Silvermoon Woods, under the ethereal moonlight, Queen Galadriel stood completely naked before Jack Young, revealing herself. Bathed in moonlight, her form was captivating beyond resistance. In the hazy glow, everything seemed dreamlike—noble, powerful, proud, yet utterly enchanting. No man could resist such beauty—no normal man, anyway.
But clearly, the guy in front of her wasn’t normal.
No matter how Galadriel thought about it, she couldn’t have predicted Jack’s reaction in this situation: he raised his hand, opened his mouth, and lazily yawned, “Haaaah—”
Queen Galadriel’s expression instantly soured.
Whoosh—her Enchanted Ring lit up, and Queen Galadriel’s voice dropped low: “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m humiliating you. Did you really think stripping down could make up for what you did to my disciple? Don’t be naïve.” Jack Young was still smiling, but the usual gentlemanly grin now just made people mad. “How old do you think I am? Way past puberty. And how old are you, honestly? For someone your age to strip down without a care—” He gave her a thumbs-up, shook his head, and sighed, “That’s real bravery!”
She was furious! Queen Galadriel snapped—her teeth clenched, her Enchanted Ring glowed brighter and brighter, and her angry face turned downright sinister. Clothes? Who cares! Massive magic surged, swirling and roaring.
She spoke, her voice layered and thunderous: “With a single command, the entire Elven Kingdom will treat you as an enemy. You and your disciples won’t take a single step out of these woods! Human Saint, you should be wise enough to know what’s at stake. Defy me—you’ll be doomed for eternity. Accept me—you’ll gain everything. So, are you really going to reject my goodwill and make me your enemy?!”
“Hmm, sounds pretty reasonable. Let me think.” Jack Young stroked his chin, actually looking like he was pondering. After a moment, he snapped his fingers: “Thought it over—there are three things I gotta clear up.”
‘Clear up’ was a soft way to put it. Queen Galadriel’s magical resonance calmed a little: “Go on.”
Jack Young looked totally sincere—expression, tone, everything. He pointed at Queen Galadriel’s body, especially at her chest: “First, you say you’ve got more and better to offer, but—honestly, you’re just not as good as she is.”
Galadriel was stunned, then just lost it. She couldn’t hold back and roared, her voice thunderous: “Not as good as who?!”
“Everywhere, really. The gap’s huge.” Jack Young gave her a look of pity, like he hated to break the news but had to: “Whether it’s looks, figure, personality, or even that royal status you’re so proud of—she beats you from every angle, three hundred and sixty degrees, no blind spots. Compared to her, you’re just a small-town official, barely better than the local village chief.”
“Impossible!!”
“Don’t believe me? You can go ask Jasper Xiao. As a paladin, he doesn’t lie.”
“Aaaaah—!!” Her roar shot straight to the sky. Queen Galadriel was now truly enraged; her Enchanted Ring blazed, her hair flew up. Each strand seemed to turn into a beam of light, carrying Queen Galadriel’s will far and wide. Next moment, terrifying magic gathered from all over Silvermoon Woods, like storm clouds rolling in, like a typhoon charging down.
Queen Galadriel looked like a goddess, radiating light from every inch. Step by step she approached, her beautiful face twisted with murderous intent. The whole place felt like it was filled with concrete—heavy, suffocating.
But facing such an overwhelming foe, Jack Young stayed annoyingly chill: “Quite the spectacle. These special effects are worth at least a buck. But no matter how flashy it gets, I still have to say what needs saying. So, let’s move on to point number two.”
Dense, concentrated magic compressed and piled up, turning the whole area into Queen Galadriel’s domain. But what really made her angry and shocked was that Jack Young should’ve been speechless, like someone crushed under the ocean. Yet Jack Young just kept talking, totally at ease, his voice slipping right through the magic and into her ears.
“Second point: You’re the one who invited me to Silvermoon Woods, you’re the one who led Brooke Rain to the Well of Fate, and you’re the one who made the first move. I’m not the one picking a fight with you. You’re the one picking a fight with me.” Jack Young’s face turned cold, hands behind his back, staring straight at Queen Galadriel, now a being of pure light. “If you can’t grasp that, you’ve wasted your long life.”
