Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 930

Chapter 930: Entering the City Safely Chapter 930: Entering the City Safely From MC’s Perspective: As I hovered mid-air, the two warriors approached with deliberate steps, their presence demanding attention.

I glanced down at them, my body still suspended above the ground as the wind gently tugged at my cloak.

The first warrior, sharp-featured with a nose that could probably cut glass, fixed me with a piercing gaze.

“Are you Zack Lockwood?” His voice was clipped, every syllable sharp, as if it could slice through the tension in the air.

I remained unfazed, meeting his gaze with an unblinking calm.

“Yes,” I responded, my voice steady, betraying nothing.

“What do you want?” My tone was solemn, but my eyes never left theirs, scanning for any hidden intention beneath their postures.

The second warrior, a hulking figure with arms like tree trunks and a barrel chest, let out a deep, booming laugh.

The sound echoed through the clearing, though it didn’t faze me.

“Ha…

Ha…

Ha…” he chuckled, the sound dripping with arrogance.

“That’s good to hear,” he rumbled, his grin widening as if they had won some unspoken victory.

“Now, you can come with us.” I stood there, motionless.

My expression remained blank, unimpressed by their feigned confidence.

The way they spoke, the sheer arrogance, was laughable in itself.

Did they really think I would just comply?

These fools clearly had no idea who they were dealing with.

Without a word, I turned my back on them and started to fly past, my body gliding effortlessly through the air as if they were no more than obstacles in my path.

The shock on their faces was almost palpable, their eyes wide with disbelief.

They hadn’t expected that.

No one had ever dared to ignore them before.

The audacity was enough to momentarily silence even the loudest thoughts in their heads.

As my figure began to grow smaller in the distance, their stunned expressions melted into fury.

“Who does he think he is?” the sharp-nosed warrior spat, his voice cold with hostility.

His hands clenched into fists, the veins bulging from his arms in a futile show of strength.

“Arrogant brat!” the bulky warrior snarled, his once mocking demeanor now twisted into rage.

His heavy frame shifted as if ready to charge after me.

But I didn’t look back.

Their anger was insignificant, like the wind rustling leaves beneath me.

“Follow him!” the sharp-nosed one barked at their comrades, his voice strained with fury.

“Don’t let him out of your sight!” Their entire hunting team, scattered around the area, seemed just as shocked by my indifference.

A murmur spread through the group, their eyes tracking my every movement.

Their pride had been bruised, and in their world, that demanded retribution.

But I kept flying, unconcerned, knowing that if they truly tried to stop me, they would regret ever crossing my path.

…

As I soared through the sky, the rush of wind against my face sharpened my focus.

Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of the hunting team still trailing behind me, their persistence relentless.

My eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing as a surge of irritation flickered through me.

They were too slow, too predictable.

Without hesitation, I pushed myself faster, my body cutting through the air like an arrow released from a bow.

The landscape beneath me blurred, but I could hear the faint stir of commotion behind as the hunting team scrambled to keep up.

Their sudden acceleration didn’t go unnoticed.

Other nearby hunting teams, sensing the unusual chase, turned their heads.

Their curious gazes tracked the movement, anticipating some sort of conflict.

Was there a skirmish breaking out between factions?

But soon, their confusion gave way to understanding as they saw the hunters were all focused on a lone figure – me.

The same figure who had passed by them earlier without a second glance.

A ripple of interest spread through the bystanders, like a wave across the open skies.

What could cause this pursuit?

Who was bold enough, or foolish enough, to have provoked a hunting team?

Minutes passed like fleeting shadows as I pushed on, my speed unmatched by the warriors behind me.

Finally, the looming walls of Alpha City appeared on the horizon, their familiar silhouette offering a sense of relief.

The city’s protective rules were absolute.

No one dared to commit violence within its borders.

Here, I was untouchable.

The towering gates of the city drew closer, and I allowed a small breath to escape.

I was safe for now, but I had no plans to linger.

