At the arena, the current scene had everyone riled up. Some spectators couldn't help but stand in anticipation.Timeime seemed to slow down as William’s fist, covered in powerful flame magic, flew towards Donald. The air crackled with energy, the heat from William's magic palpable even to those in the stands. Donald, already mid-air, had no chance to evade the impending strike. His eyes widened in fear, a look of sheer terror plastered on his face as he realized the futility of his actions. On the other hand, William wore a cold smirk. His confidence was unshakable, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination that sent shivers down the spines of those watching.BOOM!The sound of a powerful force pushing a body echoed across the area.Following the sound, Donald’s body was sent flying like a ragdoll. He landed on the ground, luckily inside the battle arena, but he was badly injured. Blood spurted from his mouth as he began coughing violently, his body convulsing from the immense pa
Donald was dragged to his seat by the staff of King's Arena because he was too weak to walk on his own. As they hauled him to the clinic, he couldn’t help but glare at the broad back of William, who walked back to his lovely wife.A deep realization of the contrast between himself and William dawned on him.Now he knew that he was leagues beneath William.He realized he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was.He realized he had been wrong about himself for ages.Was he ever better than William? Was William only pretending to be weak to humiliate him today? Has everyone always been wrong about William? He asked himself as his vision went blurry and he lost consciousness.The crowd kept cheering as William gallantly walked back to his stand.Kate was still looking at William as though she had just seen a ghost. Her eyes did not move from his body even as he arrived beside his wife and gave her a peck.On the other hand, since the crowd was watching William reach his seat, they saw him ki
**Starkcom Hotel**Clarion could be seen walking out of the hotel, looking stunning as always. She wore a sleek, elegant dress that hugged her figure perfectly, and her hair flowed in waves around her shoulders. She strolled towards her pink Bugatti gracefully with a calm smile on her face, her heels clicking softly against the pavement.Nevertheless, before she reached her car, two huge figures pulled up behind her, dressed in black and wearing thick black shades.“Excuse us for a minute, Lady Clarion,” one of them said, drawing her attention and causing her to look in their direction.While their heights and figures were imposing, Clarion didn’t make a fuss or tremble; she stared at them with a calm smile as though it was another girl like her.“What?” she asked calmly, one of her eyebrows lifted in a questioning manner."We have some questions we would like you to answer,” they replied.Clarion frowned at them; she did not understand why they were asking such questions. "Is this
Still at Starkcom hotel.Two burly men walked into the hotel with cold expressions on their faces. Walking beside them was Clarion, who clearly hadn't forgiven them for ruining her lunchtime. She kept shooting them angry glances, her frustration evident.The men headed to the second floor via the staircase. Once there, they thoroughly searched all the unoccupied rooms. They moved with purpose, checking every corner, opening every closet, and looking under every bed. Their meticulousness was impressive.It seemed these men were professionals at conducting searches in a business setting. Despite their intimidating build, they were cautious and polite. This level of efficiency and decorum was typical of the Froster family, known for their prowess in such tasks. Their movements were smooth and coordinated, as if they had done this a thousand times before.They could search a building with a hundred floors and easily spot their target with their keen eyes. The way they kept moving their no
—"The Foster family sent two of their best soldiers. I saw them at the Froster family soldier welcoming party. They suspect we're behind their missing young master, and they're searching every nook and cranny of the hotel. What should I do?" Penber's worried voice came through the phone, trembling with fear.His life and the reputation of his beloved company were on the line. He couldn't help but feel both scared and anxious. The weight of the situation bore down on him, and he struggled to keep his composure."This is bad," William muttered, not expecting the Froster family to send out envoys to look for Jack so soon. He knew about Jack’s strained relationship with his father, assuming it wouldn't prompt immediate action. William had thought they would have more time, but now everything seemed to be happening too fast.—”I don’t know what to do. How do I handle this? If I don’t handle it well, a lot of things will be destroyed,” Penber panicked even more, his voice rising in pitch a
"Are you guys still not done? Hurry up. You're wasting my time," Clarion said in an annoyed voice as she watched the men continue their search.They had finished searching more than fifteen floors and were currently on the eighteenth floor. There were twenty-two floors in total, and Penber was on the twentieth floor at the moment, anxiously waiting for any news. The thoroughness of their search was impressive, but the time it consumed was starting to wear on her nerves."We're doing it thoroughly. Speed in a task doesn’t guarantee efficiency. In the Froster clan, we only care about efficiency and nothing else," one of the men replied absentmindedly. His tone was calm, almost as if he didn’t care about Clarion's impatience. The Froster clan had a reputation for being methodical, and he was upholding that reputation."Who cares what your clan thinks? I'm starving, and you guys are wasting my time," Clarion retorted, frowning. Her stomach growled audibly, adding emphasis to her complaint
"I will show the whole world who is better between us," Kate said with a grin."I'd love to see you try, Katie," Clarissa replied calmly, using a friendly nickname that made Kate furious. Kate hated being treated like a close friend by her rival. She felt a surge of anger rising within her, fueling her determination to win this fight. Her mind raced with memories of all the times Clarissa had outshone her, and she vowed to end that streak today.From the stand, Viper announced the beginning of the last fight in the first round of the tournament. “YOOO!!”“FIGHT!! FIGHT!!”The crowd buzzed with excitement, their eyes fixed on the two competitors. The tension in the air was palpable, as everyone waited to see who would come out on top."I will show you," Kate declared, moving from her spot and darting toward Clarissa. She felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins, giving her the speed and agility she needed for the fight ahead.In her hands, a black, menacing whip appeared. The w
The sound of footsteps approaching rang in the passageway leading to the room where Penber and Klein were currently hiding. Penber's heart beat faster and faster as the footsteps drew closer. His body was shivering with fear, terrified of what would happen if they didn't succeed in leaving in time. The situation was growing more intense with every second.The glass of wine in his hands shook violently; if it were filled to the top, some of its contents would have spewed onto the ground. He could barely keep his grip steady, the fear causing his hands to tremble uncontrollably. On the other hand, Klein kept drinking from his wine without a single look of doubt or fear in his eyes. He seemed completely unbothered by the approaching threat, his calm demeanor starkly contrasting Penber's panic. His steady hand and composed face showed no signs of worry."You should calm down. If you keep shivering like this, they'll suspect you are up to something," Klein said while shaking his head pit