I add points to Indian martial arts.

Meanwhile, in the heart of Tuli Town, a luxurious mansion was brightly lit and filled with beautiful women singing and dancing late at night.

The central room of the mansion was as luxurious as a palace, with tapestries embroidered with gold thread hanging on the four walls, depicting scenes of pleasure in the heavens of Indra and Apsaras (flying apsaras).

A young man, around twenty or thirty years old, sat in the main seat. He was handsome, but his skin was pale and he had deep eye bags, as if he had been drained by alcohol and women.

Surrounded by a group of beautiful women, with lewd glint in his eyes, this man was Sakje, who commanded five hundred elite soldiers and had reached the power of a second-level elephant.

Sakje's control of Tuli Town was inherited from his father, who was a powerful figure in his time. His father not only made Tuli Town one of the top towns among the nine towns, but also arranged for Sakje to marry the eldest daughter of the head of the Hamant family, a prominent family in the nine towns.

Unfortunately, after his father died, Sakje succeeded him, but his courage and ability were only eleven times that of his father, and the situation in Tuli Town deteriorated day by day.

"Beauty, come here." Sakje's eyes gleamed with undisguised lust. With a wave of his hand, he pulled a dancing woman in front of him into his arms. The woman was wearing an extremely thin sari, her fair skin faintly visible. She gasped as she was pulled into Sakje's embrace.

"Please don't, sir," the woman said, blushing. But Sakje had already begun to grope her, even pouring wine from his glass onto her very thin sari.

The sari was soaked, revealing her beautiful body.

Sakjee grinned lewdly as he bent down to drink.

This extremely lewd scene was not surprising to the dancing women around them. Some of them even chuckled and said coquettishly to Sakje, "My lord, I also want you to drink my wine."

"Don't panic, beauties, I'll drink this wine one by one!" Sakje laughed heartily, and with another wave of his left hand, he pulled another woman into his arms.

At the same time, just as this decadent atmosphere of indulgence permeated the air, the heavy teak doors of the main hall were silently pushed open. A figure walked in.

The newcomer was a young woman dressed in a magnificent and dignified ambar robe. The robe was deep purple with intricate mandala patterns embroidered in gold and silver threads. She was about nineteen years old and possessed a noble and dignified beauty. In particular, her eyes were extremely threatening and aggressive, unlike the gentle beauty of ordinary women.

The moment she appeared, the enchanting atmosphere in the hall froze instantly, the music stopped abruptly, and the dancers, like startled birds, hurriedly lowered their heads and stood at attention. The two women huddled in Sakje's arms turned pale and frantically struggled to their feet, their saris disheveled and they didn't even bother to tidy themselves up.

Sakjee's lewd grin froze, and he forced a look of embarrassment: "Why isn't Madam asleep? It's so late, don't catch a cold."

The woman didn't say a word. She coldly glanced at the group of dancers and said, "Get out of here. And you two, don't come back."

The woman pointed to the two dancers who had been in Sakje's arms. The two dancers immediately turned pale. If people like them were driven out of the manor, what good would come of it?

They looked to Sakje for help. Sakje wanted to say something, but when he saw the woman's cold eyes, he shut his mouth.

After a while, the dancers, knowing the prestige of this mistress and that begging for mercy was useless, immediately left, their faces pale.

Sakjee remained silent, though a hint of displeasure flashed across his face.

And so it always is; his wife has never given him any face in public, always making him lose face in front of others.

If you weren't the legitimate daughter of the Hamanthus family, I would have divorced you long ago!

Sakjee harbored deep resentment towards his wife, but he didn't show it on the surface, still smiling obsequiously: "What brings you here, madam?"

"I heard that my husband sent two hundred soldiers to the village of Ganka," the woman with majestic phoenix eyes asked Sakje as if she were in a superior position.

Hearing this tone, Sakjee was displeased, so he said expressionlessly, "Yes, I sent two hundred soldiers today."

