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
Everyone was still awe-struck by the sight that lay before them that for a while, they would hardly speak.Could it be that they were dreaming or the events that lay right before them were true?Even the leader already had thoughts running through his mind. There could be only one possibility and that would only mean that he was hiding his ability.He was trying not to believe that. Knowing the consequences if that was true. They were going to be as good as dead within a matter of moments.But taking a quick look at Xander's battle stance, he wasn't even like he knew anything about being a martial artist.Talk less of being trained before. Whatever it was, he knew that he had to be careful in dealing with the person who was standing right before him.The force that Ben had applied during the attack was enough to tear Xander into shreds.But there wasn't even a single harm done to his body. He was looking even better? The wind had blown his hair, giving it a better shape that was goin
Ben had always been the one closest to the leader. Even though he acted though towards him, it was only because he wanted him to be Strong.He was angry with him today because he wasn't supposed to go on any mission just yet.But Ben had always been stubborn. Wanting to do things his own way even though his father had warned him a couple times about his decisionHis wife always said that he was the one that Ben took after. Since he had always been dating right from the point that he was young. Up till this time.But at least, he had not ended his life and had stayed alive. Ben was his last up. How could he slip away into the cold hands of death so easily.What was he going to tell his wife who was also on her sick bed and had personally kissed Ben before they set out on this mission.This was his first mission. Ben had told them that he was tired of staying back and there was no way that he would be a good heir that way.He said that he needed to be brought to the forefront of the war
The eyes of everyone in the woods were transfixed at what lay before them. It was difficult for them to believe it.The leader of the sect fell back in his steps. Even though he would have been able to stop it, it would have taken him quite the amount of energy to do that.But for what Xander just did, it was way too easy too easy for him to have stopped the rumbles of energy from the looks of it. Could it be that they had made a mistake because that was the only explanation for it?Apart from the naturals who were already as good as dead, he was the only one who Could stop them. Together with the leaders of his assassin clan. Heart raced. Taking this news back to them would only mean that one of the naturals was back in the world.And that was going to be a good thing. It was only going to plug everything back into chaos and that was something that he could not afford.So he was going to go on with the previous explanation and believe it. It could only be a mistake and nothing oth
The fight began.For Jane, she already thought that the fight wasn't going to be an intruding one since the winner wasn't far-fetched."The wide mouth should be sent to his grave already. This is certainly going to be more like an exercise or even less for Master Kave." She said with a down look, her words loud enough for Xander to hear.Even though he was in a critical position, he could not help it but turn his head towards his direction."Is she really serious? Shouldn't I be praying that I should win the fight? At least they are going to have a chase to escape?" He replied aloud, flinging the words into the air but it could only be directed at one person."I don't raise my bar too high. False hope is the worst thing that anyone can give to themselves. Especially when it involves weaklings." She added.Xander was in a battle position but he wasn't losing to a lady."What have I even done to her? Not like we had a fight or something. Or could it be that she fell in love with this b
The toxin was supposed to start acting up on him immediately. Stacy was still stunned as to how quick the needle had been that none of them had noticed.But in the real sense, Xander had only decided to ignore it since it was going to be fruitless acting up either way.The frown that was hovering on his face deepened even more as he rose from the floor.Meanwhile, Kave waited with a deadly smile on his face for him to fall to the floor.First, he was going to feel strange emotions rushing up throughout his body. Sweating after which he would pass out within a few minutes.Xander reached out to the needle and pulled it off. He had experienced death once before and this was certainly not going to kill him.With hearts still racing, they stared at him. Even Jane was nervous this time. Even though she still wasn't on Xander's side.Soon, an outburst of laughter could be heard ringing through the room and it was from Kave.He thought that Xander was being childish, thinking that by pulling
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