“Talking won’t help—you know what I want, and I always get it!” Queen Galadriel’s form was almost invisible now. She swept her hand, and BOOM—endless magic surged like a tidal wave, crashing down on Jack Young. She turned into pure light and dove into the ocean of power, which instantly blazed white.
She was like a storm-bringing demon god, everywhere and nowhere at once. Screeching, she whipped up a monstrous wave, thundering straight for Jack Young. The crushing magic and psychic pressure could pulverize even a young dragon—if you weren’t grown, you’d be dead and gone.
But Jack Young didn’t dodge.
“Third.” Jack Young slid his right foot back half a step, raised his left palm. Facing the endless magic closing in from all sides, staring at Queen Galadriel who’d melted into the sea of power, Jack Young’s voice dropped all teasing, his lips set, his whole being sharp as a blade—every word heavy as iron: “Within arm’s reach, I am a nation unto myself.”
“Owning the whole world means nothing. If you dare to fight me at this distance, you’re just—” Jack Young suddenly stepped forward, eyes snapping open, dark hair flying. Left palm and sword finger together, he pointed straight into the magic tide, cold light flashing: “—asking for death.”
Rumble rumble rumble—the magic flood swept through, dazzlingly bright, swallowing everything. This magic wouldn’t destroy objects, but it followed Queen Galadriel’s will, erasing any life she considered an enemy.
But the next moment, the magic tide went wild. Power clashed and collided, breaking free from Queen Galadriel’s control. It was like Niagara Falls had suddenly appeared in the woods, thunder booming. The sea of magic churned, chaos everywhere.
Out of the chaos came a shrill scream. Then—boom!—the magic sea exploded, and a glowing, graceful figure tumbled out.
Tap tap tap—the figure landed on the magic sea, stumbling back several steps as if walking on water. Her glow was much dimmer now, her face and features visible. Queen Galadriel stared into the depths of the magic sea, shrieking in disbelief: “Impossible! How could this happen? What kind of sorcery is this?!”
“This isn’t sorcery,” Jack Young stood at the center of the swirling vortex, waves crashing all around. Suddenly, his body sparked and crackled, as if a tiny person was connecting deeply with the vast world. The enormous magic didn’t hurt him—instead, his body absorbed it, turning it into strength. His energy channels snapped open, spirit, energy, and essence linked up—he’d used this moment to return to his primal state: “This is martial arts. You’ve already lost.”
“I—I—no, I haven’t lost yet!!” Queen Galadriel suddenly clutched her head and screamed. Her Enchanted Ring flared again, her glow blazing, turning her into the very concept of light. Even the sharpest-eyed archer couldn’t look directly, not just because of the brightness, but the insane surge of magic that made your skin crawl.
But Jack Young’s pupils contracted, his eyes flashing—he saw right through it: “So this is what they call ‘extremes meet.’”
At the heart of the brightest light, where Queen Galadriel should’ve been its source, she suddenly turned negative, like an old film reel—becoming a deep, shadowy silhouette. She looked less like a goddess now, more like some demon from another dimension.
“What I want is mine! Tell me, tell me your secret—!” Queen Galadriel’s voice layered and overlapped, becoming hollow and terrifying. The magic field and psychic pressure shot up; Queen Galadriel reached out, and just that gesture sent magic surging, her voice like a curse from the abyss: “Give it! Give me your secret—now!”
Boom—Queen Galadriel leapt, and the magic ocean collapsed. Every magic-sensitive creature in Silvermoon City woke up instantly, minds blank, mouths dry from the shock.
This power—ten Silver Priests together couldn’t match it.
Jack Young grew serious too.
“Just judging by looks, you’re not much better than Sauron’s flaming eye right now. If I didn’t already know you had a dark side power-up, I might’ve mistaken you for a possessed villain and wiped you out to save some effort. But since you’re not, guess I’ll have to work a little harder.” Jack Young suddenly leaned forward, his whole body lowering.
Jack Young’s hair turned instantly white, a chill from beyond rushed through his veins, freezing his whole body—the Ice Man mode was on.
Jack Young’s back arched, a dragon-shaped shadow shot up his spine, straight to his throat. He took a deep breath, gathering power.
Next moment, the Ice Man opened his mouth in a silent roar. Sound force, qi force, physical pressure all condensed together and blasted out like a cannonball. But there was no physical wave, no sound any ear could hear.
Simulated Heavenly King Phenomenon—Great Sound, Silent Voice!