Hearing this, the woman's eyebrows furrowed: "Why doesn't my husband personally lead five hundred elite soldiers out in full force to annihilate that Brahmin named Liwei? The news that Ganka brought yesterday clearly stated that this Liwei is a three-headed Naga. Such a great threat, yet my husband doesn't eliminate him immediately? Are you going to let him grow stronger next to Tuli Town, let him accumulate enough strength in a few years to conquer Tuli Town, seize our family's property of two generations, bring the fifty thousand residents of Tuli Town under his control, and take your wife away?!"

The woman, with her noble and dignified appearance, didn't speak in a particularly harsh tone, but every word seemed to pierce Sakje's heart, making his face grow increasingly unpleasant.

Especially when I heard the last sentence, "I'll take your wife away."

"Enough!" Sakje slammed his hand on the table. "What do you know, woman? You know that Levi is a three-headed Naga! The news Ganka brought yesterday clearly stated that Levi already had an elephant strength of 0.9 before killing Piro. After killing Piro and seizing twelve villages, given the potential of a three-headed Naga, his strength has probably only increased slightly less than mine. If you make me lead five hundred elite soldiers out in full force, and if I fail to kill him and he escapes, wouldn't I be needlessly creating a formidable enemy with the bloodline of a three-headed Naga?"

Hearing this, the woman found it even more ridiculous. She sneered, "Does my husband think that sending two hundred soldiers won't make enemies? Does he even dream of peaceful coexistence with others? If so, I think you'd better abandon the city and leave now to save your life. I'll also drink a cup of poisoned wine to avoid being captured by others later, bringing shame upon the Hamanthus family and my two deceased fathers!"

The woman's voice trembled as she spoke of dying from poison, her eyes filled with tears—a mixture of anger at her father's lack of self-control and resentment. She thought that if her father and Sarkozy's father were here, they would never have allowed her to face such humiliation in the future, nor would they have allowed a formidable enemy to grow up nearby.

"Madam, what are you thinking?" Seeing the woman cry, Sakjee's tone softened, but he didn't go up to comfort her. He just calmed down a bit. "How could I let him grow up like this? Sending two hundred soldiers to Ganka Village is a blatant conspiracy. If Li Wei wants to increase his strength, he can only seek new territory. But by sending soldiers to occupy Ganka Village, I'm blocking his territory, preventing him from gaining new territory and new faith power. This way, his strength will be limited by me."

The more he talked, the more he felt his strategy was brilliant: "If he wants to increase his strength, he has to wait a month until the faith power of these twelve villages can be collected again. But even if he can collect it, the faith power of these twelve villages will not increase him much, because it is more and more difficult to increase the power of the elephant. With the territory of these twelve villages, I estimate that it will take him at least one or two years to catch up with my power."

"A year or two is a long time. I will then use a thorough method to kill Li Wei without fail, so that he cannot escape."

The woman wiped away her tears: "My husband didn't lie to me. What's the best way?"

"Hmm..." Sakjee pondered for a moment, then said awkwardly, "I haven't thought of anything yet, but in a year or two, I should be able to devise a thorough plan to ensure that Levi has no chance of escaping and dies at my hands."

"In the end, you're just indecisive and procrastinating again." Hearing this, the woman was extremely disappointed. She said coldly, "A year ago, my father's adopted son clearly wrote to you, asking you to send troops to cooperate with him from the inside and seize Vika Town. I told you that this adopted brother was raised by my father and was completely trustworthy. Moreover, he was at odds with the people in power in Vika Town, and a major conflict had broken out a few months before he wrote you the letter. I told you that you could definitely send troops. But what happened? You hesitated after receiving the letter, thinking it was a trap, and in the end, you missed the opportunity. In the end, my adopted brother joined forces with others and seized Vika Town. If you had listened to me and decisively sent troops back then, with my father's influence in the area, you would now control two towns and have 100,000 people."

"Your strength could easily rise to another level; do you really need to be stuck at the Two-Element Power level?!"