Henry had already recovered from the shocks that ran through his vines. He gritted his teeth angrily with a sense of anger rushing through his blood stream.This time, he knew that Xander was a martial artist, so he didn't take him anymore."Don't think of yourself as too highly punk... You were only able to face quite a dozen men. Let's see how you are going to face a hundred plus trained martial artists." He muttered with a dark look on his face.There was certainly no way that Xander was going to escape from this.The crowd that had fallen silent for quite a while were rejuvenated all of a sudden. Their scorn for Xander was brought back almost in an instant."Just because he was able to defeat just a few marital artists doesn't mean that he is even powerful.""I am sure that he was able to do that only because he had some dark arts. If not, how was he able to defeat quite several trained artists without even shifting a blow?" Another one of them said, their faces all twisted with s
Xander turned around towards Lina and said to her,"We should leave already."Lina nodded her head and they walked away from the hall. Meanwhile, Lina led her off to her mansion which was close to the beach with a splendid view.Xander was lost in his stare for a while as he continued to look at the spectacular sight that lay before him.It was indeed one of the most beautiful sights that he had ever seen all his life.He turned around, walking towards the herb that was lying on the table, and noticed that someone else was there.It was Lina and she was playing with it, staring at the raw beauty of this herb.She continued to stare at it. Her hands gradually reach out to it. Xander knew how dangerous it was going to be if her hands poked into one of those.He reached out to call her off from what she was doing but before he could get to do this, the deed had already been done.She had stretched her hands right into one of them. Xander's eyes popped out from his head as he continued to
Their lips interlocked and the sliding off of the door was the only thing that pulled them up apart.Xander looked forward to see who was at the door only to notice that it was a strange lady, kind of a prototype of Lina.He knew that from the looks on her face, she was not the kind of person that was going to allow him to throw questions at her.Once the time came, he was going to know everything. The first thing to prioritize at the moment was Lina's safety.He stared at her for quite a while, unable to dictate the action that he was going to carry out at the moment.But it seemed like he didn't have to do anything anyway. She sped off towards him with a deadly look on her face."You fool. How dare you molest my sister." She thundered at him.Raising her hand high up into the air, she attempted to throw a slap at him while he wasn't looking.But the energy that came from within him threw it all away. Her heart raced. The pain that she felt told her that Xander was powerful.But that
Lady Willow paced throughout the room, her heart racing fast while Helena sat at the far end of the chair, her hands sucked deep into her cheeks.Their family funds were running lower than ever, they had taken so many loans that no bank would even take a look at them anymore.They needed to get some other options as soon as possible so that their family would be able to bounce back to its initial position.But then again, they were short of ideas this time, not knowing what they were going to domA deep breath was the only thing that they could all draw. A family meeting was called but yet, the place was as silent as a graveyard.Helena could not stand the silence that filled the hall anymore and she went ahead to ask."Mom, what about Mr. Broker? The head of the All Back Association that you had a meeting with yesterday. Wasn't he able to help?" She inquired with a really weird look on her faceBut a sad wiggling of the head was the first response that she got and she went ahead to
Xander was already kicked out but he didn't stop fighting against the guards. Even though it would have taken him just a single stretch to have gotten him what he wanted.At the moment, what mattered most to him was to make sure that he got the cure that was needed for Lina and make sure that she bounced back to health as soon as possible.Hearts raced. But even though he was able to find the herb, there was certainly no way that he would be able to pay for it.But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to try at all. Wandering off into the vast street, he strolled off to the herb market where he could easily get the herb that he wanted.The sun was high up in the sky and he knew that it was going to take him a lot of walking to get there since Lina's home was more like at the edge of the city.He passed through the silent woods. He could still remember this place where he had met with Lina and had saved her life consequently.While he continued to walk, his ears caught up with a reall
