Chapter 526: Chapter 252: Demon-Slaying Puppet, Seventh Layer Battle Body

Looking at the news on the big screen, Damon Lopes raised an eyebrow, “He’s actually preparing for closed-door cultivation to breakthrough to Seventh Layer Heaven? Has he already reached this step?”

Regardless of which path of cultivation one chooses, reaching the peak of Sixth-level Heaven does not guarantee a breakthrough to the Seventh.

That is a barrier, obstructing many cultivators.

Spirit Qi and body in unity—it sounds simple, but many advanced cultivators are stuck here, unable to progress for years, their True Strength flame unable to merge with Rune Illusions.

Jack Clark said calmly, “His path is somewhat similar to the Invincible Path I once took, punching through two countries, sweeping through all local cultivators below the mid-stage of the Seventh Layer Heaven.”

“In such circumstances, his Spiritual Will might achieve a certain sublimation, gathering aura, he might already have touched upon the realm of unity between spirit, Qi, and body.”

The Invincible Path is actually a tempering of the Spiritual Will.

When a cultivator keeps on fighting, defeating cultivators of the same rank time after time, their will becomes ever more resolute, engendering a conviction of being invincible, leading to an active and transparent mind.

In this state, many cultivation-related doubts could be enlightened upon with a mere thought, and many minor cultivation barriers could be shattered with a single charge.

However, a normal Invincible Path generally takes a long time to tread, and the selection of opponents is also strategic.

For instance, one wouldn’t choose an opponent beyond their own strength because if the Road of Invincibility gets disrupted, one’s morale would plummet, making it impossible to enter an invincible state of mind again.

But a situation like Jack Clark’s where he struck down two thousand kilometers in half a day, tearing through a battlefield, defeating five to six hundred same-rank cultivators within a single day is almost impossible to replicate.

Especially since all the opponents were defeated with a single move, demonstrating terrifying stamina and endurance.

Damon Lopes became a bit more serious, “If this person is already strong and manages to breakthrough to Seventh Layer Heaven, we might have some trouble.”

“By then, if Clyde distracts and binds you, while Akunus takes me on, Sister Ilisa’s side will then have a defensive vacuum.”

“Isn’t that just right?”

Mathilda Ward softly said from across, “With Akunus’s insight, after a few probes, he likely would’ve guessed that Brother Callum’s sense of danger comes from sight, or even intuition.”

“This is the significance of Clyde’s appearance; it wants to use the tide of public opinion to force Brother Callum to leave my side, even if just for a short while.”

“So during the showdown between Brother Callum and Clyde, Akunus, who has been lurking, is very likely to strike, including having prepared means to restrain you, Damon.”

Damon Lopes straightened his posture, his brow slightly furrowed, “In that case, should we make some preparations in advance? For example, having Eighth Layer Experts lie in ambush beforehand?”

Mathilda Ward shook her head, “That won’t do. A king’s Divine Soul possesses spontaneous perception; it senses when strong threats are nearby.”

“This is also the reason why after reaching King-level, not only is the power terrifying, but they’re also difficult to eliminate, unless they’re encircled and taken down with the swiftness of lightning.”

“Don’t worry, when the time comes, just focus on the fight and don’t concern yourselves with me.”

“In Aunt Boyce’s hands, there still lies an ace that can protect me, something my father specifically prepared for Akunus.”

Hearing this, Jack Clark’s gaze shifted subtly, exchanging glances with Damon Lopes.

They had actually guessed this already; after all, she is the only daughter of the Mysterious Martial Sky King—how could she not possess a powerful one-time-use secret treasure?

Yet such treasures must come with conditions for their use, which is why it was placed in Crystal Boyce’s hands.

After breakfast, the group went downstairs.

With five days left until the concert, Mathilda Ward’s preparations intensify.

And Crystal Boyce, the person in charge of the concert, was even busier—overseeing the stage design, sound equipment, lighting, and even ensuring perfection in the costumes.

Because this would be Mathilda Ward’s final farewell, she wanted the ‘entire world’ to remember this girl, to remember that she once existed.

Although after Jack Clark gave her that Source of Life, Mathilda Ward felt her success rate had increased to thirty percent.

But is there really a difference between thirty percent and twenty percent?

Their party had just stepped out of the Hotel Lobby when a throng of reporters excitedly surrounded them, only to be held at a distance by Lionel Lopez and other bodyguards, shouting out.

“Mr. Darren Callum, will you accept Clyde’s challenge?”

“Mr. Callum, if Clyde breaks through to Seventh Layer Heaven, will you still be confident in defeating him?”

“Miss Ward, you’ve been attacked by the Evil God Sect before, and now with the concert about to start, could Clyde be plotting something by preparing to challenge you at this timing?”

These reporters weren’t only targeting Jack Clark; they also sought to extract some news from Mathilda Ward’s responses.

Looking at those enthusiastic reporters, Jack Clark and Mathilda Ward exchanged glances and then spoke indifferently, “Since everyone is so concerned, I will keep my answer brief.”

“As a ‘professional’ bodyguard, my primary duty is to ensure Miss Ward’s safety.”

“If Clyde’s challenge interferes with Miss Ward’s safety, I will decisively reject it because it’s not as if he can challenge whenever he likes.”

“So please pass the message on: I have no problem with a challenge, but the timing needs to be right, such as the day before Miss Ward’s concert starts, or after it ends.”

“Otherwise, just roll back to wherever you came from.”

Suddenly, the reporters buzzed with excitement, capturing Jack Clark’s audacious statement.

So arrogant, indeed the man who slew a god.

At this moment, Mathilda Ward smiled and said, “Alright, your questions have been answered. Now please disperse, as we need to proceed to the concert site for the dress rehearsal.”

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[That bodyguard is as arrogant as ever]