After leaving that small hut, Ishan walked straight toward the central training grounds of the Singhaniya Family estate.It was already evening. The sun's golden hue painted the horizon, and only a few silhouettes remained on the field — most had already finished their practice for the day.
Ishan was at the seventh stage of the Physical Level, standing on the verge of breaking through to the eighth. But that wasn't what brought him here tonight.He wanted to see — among all these so-called geniuses — where his own talent truly stood.
As he approached the training field, two guards stood at the gate, their postures rigid and watchful. Both were at the peak of the Physical Level, placed there to maintain order and stop any unnecessary fights.Those who had broken through to higher realms no longer trained here. They were granted access to the Hunting Grounds, a forest-like area created by the family — filled with beasts and wild terrains. Dangerous beasts that became too violent were removed, but the rest remained for the warriors' trials.
When Ishan arrived, the guards looked at him — startled, but not respectful. They didn't salute.Not since Rajveer Singhaniya — the current acting head of the family — had declared Rajesh, Ishan's cousin, as the new Young Master.
Ishan understood they were only following orders… but tonight, he needed to remind everyone that he was still the rightful Young Master.
With a firm, commanding voice, he roared,
"Do you both have no idea about the family's rules?Your Young Master stands before you, and you dare not salute?Are the Singhaniya laws such a joke to you?"
His voice echoed through the grounds, sharp and cold. The guards froze. They had seen Ishan before, but he had never spoken like this — never so confident, never so fierce.Something was different tonight.
They exchanged nervous glances before replying,
"Young Master, please forgive us! We were confused. The acting patriarch announced Rajesh as the new Young Master, so—"
"So?" Ishan cut them off. "Who gave him that right? He may act as patriarch, but he is not the patriarch. And the rule is clear — no one can claim the title of Young Master unless the previous one abdicates, or the true patriarch decrees it himself.Remember this well. The next time I hear you call him Young Master, you'll answer directly to me."
The guards stiffened, their discipline snapping back instantly.
"Yes, Young Master…"
They couldn't deny his words — not when he spoke fully within the rules of the family.They weren't afraid of Ishan; they were afraid of violating the code.
Within the Singhaniya Family, only a few rules were absolute:No betrayal. No deceit. No rebellion.Beyond that, everything else was flexible — until someone challenged the family's authority.
By now, the argument had drawn everyone's attention. The remaining disciples and warriors stopped their practice, turning toward the gate. They saw Ishan standing tall, scolding the guards — a scene none of them had expected to witness again.
Among the onlookers stood a few of Rajesh's loyal men. One of them — a tall, broad-shouldered youth with a cruel smirk — stepped forward.
"Well, look who's back. Isn't this the useless former Young Master?Surprising you're not dead yet. Tell me, why didn't you just kill yourself instead of living this pathetic life?No one respects you anymore, and no one needs you. So do yourself a favor and stay in your place."
It was Ravi, one of Rajesh's lackeys — a bully Ishan remembered well.In the past, Ishan had endured his mockery in silence.But that old Ishan — the timid boy — was gone.The one standing here now was a live fire, and anyone who touched him would burn.
Ishan turned to the guards and said coldly,
"You two are watching your Young Master being insulted, and yet you stand idle? If I must act myself, what use are you?"
That was enough.The guards immediately grabbed Ravi by the arms and forced him to his knees.
"What are you doing?" Ravi shouted. "He's no Young Master! Rajesh is the one in charge now! Why are you listening to him?"
But before he could say more, he was already kneeling before Ishan.Ravi's eyes blazed with hatred.
"If you've got any courage, tell these dogs to step aside and face me alone. Let's see what you're really made of."
Ishan smirked.
"So even stray dogs dare challenge me now? Fine. Let's see if this mutt can bite… because a dog's bite often tells the world about its master's strength."
He gestured slightly, and the guards released Ravi.
"You called me a dog?" Ravi bellowed. "I'll break you today! I'll make sure you crawl like the useless beast you are!"
Ishan laughed lightly.
"I'll give you three chances.If you can touch me even once, I'll walk away from this place and never call myself Young Master again.But if you fail — I'll shatter your arrogance so badly you'll never lift a sword again."
He stood calmly, hands behind his back — relaxed, confident.
Ravi roared and charged with full strength.He was at the eighth stage of the Physical Level, stronger than most young warriors.But he was facing Ishan — a man who, in another world, had defeated those far beyond his level.
Ishan moved barely an inch — a sidestep, a lean — and Ravi's own momentum sent him crashing face-first into the ground.
A loud thud echoed.Everyone froze.
The so-called strongest young fighter of the Singhaniya family had been floored… by the "useless" Young Master — and with a single move.
Ravi groaned, refusing to accept defeat.
"That was a fluke! You think luck wins fights? Let's see how long that luck lasts!"
He lunged again — this time more cautious, eyes locked on Ishan's every movement.
Ishan raised a hand.Ravi tensed — ready to counter —and then blinked in confusion as Ishan calmly ran his fingers through his hair.
Laughter erupted across the training ground.Ravi's face burned red, his fury only growing hotter.
With a roar, he threw a punch aimed straight at Ishan's head.Ishan shifted slightly, reading the motion — his hand moved faster than thought, deflecting the blow with effortless precision.Another strike came, a kick this time — dodged again, without even breaking stance.
Three attacks — all missed.Ravi was panting, sweat dripping down his face.
Ishan looked at him, expression calm.
"You called me useless. But if I'm useless… what does that make you?"
"Stop running and fight me like a man!" Ravi spat.
"Still think you stand a chance?" Ishan smiled coldly. "Let's end your delusion."
He dashed forward — so fast Ravi barely saw him move.Ravi swung a punch, but Ishan ducked under, twisting slightly and landing an uppercut that connected cleanly with Ravi's chin.
Crack.
Ravi's body lifted off the ground before collapsing backward, unconscious.
Silence.Every warrior in the field stood frozen, eyes wide.They hadn't even seen the move — only the result.
And then — a voice broke the silence, deep and furious:
"How dare you lay hands on my friend?"
The air turned heavy.
Who was this new voice?And would Ishan finally reclaim his rightful place in the Singhaniya Family?