..“Senior Flynn!” The expressions of Flynn’s three lackeys turned into one of utter despair as they saw their senior in the same humiliating position, just like the last time. Flynn, their powerful leader, was once again laid low in the most embarrassing way possible, his defeat echoing through the stunned silence of the room.The crowd was in even more shock this time. It was Flynn who had launched the attack, and yet, just like before, he was the one who ended up suffering the consequences. The first time, they had reasoned that perhaps Flynn hadn’t taken his opponent, the young man standing so confidently, very seriously. That might have explained why he had landed in such a pitiful state. However, this time, Flynn had clearly signaled that he was getting serious, fully unleashing his strength, and yet he still met the same fate. Didn’t this imply that the young man, Landon, was far stronger than Flynn? How else could they explain such a baffling situation?Even more astonishing
..Inside a luxurious suite in one of the most prestigious hotels in Autumnvale, tension simmered beneath the surface. This suite was currently being occupied by none other than members of the renowned martial arts guild, the Scarlet Justice. Due to the upcoming martial arts competition, several key members of the guild had taken up residence here, preparing for the challenges ahead. Among them were their top representatives for the infamous Deadly Path of the South, a brutal battleground where only the strongest survived.The atmosphere in the suite had been peaceful, almost serene, until suddenly, three men burst through the suite’s door with a loud crash, shattering the calm like glass hitting concrete. A man in his fifties, who had been lounging on a chair, shot up in alarm at the sight of one of the men who had just entered. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his usually composed face twisted with panic as he called out, “Flynn!” His voice was filled with both concern and confu
. . When Carolyn heard the outburst from the smallest member of the family, a mischievous smile spread across her face, as if a new, wicked idea had just lit up in her eyes. "Oh, who’s this little rascal?" Carolyn taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. "Didn’t anyone teach you not to curse your elders and to treat them with respect? Maybe I should teach you some proper manners myself." She turned toward one of her guards and commanded coldly, "Bring that little brat to me!" Without hesitation, one of the burly bodyguards grabbed Trixie, lifting her as though she were weightless, and began carrying her over to Carolyn. "Let me go!" Trixie shouted, struggling against the guard's grip. But despite her defiant spirit, Trixie's small stature made it impossible for her to fight back effectively. There was no way she could resist someone so much stronger than her, no matter how hard she tried. She was still just a fragile little girl. "Let her go!" Daisy cried out when she saw Trix
. . “Stop!” Daisy and Aunt May got back on their feet, unable to bear the gruesome sight of Carolyn’s cruel act toward the little girl. Who could have such a heart to disfigure a child’s face and relish in it? Their fury boiled over, and they could no longer stand idly by. However, even though both Daisy and Aunt May intended to stop the horrific scene unfolding before them, they lacked the power to do anything. With a swift smack from one of the bodyguards, both Aunt May and Daisy were sent flying back like rag dolls. Neither of them got up again after that, leaving everyone to wonder if they were still conscious. The only sounds in the room were Trixie’s pitiful cries of pain and Carolyn’s excited, gleeful voice. With every movement of her hand, Carolyn continued tearing through Trixie’s delicate skin, as if she were playing a game. In a matter of minutes, Trixie’s face had been horribly disfigured, drenched in blood. “The longer your dad takes, the more I’ll keep marking up
. . "You've hurt the ones I love," Landon growled, his voice laced with a bone-chilling malice. "And for that, there is no escape. You deserve to be punished—no, you will be punished." His eyes burned with a fierce, unquenchable thirst for vengeance, glowing with an intensity that seemed almost otherworldly. Every word he spoke was heavy with the promise of retribution, like the calm before an unstoppable storm. The murderous intent emanating from Landon was palpable, thick in the air, pressing down on everyone around him. It was so overwhelming that even the bodyguards surrounding Carolyn, hardened warriors who had faced countless deadly adversaries, were taken aback. Their breaths caught in their throats as they realized the magnitude of the danger they were facing. For the first time in their lives, these experienced fighters found themselves up against someone whose murderous aura surpassed anything they had ever encountered. It was as though they were standing before a predator
. . The crowd did not hesitate for even a moment to take out their phones. Landon had, in fact, accelerated what would have happened naturally. His bold declaration to immortalize the event compelled them to act quickly, and soon, dozens of phones were raised, cameras rolling, capturing the dramatic scene as it unfolded. It was clear that this moment was going to be shared far and wide, ensuring that the events of today would not remain a secret for long. Though some members of the crowd harbored mixed emotions—fear, intrigue, and even concern—none of them hesitated when it came to recording. It was almost second nature, an automatic response to the chaos happening before their eyes. There’s something innate in human nature that is drawn to witnessing the downfall or suffering of others, a kind of grim fascination. And this was no exception. Watching Carolyn Anderson, a member of one of the most powerful families in Autumnvale, get humiliated like this was a spectacle no one wanted
. . In the bustling public square, no one could believe their eyes. Was it the gathering crowd or the five elite guards, who called themselves the “Invincible Spear,” that were more stunned? All were left in a state of utter shock when they saw that Landon had killed Carolyn Anderson without even batting an eyelid. “H-he killed Miss Anderson just like that?” one onlooker stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief. “It appears so…,” another replied, their face pale with dread. “My goodness… this is terrible… Hell will break loose soon,” someone whispered, fear evident in their voice. The onlookers murmured among themselves, each one commenting with anxiety and dread in their eyes. None of them wanted to be in Landon’s shoes at that moment. It was unthinkable—no one had expected Landon would actually go through with killing the young Miss Anderson, a member of the powerful Anderson family. He was bound to face harsh retribution for his actions. Everyone knew the Anderson family
. . That evening, the most trending news on the internet was the shocking death of Carolyn Anderson and the audacious challenge made by a young man to duel Hendrix Anderson at the infamous Deadly Path of the South. It quickly became the most talked-about topic everywhere. Some began speculating that the powerful young man could very well be the same person responsible for crippling George Anderson. However, no one could say for certain. All they could do was theorize, since there was no solid evidence. One thing, however, was crystal clear: a young man of immense strength had issued a direct challenge to Hendrix Anderson, and everyone eagerly anticipated what would unfold at the Deadly Path of the South. Excitement and tension filled the air as people discussed what might happen when the two forces collided. Later that evening, Landon returned home to reunite with his family. However, what he saw upon entering the house left him utterly shocked. Trixie, who had been severely injure