Jane took a quick pick at her sister Stacy before returning her stare to Xander with a shit look still on her face."You want me to apologize for this low life?" Her voice sounded like she just came back from hell.This time, Stacy didn't give a response, the furrows of her brows were enough for Jane already."Over my dead body am I going to apologize to this piece of shit?" She replied turning around to head back to the car.But she was knocked off by a strange force, flying right into Xander's hands who held her in place.He looked downwards and seemed to return to his senses, dropping her back to the floor."You!" Jane growled but her words were firmly ignored as she didn't notice what was before her.A group of men all in black covered up their heads and only left out their eyes so that they would be able to see.The time between Stacy recognizing who they were was short. They were assassins.But who could have sent them to kill the Mayor was the words that ran through her mind. B
Jane's heart almost jumped out of her chest; they were still surrounded and the only one who knew martial arts was her sister Stacy.Well, she would have also known how to fight but has always been the celebrity kind of person.A large lump went down her spine. This could only mean that they were as good as dead already.Before she could tell what was going on, her sister stepped forward. Her feet were already knitted into a battle stance and she turned around towards Jane with whispers on her lips."Get Dad out of here as soon as you can and get help." She said, Her words were fierce, and Xander could not help but shake her head."But what about you?" Jane inquired. There were tears in her eyes."I am going to hold them off as much as I can. Just do as I have said." She replied.But she wasn't the kind of person that was going to coward away just like that. She was going to stand there.Jane shook her head, making Stacy frown. Stacy had always known her sister to be a stubborn person
The leader of the sect stepped forward this time."Wasn't that easy now?" He muttered.Afterward, he turned around towards the sect and beckoned to one of the bigger men who were standing in the group."Get the Dunk." He said."And that kid. Kill him." He added.Xander had not gone far. He was searching through the woods if he could see anything of importance.He was still within high range and Stacy could see him from where she was lying, not able to stand up from the floor.For a while, she continued to stare at him until a sad sigh escaped from her lips.As for Xander, he wasn't worried even for a single moment. Even though he could hear the crashing sound behind him.They had told him to go away, and that could only mean that they could take care of themselves. He was not going to meddle in other people's stuff.But while he continued to search through the woods to see if he could find any rare herb, a dagger came flying off to him from behind.Aimed at the point on his neck that
The news of his demise spread like wildfire, a whisper of tragedy that soon turned into a public lament, his name etched in the annals of local heroes, a hero who had fallen in a quest to save a friend, a hero who had died in a blaze of glory.Back at the ballroom, Lina stood by the window, her eyes fixed on the cityscape, her face pale and drawn, her body wracked with sobs. The wedding cake, a testament to the dreams they had shared, now sat in the corner, a bittersweet reminder of a love lost, a life shattered.The sun, a cruel and mocking orb, peeked over the horizon, casting a pale, sickly light over the sprawling cemetery. It seemed to mock the sorrow etched on the faces of the mourners gathered there. The air hung heavy with grief, a tangible weight pressing down on their hearts. It was the day of Xander's burial, a day that had been so eagerly anticipated just weeks before; a day of celebration, of vows, of a lifetime together. Now, it was a day of mourning, a day of tears, a d
The warm morning air carried the scent of jasmine and wisteria, a sweet, heady fragrance that danced around Xander as he stood on the balcony with Lina. He held her hand, her fingers slender and cool against his palm, and his gaze swept across the bustling city below. The vibrant lights of the city throbbed like a giant, pulsing heart, a constant reminder of the life he had built, the life he was about to build with Lina.The ring, a band of polished silver etched with intricate symbols, sat comfortably on his finger. It was the ring that had shielded him from harm, the ring that had made him feel untouchable, a beacon of power that he could draw on. The ring was a constant reminder of his escape, his journey from a humble, forgotten corner of the city to the heart of its power, a rise that was as unlikely as it was exhilarating.But as he watched the twinkling lights and felt Lina's closeness, he felt a different kind of power, a warmth that spread through him like a gentle flame. It
Xander sat awkwardly on the plush armchair, its soft cushions offering little comfort. Across from him, Mr. James, a man whose face usually held a gloomy expression, sat with his shoulders slumped and a worried frown etched on his brow.'Where is Lina?' Mr. James finally asked, his voice a low rumble.'She's resting,' Xander replied, his voice tight with worry. 'The poor girl had suffered too much.'He couldn't bring himself to say more, not after the past few weeks. The events had been a whirlwind of betrayal, pain, and a chilling realization of the true depths of the Dragon Group's influence.Mr. James, as if sensing Xander's feelings, leaned back in his chair and sighed. 'It's all my fault,' he whispered, his eyes flickering to the floor. 'If I hadn't joined the Dragon Group, none of this would have happened.' He looked at Xander, his face breaking into a heart-wrenching expression of regret. 'I was so naive. I thought they were just a business group, a powerful engine of progress.
