Grand Return System

Chapter 302: Twelve Needles, One Legend

Twelve Needles, One Legend

In the blink of an eye...

Twelve jade-like needles floated silently before Leon.

Each needle shimmered with ancient brilliance.

Each one radiated an incomparably pure aura.

The moment they appeared...

An overwhelming supreme treasure aura swept across the battlefield.

Everyone’s eyes widened.

"This..."

"A supreme treasure?"

"My heavens!"

"He actually possesses a supreme treasure?"

"How many shocking secrets is this young man hiding?"

Even the oldest experts couldn’t remain calm anymore.

Vartak’s expression instantly stiffened.

Leon slowly lifted his hand.

The twelve jade needles quietly turned until every tip pointed directly at Vartak.

A faint smile appeared on Leon’s face.

"Old thing..."

"Since you like to play with needles so much..."

"I’ll play with you today."

His voice remained calm.

Yet every word struck Vartak’s pride like a slap.

Before Vartak could respond...

Leon moved.

Using the Ultimate Hand Strike, he launched all twelve needles simultaneously.

Whoosh!

The heavens echoed with piercing sounds.

The twelve streaks of jade light flashed across the battlefield faster than lightning.

The first needle instantly collided with Vartak’s own attack.

Clang!

The poisonous needle was knocked aside immediately.

The remaining eleven never slowed.

They pierced toward Vartak from every direction.

His face changed dramatically.

"So fast!"

Without hesitation, he mobilized every ounce of astral energy within his body.

A thick defensive barrier instantly surrounded him.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The eleven jade needles struck the barrier.

Then...

To Vartak’s horror...

They passed through it effortlessly.

It was as though the barrier didn’t exist.

"What?"

His pupils contracted violently.

"No!"

Vartak let out a terrified cry.

The eleven needles entered his body almost simultaneously.

The spectators gasped.

Silence followed.

Vartak hurriedly examined himself.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Nothing.

His eyes slowly widened.

"Hmm?"

"I’m fine..."

Relief washed over him.

Then he burst into laughter.

"Hmph!"

"Insignificant tricks."

"You wanted to scare me with this?"

He glared at Leon with renewed confidence.

"You’re still young..."

Before he could finish speaking...

His expression suddenly froze.

An unbearable pain exploded throughout every corner of his body.

The eleven jade needles embedded within him began trembling violently.

Boom...

Ten became a hundred.

A hundred became thousands.

Sword light burst across the sky like an endless silver rain.

The heavens themselves seemed to transform into an enormous sword domain.

Every sword hummed with astonishing intent.

The surrounding Mana trembled violently beneath their presence.

Everyone slowly raised their heads.

Only then did they discover...

The current Leon seemed to have become a completely different person.

His gaze was like a sharp blade that pierced through one’s mind.

A deafening explosion tore through the sky.

The violent detonation echoed across the battlefield like heavenly thunder, shaking the earth beneath everyone’s feet. The surrounding Mana fluctuated wildly as cracks spread through the empty space around Vartak.

In an instant, Vartak’s body exploded violently, turning into blood and disappearing on the spot.

The battlefield fell silent.

Not a single person moved.

The roaring winds that had accompanied the battle seemed to fade, replaced by a deathly stillness.

"This..."

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone. They looked at Leon with lingering fear.

Moments earlier, they had witnessed two pinnacle Realm experts exchanging blows that could shatter mountains. No one had expected the battle to end so abruptly. Even those who had placed their faith in Leon stood frozen, struggling to accept what they had just witnessed.

A veteran cultivator swallowed hard.

"He... he actually killed Vartak."

"With only twelve needles..."

Another elder shook his head in disbelief.

"No..."

"It wasn’t just the needles."

"It was his control... his timing... and that terrifying Sacred Art."

"From the very beginning, he had already calculated every move."

The crowd fell into another wave of silence.

Many had once regarded Vartak as one of the strongest wandering experts in The Forsaken Domain.

His nickname, the Cannon King, had echoed across countless battlefields.

Yet today...

He had fallen.

And the one who ended his legend was a young man from Celestis Academy.

Leon calmly raised his hand.

With a gentle motion of his fingers, the twelve Thunder Floral Pins transformed into streaks of jade light before returning one after another to the Mystic Spirit Jade.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Each needle quietly returned to its place as though nothing extraordinary had happened.

His expression did not change, as if he had merely completed an ordinary task.

The treasures Vartak left behind floated silently in the air after his death.

Storage rings.

Spirit artifacts.

Rare medicinal herbs.

Ancient manuals.

All of them drifted in the air without an owner.

Leon casually waved his hand.

The treasures instantly flew toward him.

He glanced over them only briefly.

None of them interested him.

Only the Heaven Cleaver Dagger caught his attention.

He held it lightly in his hand.

The black blade radiated a chilling killing intent accumulated from countless years of bloodshed.

Leon examined it for a moment before giving a satisfied nod.

"Not bad."

"It’ll be useful."

The remaining treasures disappeared into his storage space without another glance.

Inside his mind, Leon couldn’t help but laugh.

"Haha, playing with needles with me? Who’s more inexperienced?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Did you think you were the only one with needles?

What a joke.

My needles are much stronger than yours.

Not only were they fierce...

They were also hard.

Remembering Vartak’s proud expression only moments earlier made Leon find the entire situation rather amusing.

The old man had relied on hidden weapons throughout his life.

Yet in the end...

He had died by an even greater master of hidden needles.

Sometimes...

The greatest irony was being defeated by the very thing one believed they understood best.

From that day onward...

Leon became famous after killing Vartak with twelve needles.

No one present dared underestimate him anymore.

The fear in their eyes had replaced every trace of doubt.

One elder sighed deeply.

"I can’t believe that the late-stage pinnacle Realm Vartak was defeated just like that."

Another slowly shook his head.

"Why was it like this?"