Chapter 701: Anya, the Battle Maniac
"That—That’s the Battle Maniac of the Absolute Sword Palace! Anya Stout!" someone cried out in shock the moment her image appeared on the massive floating screens.
Murmurs and gasps spread like wildfire across the entire Battle Realm as countless cultivators recognized the black-haired girl standing opposite White Death on the grassy plains.
"She’s one of the rising geniuses of the Middle Domain right now!" another voice chimed in, filled with disbelief.
"Forget about that," someone else added, lowering their voice as if sharing a forbidden secret, "I heard she’s a complete freak. She enters the Battle Realm every single day just to fight. There are even whispers... that she’s gone mad."
"That’s not a rumor," another replied with a grim nod. "She’s obsessed with the sword. They say she doesn’t care about anything else in the world—not fame, not power, not even life. As long as she gets to train with her sword, nothing else matters to her."
And the more people talked, the more terrifying the stories became.
"The Absolute Sword Palace is full of monsters," someone muttered. "First, there’s the number one genius—Sword Saint. It’s said that when it comes to swordsmanship, if he says he’s number two, then no one in the younger generation of the Middle Domain would dare to claim number one. Then there’s Crazy Sword, Sword Demon, and so many more it’s hard to even keep count. That palace is a nest of monsters."
"What else do you expect?" another voice reasoned. "The Absolute Sword Palace is one of the Seven Overlord Forces of the Middle Domain. And now that the Great Ruler Empire is declining, they’re easily one of the top contenders for the strongest force in the entire Middle Domain—aside from the Four God Nations."
"I heard she’s already at the 4th level of Champion Rank..." someone whispered, eyes wide with awe and concern. "White Death versus the Battle Maniac... who’s going to win?"
Excitement and tension gripped every corner of the Battle Realm as all eyes locked onto the screen.
On the battlefield within the grassy plains, a subtle breeze passed between the two figures. Max stood still, red hair swaying from the wind created by the peaceful world—peace that was on the verge of being shattered.