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All over New Casablanca's districts, people were paying attention to what was happening. Most of the main district's higher-ups were paying attention to Fell. And what was most impressive was that some individuals were watching the scene ever since Fell's executed his first kill.

A few of them agreed with his actions, and couldn't help but thank him in their hearts. Fell had taken out a rotten root out of their dear city. They looked at the young man on the screen with a favorable expression. Others were frowning while looking at the matter.

Background checks were quickly done on Fell. Numerous cameras reversed his tracks using the near-infinite number of security inlaid throughout the city. They quickly learned that he wasn't an outsider but someone from the core. To their disbelief; hidden in the rotten core was a young, dashing and powerful, cultivator.

They couldn't help but shiver at that thought. How deep and powerful was the core actually? Fell's actions may have been seen simply as a youth showing his might; But to others, deep inside, a sense of fear was growing in their hearts as the core soon transformed into a mysterious place to them.

They weren't scared of Fell. But they were more scared about who taught him and trained him. How many cultivators did they have? Where did they get their resources from? Those several questions reminded the higher-ups that the core wasn't to be trifled with.

Of course, the mysterious teacher was Anzar. And at the moment, he was far away from the core, having already left the vicinities. To top it off, Fell was the only person that interacted with him. That obviously didn't mean that the core had no hidden powerhouses, the Darksun Gang and the Gladiators were a clean sign of that. The core was a hidden place that pushed individuals to the brink of insanity. Although Fell didn't interact much with the hidden cultivators of the core as he left soon after training, he was sure and certain that some of them weren't to be underestimated.

Those metallic slums expanded several dozens of kilometers in the distance. Inside of that sea of metal sheets; among those millions of inhabitants, a few of them would be extreme geniuses that grew up and developed unique skills in a severely dangerous habitat.

The water ran deep in the Core and this fact was indirectly made known to the higher-up by Fell.

Following the search of his records, preparations were made to contact him as they noticed the fight's advance. Most of the higher-ups sights didn't leave the holographic screen as their eyes were glued in the direction of the black hair youth.

In the image, Fell was currently still in the café. He had just parried the ambush of the old general and provoked a wave of shock through the city; as such, his name was known by all now and wouldn't be forgotten so soon. The scene continued and the higher-up saw the café's customers escape from the rooftop; A few of the higher rankers noticed people from their family staying in the rooftop. The fight continued with Fell unleashing the potency of his full cultivation causing even more shock to appear among the hidden spectators.

"Incredible…"

This thought was shared by all the higher-ups that were currently watching the scene unravel through the holographic screen. Then suddenly, inside the office where most New Casablanca's executives were, jaws dropped in sync as the executives were dumbfounded by what happened.

Fell and the old general in a MechSuit disappeared from the screens. They couldn't believe themselves as they just saw Fell tackle the armored soldier, throwing them both in the distance. It quickly became obvious to them that the youth simply wasn't afraid of such height. He confronted the MechSuit headfirst with such force that their position was two streets away from the café.

As they began free fall. Fell smashed and pounded the armored soldier on the chest, his forceful fists collided with the metal with such speed that he gave people the impression that he grew several, shadowy, arms.

Adding on the strength of his blows to the count, their falling speed accelerated, and they were soon only three kilometers away from hitting the ground. Their background turned silvery-white as they were surrounded by the upper part of the sword-like a skyscraper.

"Dorararararara!" They heard as he discharged several high-paced blows on the armor; An energetic laughter accompanied a lightning-fast kick, sending the armored general flying like an arrow in the direction of the ground. Without a single pause in his movement, he accelerated midair, attaining a ridiculous speed that closed the gap, in the blink of an eye, with the MechSuit.

This scene took quite a lot to explain, but its execution could only be described as being near-instantaneous. The executives couldn't think straight anymore as they saw Fell bully the MechSuit that couldn't be described anymore as one. It was in a dilapidated state, and they couldn't confirm the old general's vitals.

"This is no longer a genius… This is a monster…", one of the executives mumbled under his breath as he watched the grotesque one-sided bully.

Soon the youth disappeared from the live footage on the holographic screen. His actions were executed in such a clean and precise manner that New Casablanca's security system couldn't keep track of him anymore. As soon as they lost track of him; the executives that were observing the scene immediately contacted their elders. They weren't qualified to take care of this anymore. The only executives that didn't contact their elders were from the four noble families.

In the time they took to notify their superiors, Fell had already broken through the last layer of clouds that separated him from the city, an incredible sight appeared before him. His eyes couldn't help but light up in front of such a view; making his eyes dart right and left as he toyed with the old general.

Although he gave the impression to others that he was going to kill the old man. His current actions were only an act. He needed to make a grand entrance; And if he was going to be known by all of New Casablanca's noble families, then he had to show them his might. He wanted to make them understand that even if they had the thought of backstabbing him, they had to be in the possession of a weapon powerful enough to break his skin.

Fell's blows were finely controlled as they only left a few dents on the metal armor. Although the strength he used was immense, it only acted on the armor and not on the wearer. Such a feat was only made possible by his last breakthrough in the Massin Martial Art.

The old general could only let himself be toyed with. He knew that his life could be ended with any random serious blow; Deep respect was birthed in his heart as he knew the importance of it. Having been on several battlefields, he knew deep down that it wasn't always possible to let your enemies live; Such action could only be done by people truly powerful. Individuals that truly controlled life and death.

Although Fell was far from having attained that level as he only debuted his cultivation journey. His natural talent coupled with Fell's tempered and steel-like determination made him attain an atmosphere befitting to the divine for the other inhabitant of the city.

In the end, this city doesn't hold any major position on Earth. It was only one of the many cities that spread over the surface of the planet Earth.

The Old General had seen too many things during his life. He sighed while facing the acute nausea that he was experiencing. He felt like vomiting inside his MechSuit several times but kept repeating inside his head that he couldn't do so. Wanting to save his last shred of dignity as a warrior, he gritted his teeth and endured the rest of the free fall.

Thankfully, he had already surpassed the peak of humanity and kept it a secret to his higher-ups. His countless battles during his soldier's life made him a half step cultivator in the Soul System. Only lacking a single step to tread the path to immortality.

Based on his surroundings, he knew that the high-speed free fall was coming to a stop soon. As his nausea intensified and his pores poured out buckets of cold sweat all over his body, he gritted his teeth through the heavy discomfort. His senses were in shambles, he wasn't capable of telling south from north; If it wasn't for his extraordinary will, he would have fainted much earlier. Although his will was close to being on par with a cultivator; His body, although trained for the majority of his life, was far from being equal to his will. Thus, the journey was quite challenging, but he still gritted his teeth with such strength that he felt they would shatter at every moment's notice.

Pride was no longer the issue. Nobody would laugh at him if he fainted, even if he shat and pissed in his MechSuit it wouldn't matter much. The higher-ups would even reward him, calling him a great hero for facing the black-haired demonic youth alone.

No, it wasn't his pride soul that kept his consciousness wide awake. It was the tempered will that he had trouble developing throughout his long life. He was feeling that as his brain and internal organs were going through a tempering of some sort from all the shacking; his bottleneck finally close to turning into dust.

This matter meant everything to him, and due to that, he did his utmost to benefit the most from this heaven-sent opportunity.

Unfortunately, as if the heavens themselves didn't want his success. It came to a stop, as he was too focused on appreciating the changes his will was going through. They both landed on the ground sending a deep tremor all over the street.