response kicked in.

"I respectfully pay my respects, Senior." he cupped his fist and bowed deeply.

A faint smile played on Reign's lips as he lightly touched his chin.

"Senior, huh... not bad. At least you know how to recognize greatness. Alright, I'll spare you. If you attacked me like a stupid brat, I'd have ripped your head off and thrown it out of this planet's orbit."

Kang knew the words sounded exaggerated, but somehow his gut told him it wasn't empty talk.

"Let's get to business. I see you have the potential of a dog, so I'm willing to take you as my disciple."

Kang didn't know how to respond. Many called him a prodigy, but now he was being compared to a dog. The worst part was, he couldn't even argue against it.

"I apologize, Senior, but I already have a master." He bowed his head.

"So?" Reign raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with acknowledging me as your master? Are you saying I'm not good enough?"

"No, that's not what I meant," Kang started, but before he could finish, Reign grabbed him by the neck.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing at the city outskirts—moved there in an instant.

"Can your master do that?" Reign asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Kang shook his head, still catching his breath. "No… he can't."

"That's what I thought. So stop wasting my time and show some respect. I might change my mind and crush your skull instead. Believe me, I'm being too generous right now—it actually hurts."