The Life of Lust Demon

Spirit Core Realm!

At his age, reaching the Spirit Core Realm was practically unheard of. Martial artists at this level were poised to ascend to legendary status, akin to figures like John and Charlotte, in just a few years—or even a few months, given the right circumstances. And yet, here Anos stood, having already crossed that threshold.

"Yes," Anos said, his tone calm but filled with determination. "That's exactly why I'm here—to settle this and avenge you."

Mia's face lit up with joy. "Yes, yes!" she nodded enthusiastically, her trust in him unwavering.

Anos decided there was no longer a need to hide his strength. Perhaps there was some merit in maintaining secrecy until he grew even stronger, but with the cards he held now, concealment felt unnecessary. After all, his trump card—the power of space—was his ultimate safeguard. Even if someone like John came after him, Anos had the tools to stand his ground. His exchangeable points could unlock the formidable Four Elements, and the sheer destructive power of an Earth-Tier Eight-Star Skill could close the gap between multiple levels within the Spirit Core Realm.

The so-called experts of the academy? They were merely Spirit Core Realm cultivators. Now that he had joined their ranks, how far apart could their strength really be? Anos wasn't entirely certain, but the gap couldn't be insurmountable.

He estimated that within twenty days, with consistent efforts in the Beast Domain, he could match their level entirely. But he wasn't delusional. Those geniuses earned their reputation for a reason—their mastery of Elements, combat prowess, and sheer talent made them exceptional. Yet, Anos had no intention of falling short.

As he passed the Intermediate Division's classrooms, his presence turned heads.

"Who is he here to challenge this time?" one student murmured, staring wide-eyed as Anos strode by with purpose.

"No way... Is he heading for the Advanced Division?!"

"That's insane! The Advanced Division is full of Elemental Foundation Realm cultivators. Some are even above Stage-Seven! What's he thinking?"

"He doesn't look like he's here to flirt, that's for sure."

"Let's follow and see!"

Before long, news of Anos's bold venture spread like wildfire through the academy. From the Beginner to the Intermediate Division, students flocked to witness the spectacle. Wherever Anos went, fights followed, and now, with his sights set on the Advanced Division, the entire academy buzzed with anticipation.

Anos marched to the entrance of Class Fifth in the Advanced Division, his expression hard and unyielding. Inside, about 30 students were either chatting or sparring, their conversations dying the moment they heard his voice boom.

"Where's Samson? Drag your sorry ass out here!" Anos demanded, his tone sharp enough to cut through steel.

The crowd that had followed him froze, their jaws practically hitting the floor.

"Wait, Samson? That Samson?" someone whispered.

"Does this guy have a death wish? Samson's Spirit Core Realm. Anos must've lost his damn mind!"

"Picking fights with Elemental Foundation students was one thing, but this? He's toast."

Word spread fast, and students from the Beginner and Intermediate Divisions started gathering to witness what everyone assumed would be Anos' humiliation.

Not far away, leaning against a tree with a half-eaten lollipop, Hannah's eyebrow arched. She let out a chuckle. "Oh, this is rich. Picking fights in Class Fifth? Does he even know who he's up against, or is he just here to die? Guess I'll stick around."

Inside the class, heads turned toward the door. Whispers filled the air, and many recognized Anos, though they hadn't expected him to show his face in the Advanced Division.

Samson, tall and built like a tank, sauntered forward with a sneer on his face. "You're yelling for me like you've got something to prove. Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

Anos locked eyes with him, unflinching. "You're the one who insulted Mia?" His voice was calm, but the anger underneath was palpable.

Samson looked over at Mia and then burst into laughter. "You mean that little thing behind you? Yeah, I called her out. So what? What are you gonna do about it, kid?"

Anos stepped forward, his gaze unrelenting. "You've got two choices. Apologize now, on your knees, or I'll make you wish you had."

The room erupted into laughter.

"Is this clown serious?" one guy snorted.

Samson's laugh was the loudest. "Oh, please. You're barking up the wrong fucking tree. Go ahead, try me. Let's see what you're made of, you little shit."

