The Heavenly Jade Sect had become an amusing playground for Souta. With every passing day, his power grew exponentially, while his reputation as the most shameless, overpowered playboy spread like wildfire. No one in the sect could deny his strength or his audacity. From the grand elders to the youngest disciples, everyone had heard of the man who could shatter mountains with a flick of his wrist, and yet still be caught winking at every beautiful woman who crossed his path.
Souta, however, was no longer satisfied with simply basking in his power. He needed more. A new challenge. A new target to conquer, both in terms of strength and... pleasure.
One morning, as he strolled through the sect's cultivation garden, admiring the beauty of the flowers, he overheard a conversation between two female disciples.
"Have you heard? The Demon King's disciple is coming to the sect today," one of them whispered, her voice full of concern.
"Yeah," the other replied, her eyes darting nervously. "They're said to be on par with the strongest in our sect. If they challenge us, we're no match."
Souta paused. The mention of a Demon King's disciple immediately piqued his interest. Anyone who could make even the proud disciples of the Heavenly Jade Sect nervous was worth checking out.
With a grin, he approached the two women, his presence as overwhelming as ever. The moment they saw him, their faces flushed with a mix of awe and embarrassment.
"Did I hear that right?" Souta said smoothly, his golden eyes glinting with amusement. "A disciple of the Demon King, you say? That sounds like someone I should meet."
The women exchanged nervous glances but said nothing. Souta, however, was already in motion, his gaze locked on the horizon. If there was a new challenge in the sect, he would be the first to face it.
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Hours later, he found himself standing at the entrance of the sect's grand arena. A large crowd had gathered, murmuring excitedly. The tension in the air was palpable.
Souta's eyes narrowed as a figure emerged onto the arena floor. A tall, imposing man, dressed in dark robes embroidered with crimson runes, strode forward. His aura was thick with malice and dark energy—undeniably powerful. But even as Souta examined him, he couldn't help but smirk.
"Is that supposed to intimidate me?" he muttered, his voice dripping with arrogance.
The Demon King's disciple stopped in the center of the arena, his eyes scanning the crowd. He looked unbothered by the whispers and stares of the sect's disciples. That is, until his gaze landed on Souta.
Souta grinned. The disciple's expression shifted ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"You must be the so-called 'Heavenly Prodigy,'" the disciple sneered, his voice heavy with disdain. "You are nothing compared to me. I've slaughtered entire armies, destroyed cities. What makes you think you stand a chance against me?"
Souta's smirk deepened. "The same thing that makes me think I stand a chance against anyone," he said casually. "My power. And more importantly, my charm."
The crowd fell silent, their eyes flickering between the two men. There was an undeniable tension in the air as the two stared each other down.
Then, without warning, the Demon King's disciple raised his hand, summoning a massive blade of dark energy that crackled with destructive power. The ground trembled as he swung the blade toward Souta with blinding speed.
But Souta didn't flinch.
With a single step, he disappeared from his spot and reappeared right in front of the disciple. His movement was so fast, so effortless, that even the disciple couldn't react in time. Souta's hand shot out and grabbed the blade, halting its descent as if it was nothing more than a child's toy.
"Too slow," Souta said, his voice low and mocking.
The disciple's eyes widened in disbelief. He pulled back, attempting to swing again, but Souta was already behind him. With a single flick of his fingers, the disciple's blade shattered into a thousand pieces, disintegrating before his eyes.
"You…" the disciple started, his voice cracking with disbelief. "How are you so strong?"
Souta chuckled. "I told you. My power knows no equal. And that includes in this arena. Your Demon King is nothing compared to me."
With a swift motion, Souta unleashed a blast of energy that sent the disciple flying back, crashing into the arena walls. The force was enough to rattle the very foundation of the sect. The disciple struggled to rise, but it was clear he was no match for the overwhelming power Souta exuded.
Souta walked toward him slowly, his hands in his pockets. "It's cute, though. You tried. But, let's be real... you were never going to win."
The crowd was silent, their eyes glued to the scene. Some of the female disciples were blushing, caught up in the sheer rawness of his power and dominance. Others were terrified. But no one dared to speak up.
Souta turned back to the crowd and grinned widely. "Well, that was fun. Who's next?"
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As he left the arena, his confidence only grew. The Demon King's disciple was just another stepping stone on his path to greatness. But there was something else that intrigued him. The way the women looked at him after his display of power—those looks of admiration and fear. It was intoxicating.
He wasn't just a man of strength. He was a man of charm. And as long as that remained true, no one would ever be able to challenge him—at least, not in a way that mattered.
Souta smiled to himself as he walked through the sect, his thoughts already turning to the next conquest.