Early morning, five o’clock...

Tony woke to the sound of Lily’s kissing.

"Hmmm... when did you wake up?" Tony asked her in a sleepy tone.

"Just now... Did you sleep well?" Lily asked him with a sweet smile.

Instead of replying to her, Tony kissed her lips while holding her pinky nipples.

"Stop. It’s early morning." Lily complained in a kiddish tone.

"Morning action is good for your health." Tony commented before moving his hands all over her body. She did not feel any pain like last night. She enjoyed the tingling sensation coming from her chest as Tony sucked on her chest while inserting a finger inside her.

After preparing her body for action, Tony changed his position, lifted her right leg, placed it on his shoulder, and started drilling into that pink-walled cave.

Within half an hour, he changed several positions and made her reach climax for more than once.

"Tony, stop... I can’t take it anymore." Lily cried out as Tony lifted her into the air and placed her on top of his little brother.

With a big smile, Tony placed her back on the bed and shifted his position to the top. While Lily stared at him with a bewildered gaze, he rested his little brother in between her balloons and pressed them together.

The smooth sensation from those firm white mounds made his little brother work harder. He continued to move his little brother in between the two large mountains while grabbing them firmly with both hands and pinching the nodes in between his thumb and index finger.

After five more minutes, Tony directly slapped her face with the ejaculating liquid. Later, Tony carried her to the bathroom and cleaned her body. After twenty minutes, Tony kissed her forehead before getting up from the bed.

***

Meanwhile...

Skylar lay awake beneath her blanket while staring at the ceiling with a face dark enough to frighten servants.

Earlier she had forced herself to ignore Tony sneaking out of the room. After all, they were strangers forced into a marriage. What he did was none of her business.

Unfortunately, the room next door seemed determined to challenge her patience.

Faint laughter occasionally drifted through the wall.

Then came voices, Then more laughter. Then even louder moaning.

Skylar slowly sat upright. A vein appeared on her forehead.

"Unbelievable."

Yesterday he married her. Today he brought another woman into the family.

Tonight he was apparently enjoying himself while she couldn’t even sleep.

The more she listened, the angrier she became. Finally she grabbed a pillow and threw it against the wall separating the rooms.

Her expression immediately darkened again.

"Today," she muttered while grinding her teeth, "either Peter Jaint beats him unconscious... or I will."

***

The City Combat Hall had not seen such excitement in years.

Long before the official duel was scheduled to begin, people had already flooded the enormous open arena. Merchants abandoned their shops, martial artists postponed training sessions, noble young masters arrived with entourages, and even elderly experts who rarely appeared in public had quietly taken seats among the crowd.

The circular combat stage stood proudly at the center of the complex while thousands of eyes remained fixed upon it.

The reason was simple.

Peter Jaint’s challenge had attracted attention. Tony Clark’s acceptance had created a storm. Nobody cared about the duel itself anymore.

The real question circulating through the city was far more interesting.

Why exactly were they fighting...? Is it for Skyler...?!

The recent version of Tony Clark made no sense. He suddenly stopped chasing Madam Lan. He suddenly married Skylar without causing trouble. He bought a new girl home.

For many people, that last change was the most unbelievable.

Near one corner of the arena sat the bald monk. Outwardly he appeared calm, holding a wooden prayer bead necklace while quietly observing the gathering crowd. Inwardly, however, he was paying attention to every entrance leading into the arena.

His gaze occasionally drifted toward the stage where Peter Jaint already stood.

The Magistrate’s son appeared confident, Arrogant, Proud.

Everything about him screamed noble young master.

Yet the monk barely cared about Peter. His attention remained focused on a different person. Tony Clark! Or perhaps... Tony Clark.

The monk smiled faintly. "If it really is him, then today should become very entertaining."

Several spectators nearby turned toward the monk after hearing him laugh alone.

The monk immediately resumed his peaceful appearance.

The spectators quickly looked away.

Meanwhile, hidden among the sea of people occupying the upper rows, Elsa quietly watched the arena with cold eyes. Seven members of the Demonic Sea Tribe sat around her in seemingly random positions. None of them wore tribal clothing. None of them revealed their true identities.

To ordinary observers they looked like unrelated spectators.

Only Elsa knew the truth. They had already surrounded the arena. If an opportunity appeared, they would strike immediately.

One tribe member sitting nearby spoke without moving his lips. "Are you certain he’ll come?"

Elsa’s gaze never left the entrance. "He’ll come."

The warrior nodded. "What if he isn’t the real one?"

A cold smile appeared on Elsa’s face. "Then he dies for nothing."

The answer caused several tribe members to laugh quietly.

Elsa possessed information unavailable to most participants. The more she investigated Tony Clark’s recent actions, the more convinced she became. Nobody suddenly changed personalities overnight unless a foreign soul occupied the role.

Everything pointed toward the same conclusion... Tony Clark was here.

At the center stage, Peter Jaint stood with his hands behind his back while maintaining the dignified posture expected of the Magistrate’s son. Yet beneath the calm appearance, Mark Smith’s thoughts remained restless.

The arena felt strange. Too many people were staring. Too many people seemed interested in Tony Clark.

Even worse, the name continued bothering him. Every time he heard it, an irritating sense of familiarity emerged. As though a forgotten memory sat just beyond reach. Mark disliked the feeling.... Very much.

His gaze moved toward the main entrance. A strange tension slowly spread throughout the arena.

Many had come for a duel. Others had come for entertainment.

A few had come for revenge. Several had come to kill. Yet all of them shared one common goal.

They wanted to see Tony Clark!

More specifically... They wanted to discover whether the man walking toward this arena was merely Tony Clark of the ancient world or the Evil boy they knew Or the Tony Clark they remembered from reality.

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