And then it happened.

Slap—

The sound echoed through the room as Samson's head snapped to the side. His body twisted mid-air, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed to the ground.

The laughter stopped. The entire room froze, jaws hanging open as they stared at the impossible.

"No... fucking... way," someone whispered.

Hannah crushed her lollipop in her mouth, eyes shining with excitement. "Spirit Core Realm," she muttered, grinning. "This just got a hell of a lot more fun."

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Anos smirked, his voice dripping with disdain. "That's it? You're a Spirit Core cultivator, and all you've got is flailing around like a mad dog? Pathetic."

The crowd gasped, jaws dropping as the reality sank in. Anos had just put Samson—a Spirit Core Realm powerhouse—on his ass. How could a junior, fresh into the Sky Martial Court, accomplish this?

Samson staggered to his feet, his hand trembling as he wiped the blood from his mouth, his expression twisted in fury and humiliation. "You little bastard! Do you think you can humiliate me and walk away alive? I'll fucking end you right here and now!"

Electricity crackled around Samson as his lightning Element surged to life. The air around him grew heavy, charged with the raw power of his Spirit Core Realm cultivation. His fists glowed with blue energy, sparks dancing like venomous snakes.

"Die, you worthless piece of shit!" Samson bellowed, his voice echoing as he launched a devastating punch wreathed in lightning.

The crowd panicked, scrambling to get as far away as possible. The sheer force of Samson's attack sent shockwaves through the area, shaking the ground and ripping leaves from the trees.

Anos didn't flinch. His aura flared, and in an instant, his figure blurred. Before anyone could process what had happened, he was behind Sasha and Mia, wrapping an arm around their waists and pulling them both to safety.

Boom!

The punch missed Anos but struck a massive tree ten meters away. The explosion of lightning obliterated the trunk, scattering burning splinters everywhere. The air hissed with residual static as the crowd stared at the destruction in stunned silence.

Everyone's jaws dropped. The sheer speed Anos had displayed was beyond belief! Not only had he dodged Samson's devastating punch, but he had also whisked both Sasha and Mia to safety with ridiculous ease. That speed wasn't just fast—it was monstrous.

"How the hell is he that quick? He's only at Stage-One of the Spirit Core Realm! It was the same during the intermediate class fight. Could it really just be a martial arts technique?" Hannah murmured, popping a fresh chocolate-flavored lollipop into her mouth, her curiosity now piqued.

After ensuring Sasha and Mia were safe, Anos turned back, his stride slow and deliberate, exuding calm confidence.

The crowd stared in disbelief. Why wasn't he running? Did he have a death wish?

Then it hit them. The aura radiating from Anos was nearly identical to Samson's—a raw, formidable Spirit Core Realm energy. The realization sent shockwaves through the onlookers.

"Holy shit! Anos is in the Spirit Core Realm?!"

"He's been hiding his strength this whole time, acting weak just to bait Samson! The guy's a monster!"

"Why? Why him? I've been grinding away for years, and I'm still stuck at the Elemental Foundation Realm! How the hell did he leap so far, so fast?"

The crowd's muttering turned into wails of frustration and disbelief. Anos had gone from being dismissed as a nobody to standing toe-to-toe with a Spirit Core Realm powerhouse. The sheer unfairness of his meteoric rise gnawed at them.

Even Samson, feeling the unmistakable aura of Anos's Stage-One Spirit Core Realm cultivation, was momentarily taken aback. This brat was no pushover. But the shock quickly faded, replaced by a cold sneer.

"So what if you've stepped into the Spirit Core Realm?" Samson spat. "You think that changes anything? My thunder Element will crush you in a straight fight. Let's see how long your arrogance lasts."

Anos tilted his head, a faint crack sounding as he twisted his neck, his cold gaze fixed on Samson. His lips curled into a mocking smirk. "One slap wasn't enough for you, huh? Don't worry—I've got more where that came from."