I wasn’t simply fleeing the hunters behind me; there were larger forces at play.

The Vulture Gang was a looming threat, one whose attention I could ill afford.

It wouldn’t be long before they caught wind of what had happened.

Before they could make a move, I needed to reach the headquarters.

It was the only place where I could regroup, plan, and assess my next steps.

Behind me, I could feel the hunters slowing.

The sight of Alpha City, with its strict regulations, drained the fight from their efforts.

Their lead warrior, the one with cold hostility etched across his face, looked particularly frustrated.

I could sense the waves of disappointment rolling off him even from this distance.

He had wanted more than a chase.

He craved conflict, a chance to stir trouble, likely hoping to curry favor with the gang backing him.

A gang tied to the Federation’s core members.

He was nothing more than a puppet, a pawn in their larger games.

And now, he had nothing to show for his efforts.

His shoulders slumped as he gestured for the others to stop.

There was no point in continuing.

I had reached Alpha City, and any further action on their part would break the city’s rules – an offense that carried harsh consequences.

The hostile warrior shook his head in frustration.

His plan had crumbled before his eyes, and there was only one option left for him now.

He would inform his masters, the gang who had sent him, and await further orders.

For now, all he could do was watch as I disappeared into the distance, beyond his reach.

…

“Hmm, what happened?” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible above the rush of wind as I glanced back.

The hunting team had stopped following me, their pursuit ending just before reaching the city gates.

A flicker of confusion crossed my mind, but it didn’t linger.

They knew better than to cause trouble this close to Alpha City’s borders.

Before entering the city, I landed gracefully just in front of the towering gate, the heavy stone arch casting a long shadow over the bustling streets beyond.

With a subtle adjustment to my cloak, I walked forward, blending seamlessly into the throngs of people.

The streets were alive with movement.

Groups of warriors, their armor clinking faintly with each step, moved in tight formations.

Hunting teams filled every corner of the marketplace, their banners fluttering as they weaved through the crowd.

The sharp glances exchanged between rival teams were barely concealed beneath their surface-level civility.

As I walked, I couldn’t help but think of the powerful gangs that operated behind the scenes, the real forces controlling these teams.

Each faction had its influence, each gang its own set of warriors ready to do their bidding.

My thoughts wandered to Teacher Lowell.

He had once commanded his own hunting team, a formidable force that had carved out a reputation across the region.

But that was before it all crumbled.

His team had been abandoned, left in the dust because of the members’ failures.

It was a reminder that strength alone wasn’t enough – loyalty and trust played an equally crucial role.

I sighed internally.

“Teacher Lowell deserved better,” I thought, the memories of his stories echoing in my mind.

As I moved through the busy streets, the idea of forming my own team tugged at me.

It was tempting – to have a unit loyal to me, with whom I could share victory and power.

But I knew better.

My strength was nowhere near enough.

In a world ruled by rank, I was still at the bottom, barely scraping by.

The notion of leading a team was nothing more than a distant dream for now.

I would need to ascend to SSS-ELITE Rank before I could even entertain such thoughts.

At my current level, it was laughable to imagine commanding anyone.

The air hummed with activity as I passed rows of vendors shouting about their wares, while warriors haggled over equipment upgrades.

Despite the vibrant energy, I remained focused.

I had to keep my head low.

The last thing I needed was to draw attention to myself, especially with the Vulture Gang possibly sniffing around.

Behind me, the hunting team finally entered the city, their heavy footsteps echoing faintly as they passed through the gates.

Though they had halted their chase, they couldn’t resist glancing in my direction, their eyes cold with frustration.

But their leader, the hostile warrior, seemed resigned now.

His earlier ambitions of causing trouble had been thwarted by the city’s strict rules.

Without a word, they turned on their heels and made their way back to their hideout, their plan having collapsed the moment I crossed the boundary of Alpha City.

For now, I was safe.

But this wouldn’t be the last time we crossed paths.

I was certain of that.

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