Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!

Markham approached Ethan, eyeing their surroundings warily.

"Ethan... what do we do now?"

In truth, this was Ethan's first time facing such a situation in real life. Although his original plan had been to intimidate everyone at once, now that the moment had arrived, his heart was pounding too. But he absolutely couldn't show weakness—especially since his goal was to win the tournament.

For Lyla's sake, what did it matter how many people he had to kill?

"You all... leave the arena... or die!" he spoke with cold brutality.

The seven companions felt their hearts skip a beat.

They all looked at him, thinking bitterly: Ethan, how can you say that? There are three to four hundred people hete, are you capable of killing them all?

Forget about whether he could kill them or not—the question was: could they withstand a concentrated attack? Couldn't Ethan have picked a better time to make threats? Besides, this was a competition. He'd already been too heavy-handed. Wasn't he afraid those families will come after him later?

At this moment, the Chase siblings, who had just heard the news about Dr. Aldric, were coming down from their excitement. Now, with several deaths at their hands, and facing so many people surrounding them, they too showed signs of tension.

"It's just a competition. Your slaughter of fellow practitioners goes against all decency!

Aren't you afraid of retaliation once you leave the Silverwood estate?" someone suddenly shouted with vicious intensity.

As soon as these words were spoken, countless people nodded in agreement. They said Ethan's group had been too brutal and shouldn't have killed anyone. Others made threats, and so on.

"Heh." Ethan gave a cold laugh, tilting his head toward the speaker. "Just a competition? Are you trying to guilt-trip me?"

After saying this, his gaze shifted, becoming incredibly cold.

"Those I've killed were all people who attacked me. If you choose to attack me, you should be prepared to die. You... have you not spilled blood on this arena? If you want to fight, then fight. Why waste breath on empty words?"

Ethan's words hit the nail on the head, throwing back all the accusations. And his final statement—If you want to fight, then fight—carried an aura of unyielding integrity, a refusal to back down.

It not only intimidated those present, but also ignited the passion of Markham and the others. It felt as though standing behind this man meant they need fear nothing.

"You..." The crowd fell silent. The atmosphere in Arena Three froze.

"You what?"

"Big bro said either get lost or die. I'm Markham, and the Whitmore Family will be waiting for your revenge!"

The normally carefree Markham wasn't actually as simple as his appearance suggested. With these words, he directly announced his name, drawing the hatred toward himself. He was also telling everyone: I'm from the Whitmore Family. This is my big bro. And if you dare touch him, be prepared to face the consequences.

Below the arena, Matriarch Whitmore, who had been observing the situation, saw Markham step forward. She nodded with a smile, approving of his performance—though he remained unaware of her approval.

Bobby and Rook exchanged a glance, feeling a fire burning in their chests. This feeling was something they had never experienced in their lives. At that moment, they both stepped forward.

"Either get lost or die. I'm Rook, and the Wynn Family will be waiting for your revenge!"

"Either get lost or die. I'm Bobby, and the Quinn Family will be waiting for your revenge!"

Markham looked at them and nodded.

Meanwhile, on the high platform, Samuel Wynn and Grandmaster Quinn wore strange expressions—one filled with pride, the other with disappointment at wasted potential.

At this moment, Maria—whose Dragon Soul had not yet recovered—had already moved to Evelyn's side before Markham and the others. Facing the crowd, she showed no fear, glancing at Ethan with an unreadable expression.

Then, Markham and the others joined the formation. Now, the eight of them stood back-to-back, entrusting their rear to their companions.

Ethan didn't know if it was his earlier words that had once again ignited the passion of these young people. Instead, he found himself moved by their display of loyalty.

However, now was not the time to show it.

The participants on the arena were initially stunned by the words of Markham, Bobby, and Rook. But this lasted only a few seconds.

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out:

"Noble Eight Lineages members teaming up with outsiders? I guess they must be the worthless ones in their families."

As soon as these words were spoken, Bobby and Rook's expressions changed. Just as they were about to react—

The silhouette behind Ethan shifted. A panther appeared, and then his form blurred. He vanished for a fraction of a second. When he reappeared, he was holding a woman by the throat.

This woman was dressed provocatively, with an explosive figure. Her skin was as white as porcelain, her face lightly made up. She was stunningly beautiful—on par with Lyla. Her only flaw was her thin lips. Even without any knowledge of physiognomy, Ethan knew she must be sharp-tongued and harsh.

Now, as he held her by the throat, suspended in the air, she struggled, her eyes filled with terror and rage.

"I'm Iris Hargrove. You dare kill me?"

But Ethan, facing such a beautiful woman, had eyes filled with murderous intent. He said coldly, "Those who insult my brothers... deserve death."

His hand suddenly tightened—

"Ethan, no!"

Markham, Maria, Bobby, and Rook all shouted at once.

But it was too late.

This beautiful woman—her head tilted to one side with a crack. Ethan had snapped her neck.

Everyone fell silent. Including those on the viewing platforms of the Noble Eight Lineages.

Because of the unusual developments in Arena Three, many had turned their attention there. And now, all eyes from the Noble Eight Lineages were fixed on the head of the Hargrove family.

Gregory Hargrove had naturally witnessed his daughter Iris's neck being snapped. He frowned slightly, but showed little reaction. Instead, he turned to scan the crowd, smiling:

"Why are you all looking at me?"

"...."

Everyone averted their gaze.

In this tournament, the Noble Eight Lineages had now suffered a casualty. The first to die was Iris Hargrove of the Hargrove family.

Witnessing his own daughter being killed, Gregory Hargrove remained completely indifferent?

Ethan dropped Iris's body at his feet. His gaze was cold, and no one could tell what he was thinking. Everyone on the platform fell silent. A Hargrove family member, killed by this man?

Bobby and Rook's gaze toward Ethan changed. His words, those who insult my brothers... deserve death!—echoed in their minds, impossible to forget.

Now, Ethan turned and said:

"Ryan, Bobby, set up a defensive formation. Markham and Maria, stay safe. Leeroy, protect Evelyn."

"Rook..."

Ethan paused here, looking at Rook, unsure of his abilities.

Rook naturally understood his meaning. He formed a hand seal, pressing a finger to his brow.

"Blade, come forth!"

Shing!