In the distance, Mia's face flushed with excitement as she cupped her hands around her mouth, shouting, "Anos, don't hold back! Teach him a lesson!"

Samson's expression darkened as thunder surged around him, crackling with menace. His eyes narrowed, and a vicious smile formed on his lips. "You dodged a punch and think you're invincible? Let's see if you can dodge this! Furious Thunder Fist!"

The air roared with the sound of thunder as Samson launched himself at Anos, his entire body wrapped in searing blue lightning. The sheer force of his charge sent shockwaves rippling through the ground.

But, Anos stood his ground, unshaken. He snorted, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"You think you're the only one who commands thunder?" Anos's voice cut through the tension, sharp and confident.

Suddenly—

Sizzle, sizzle, CRACK—

"What the actual fuck?" someone in the crowd blurted as Anos's body erupted with lightning—not blue like Samson's, but an ominous, radiant purple thunder.

Gasps echoed around the battlefield.

"Wasn't he supposed to have no Element? Where did this purple lightning come from? And—what the hell even is purple thunder?"

Even Hannah, who had been watching smugly, froze. Her lollipop cracked in her teeth. She frowned, staring at the shattered candy in disbelief.

"Purple thunder…" she muttered, her voice tinged with awe. "The rarest, deadliest thunder attribute. Regular thunder's already one in ten thousand. Purple thunder? That's one in a million! Damn, this guy just keeps surprising me."

Meanwhile, Anos's fists began to glow with electrified energy. His voice was cold as ice.

"Let me show you how real thunder strikes. Thunder Ride Star Fist!"

Purple arcs of lightning danced around him, crackling with deadly intent. The sheer force radiating from his body sent shivers down spines.

Samson's confidence faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he saw Anos's transformation.

"Purple thunder…" he muttered to himself, his voice laced with disbelief. But he quickly shook it off, clenching his fists. "Hah! I don't give a shit! Thunder's thunder—I'll crush you all the same!"

With a roar, Samson charged forward again, his body surging with blue lightning.

BOOM!

The clash was cataclysmic. Anos's purple thunder met Samson's blue in an explosion of raw power. Dust and debris erupted from the impact, creating a cloud that swallowed the battlefield. The shockwave rippled out in a 40-meter radius, forcing onlookers to shield their faces.

Hannah smirked as she casually released her own aura, dispersing the dust around her. "Now this is interesting," she mused, pulling out another lollipop and unwrapping it slowly.

When the dust finally cleared, the scene left everyone in stunned silence.

Samson was on his knees, coughing up blood. His once-proud figure was charred and trembling. In front of him stood Anos, unscathed, his clothes slightly singed but his aura as menacing as ever.

"Fuck!" Samson spat through gritted teeth, his voice weak. He stared at Anos with a mix of confusion and fear. "Why… why the hell is your lightning so much stronger than mine?!"

Anos stepped forward, his purple thunder flickering ominously around his fists. He sneered.

"Because your lightning's a cheap imitation," he said coldly. "When my thunder hits yours, it's like a father disciplining his unruly child. You never stood a chance."

Samson's face twisted in humiliation and rage, but he couldn't deny the truth. He had felt it—the moment their thunders clashed, his own Element had recoiled in submission.

Hannah chuckled softly from her spot under the tree. "This guy's something else. Purple thunder isn't just rare—it's overwhelming. It's like fighting a force of nature. No wonder Samson's lightning couldn't compete."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Behind Anos, Mia's voice rang out, full of excitement.

"Anos! You're amazing!" she cheered, her face flushed with admiration.

Anos glanced back at her and Sasha, giving them a small nod before turning his attention back to Samson.

"Done yet, or do I have to beat some more respect into you?" Anos asked, his voice calm but laced with menace.

Samson glared up at him, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. But before he could reply, Anos's boot slammed down on his back with a sickening thud.

"Stay down," Anos growled.

The crowd watched in stunned silence. None of them dared to speak, let alone move. This wasn't just a fight anymore—it was a declaration. Anos had arrived, and he wasn't going to let anyone forget it.