Why is My System Glitching

The suffocating underground chamber of the Hanz Clan Martial Arts Arena thrummed with the raw fury of a battle teetering on the edge of annihilation. The air crackled with malevolent qi, the bone-jarring collisions of Lordi Payne’s crimson-misted bone blade against Rodney Luther’s errie black bone chain whip sending shockwaves that fissured the bloodstained floor, rubble raining from the ceiling.

Rodney teetered on a deadly precipice, his pride clashing with reason as Lordi’s Blood Spectre Footwork Art—an eerily unpredictable movement technique—allowed him to evade lethal strikes by mere inches, stretching the fight into a grueling war of attrition.

Lordi, equally strained, sensed Rodney’s impending lethal strike, his azure flames flaring as he shouted, "Woaah! Hol’ up, hol’ up! I’m Kinson Wexford’s trusted confidant, you must have heard about that Lord of the Inner Sect Deathveil Bloodline!"

Lifting his Blade of Life Hater, he signaled to the Thirst Bull Squad. "Look at this! This is Senior Brother Wexford’s blade, gifted to me publicly under Fairy Lith’s saintess guarantee when I joined the holy sect! You recognize it—the weapon he wielded in the Outer Sect!"

Lordi’s ragged breaths steadied, his spirit reserves perilously low after expending over half his spirit energy to persist against Rodney’s onslaught. After all, he’s merely at Seventh Layer Qi Refinement Stage, his wounds—deep gashes exposing jade-veined bones—screamed with each move, and continuing the fight risked forcing him to sever his chained arms and flee using the Blood Spectre Footwork Art, a desperate escape that would cost him dearly. Such a sacrifice would leave him crippled, vulnerable to the Hanz Clan estate’s unknwon demonic traps.

"Esteemed Senior Brothers and Sisters," Lordi continued, his voice firm despite his pain, "all of this is a misunderstanding. In deference to Fairy Lith, the Sect Successor, and Lord Wexford, the Bloodline Lord, let’s withdraw. Consider this affair concluded."

With a calculated flourish, he produced a porcelain vial from his storage pouch. "To express my sincere apologies. Here are ten Legendary level Bone Tempering Pills. How about both of us just step back—perhaps it’s best to let this matter rest."

Flicking his wrist, Lordi tossed the vial toward the direction where Emma Dawson resting on the ground.

Emma Dawson stirred awake, her delicate fingers clutching Ann’s cloak as the Thirst Bull Squad relayed what had happened. Her beautiful face twisted with fury and shame—Lordi’s sudden attack had knocked her unconscious, leaving her unaware of the chaos until now. The torn remnants of her gauze dress and the borrowed cloak draped over her only emphasized her vulnerability.