My Pervert Sytem

Leon narrowed his eyes actively gripping the hilt of his greatsword as he recognized the lethal suffocating presence.

This was not a registered proxy noble.

This was a Grandmaster belonging to the Eclipse Syndicate standing openly in the imperial court.

The cloaked figure stood in the center of the ruined fighting pit letting a dense suffocating wave of dark chilling energy aggressively roll off his slender frame.

Leon narrowed his eyes actively gripping the hilt of his greatsword as he recognized the highly lethal presence radiating from the pale scarred man.

This was not a registered proxy noble meant to settle a minor political dispute.

This was a Tier One Grandmaster belonging to the Eclipse Syndicate standing openly in the imperial court.

The wealthy nobles surrounding the arena began whispering frantically realizing the rules of the exhibition were being violently broken right in front of their eyes.

A Tier One Grandmaster possessed the terrifying ability of Aura Manifestation allowing them to physically project their magical core into the real world.

Placing someone of that monstrous caliber against a magicless servant was no longer a duel but a highly orchestrated public execution.

Seraphina slammed her hands down on the velvet table her violet eyes blazing with pure violent fury as she stared at the Royal Chamberlain.

The thin weasel like official simply offered a cruel mocking smirk waving his hand dismissively to indicate the duel would continue without interruption.

He had intentionally smuggled a Syndicate killer into the palace under the vibrant green banner of House Vane to ensure the Silver Lioness lost her most dangerous asset.

"You stepped into the wrong arena old man," Leon murmured softly projecting a calm magnetic confidence that fiercely contradicted the highly lethal danger standing twenty feet away.

The Syndicate killer did not waste time exchanging witty banter.

He blurred into motion utilizing a refined shadow movement technique that allowed his physical body to seamlessly merge with the ambient darkness of the fighting pit.

He crossed the twenty foot gap in a single blinding fraction of a second moving fast enough to genuinely challenge Leon’s monstrous two hundred and thirty five points of Agility.

The assassin materialized directly in Leon’s blind spot thrusting the jagged black daggers forward in a brutal lethal cross strike aimed squarely at his neck.

Leon instinctively activated his Vanguard Foundation Breathing technique flooding his muscular limbs with a massive surge of dense kinetic mana.

He smoothly pivoted on his heel swinging the colossal star iron greatsword in a heavy upward arc to intercept the lethal blow.

The dark metal blade violently collided with the poisoned daggers generating a deafening concussive shockwave that rattled the magical barrier surrounding the arena.

Leon expected his immense Strength to easily overpower the slender killer but the assassin simply smirked twisting his wrists with impossible fluid grace.

A dense wave of black aura manifested from the assassin’s core taking the physical shape of jagged shadowy tendrils that aggressively wrapped around the star iron greatsword.

The manifested aura acted like a highly corrosive acid violently eating away at Leon’s kinetic mana and forcing the heavy weapon downward.

The assassin utilized the sudden opening to launch a blindingly fast spinning kick directly into Leon’s chest.

The sheer concussive force of the Grandmaster tier strike launched Leon backward across the starstone floor causing his heavy leather boots to carve deep smoking trenches into the indestructible white rock.

Leon stopped his backward momentum and let out a soft tired sigh looking down at his pristine dark suit jacket.

A deep jagged slash ruined the expensive silk fabric revealing a shallow bleeding cut across his muscular ribs where the shadow aura had barely managed to bypass his Mana Skin.

The crystal bell violently chimed in his skull projecting a glowing pink text box directly over the bleeding wound.

[Quest Issued: The Disrespectful Warlord]

[Context: Your opponent believes his fancy dark magic makes him an untouchable god. A true warlord knows psychological warfare is highly effective against arrogant killers.]

[Objective: Loudly tell the Grandmaster that he hits like a malnourished kitchen maid.]

[Reward: +15 Endurance, Skill ’Pain Suppression (Intermediate)’, 500 Shameless Points.]

[Failure Penalty: The Host will suffer a violent localized muscular spasm causing him to aggressively perform a highly enthusiastic tap dance routine for the next three minutes ruining his dark intimidating aesthetic forever.]

Leon reached up and casually wiped a thin trail of blood from the corner of his mouth smearing the red liquid across his scarred knuckles.

He spat a dark wad of blood directly onto the glowing white floor of the arena offering the hovering Syndicate assassin a devastating wicked smirk.

"Is that the best the Eclipse Syndicate can offer?" Leon mocked his deep resonant voice echoing heavily off the towering crystal pillars. "Because my grandmother hits harder than you and she has been dead for twenty years. You strike like a malnourished kitchen maid."

The grand ballroom erupted into a chaotic symphony of shocked gasps and horrified whispers.

The wealthy nobles could not comprehend the sheer scandalous audacity of a bleeding servant loudly mocking a lethal Tier One Grandmaster in the middle of a death match.

The pale scarred killer narrowed his dead emotionless eyes a dangerous spark of pure violent outrage finally cracking his cold professional facade.

He gripped his jagged daggers tightly causing the dense black aura surrounding his body to violently expand into a terrifying swirling storm of corrosive shadows.

[Quest Completed Successfully!]

[Your footwork remains highly lethal and deeply intimidating.]

[Distributing Rewards: +15 Endurance, Skill ’Pain Suppression (Intermediate)’ Acquired, 500 Shameless Points.]

A sudden refreshing surge of dense raw power flooded Leon’s nervous system elevating his physical resilience to monstrous new heights.

The Pain Suppression skill instantly numbed the burning agony radiating from his slashed ribs allowing his mind to achieve a state of pure hyper focused combat clarity.

Leon smoothly adjusted his grip on the massive greatsword rolling his shoulders as he prepared to show the arrogant capital elites exactly how terrifying a magicless brute was.