The rage that had been simmering inside Xander since the first encounter with Scarface, the man with a face etched with cruel scars, bubbled over. The scene in the cellar replayed in his mind – the fear in Lina’s eyes, the taunts of Scarface, the taste of his own blood, the desperate fight against the Dragon Group. But then, the words of the old man, his mentor, echoed in his mind. The old man had said, 'Sometimes, forgiveness is the hardest choice, yet the strongest. It lets the poison go, not just for them, but for you too.'Xander turned to Lina, who was still trembling, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. He knelt before her, his gaze lingering on the bruises that dotted her arms and the scratch on her cheek, his heart a knot of anger and concern. He wanted to tear Scarface limb from limb, to punish him for the pain he had inflicted on her, on him. Yet, the old man’s words resonated, a soothing balm on his burning rage.“I’ll let him live,” Xander said, his voice hoarse with th
The rage that had been simmering within Xander for years finally boiled over. A raw, primal hunger for vengeance consumed him, leaving no room for reason or caution. He watched as Tobias, his face contorted with smug disdain, casually tossed Lina aside as if she were a discarded rag doll. The movement was a spark igniting the inferno within him, fueling a fury that had no bounds.“Tobias,” Xander snarled, the word heavy with unspoken threats. His body, taut with pent-up energy, launched itself forward like a guided missile, aimed directly at Tobias. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the thudding of his own heartbeat. He saw Tobias, his eyes widening in alarm as the inevitable collision drew near, raise his hands in a futile attempt to ward off the assault. The impact was brutal, a sickening crunch as their bodies collided with the force of a battering ram. They went down hard, the ground groaning beneath their combined weight.It was a dance of pure fe
The cellar, once a dank and shadowed space, had become a crucible of raw magic and chilling fear. The air hung heavy with the lingering scent of burnt flesh and ozone, a silent testament to the fiery ball unleashed by Scarface, lieutenant of the Dragon Group. Everyone present, with the exception of Xander, had braced for a gruesome spectacle. They envisioned a scene of charred flesh and bone, the young man reduced to nothing more than a smouldering husk. Instead, they were met with a stillness that felt almost unnatural, a quiet defiance that spoke volumes.Xander stood amidst the wreckage, his clothes unmarred, his face serene. A soft smile played on his lips, a smile that held a hint of victory, of an inner knowledge that was unsettling in its calmness. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the ragged gasps of those who had witnessed this impossible display of immunity. Even Scarface, his face still contorted with a mixture of disbelief and rage, faltered, his eyes fixed on the
The dimly lit room, once a den of gambling and illicit pleasure, was now a battleground painted in crimson and laced with the groans of the fallen. Xander, a whirlwind of fury and determination, moved through the chaos with the grace of a predator. His movements, a blur of fists and feet, were a symphony of violence, each strike delivered with the precision of a well-oiled machine. He fought like a man possessed, fueled by a primal rage that defied description.His opponents, initially a horde of thugs, were now a scattered, demoralized mob. Their bravado had evaporated like mist under the unforgiving glare of the sun. They stood frozen, their faces etched with a mixture of terror and disbelief. Some lay sprawled on the floor, their bodies contorted in ungodly positions, silent testaments to Xander's relentless assault. He danced around them, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, his muscles taut with coiled energy, a predator circling its prey.The air crackled with an electric t
The oppressive weight of the iron door, thick as a tomb slab, pressed against Tobias's heart, a physical manifestation of the fear that had begun to gnaw at him. His mind, usually so sharp and calculating, was starting to scramble, his carefully constructed plan unravelling. He had anticipated every possible contingency, every threat, yet here stood Xander, a whirlwind of fury and determination, ready to shatter the illusion of Tobias's absolute control.A sickening thud echoed through the chamber, the sound of a man's body collapsing against the unyielding stone floor. Tobias's grip tightened on Lina's hand, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, the pain a distant, irrelevant sensation. The man, a loyal soldier, had been a mere pawn in Tobias's grand scheme, a sacrifice to buy him precious seconds – seconds he was now desperately clinging to.He watched, frozen, through the intricate screen set into the door, as Xander, his face a mask of raw fury, gathered the raw power of the ri
The acrid scent of clay hung thick in the air, a miasma interwoven with the faint tang of fear. Xander, his fists clenched, couldn't stand there any longer, a caged beast watching his prey chant insults. The man, a hulking form, stood by the racks, his gaze fixed on Xander, but his eyes, darting nervously, betrayed his vigilance. He was a watchman, a sentinel, placed there by the dragon group, the shadowy organization that had snatched his fiancée, Lina.Xander's anger was a roaring furnace within him, fueled by a desperation that gnawed at his sanity. He had tracked them, followed the slithering trail of clues, leading him to this ramshackle pottery shop, a facade cloaking a dark secret.With a roar, Xander lunged, a blur of fury. His fist connected with the man's jaw with the force of a battering ram, sending the watchman reeling backward. He crashed against the wall, but before he could find his footing, Xander was upon him again, his grip like a vise.'Now,' Xander growled, his vo