After a brief pause, Amharong clenched his fists, his once-dominant posture now crumbling under the weight of Cheong’s words. The years of resentment and plotting seemed to weigh even heavier on his shoulders, but still, his pride wouldn’t let him give up easily.

"You think it’s so simple, don’t you?" Amharong’s voice trembled with anger. "You have no idea what you're dealing with. The Absorbing Demonic Technique isn't just a martial art—it's a force that can consume the heavens. You take it from me, and you’ll find yourself cursed with power you cannot control."

Cheong smirked, her eyes gleaming. "Cursed, …