. . Seeing the armed men dressed entirely in black, with their faces obscured by sinister-looking masks, was enough to send chills racing down the spines of every student present. The ominous sight alone caused a ripple of fear to spread throughout the crowd like wildfire. Some students instinctively began to back away, their trembling legs betraying their fear. Others, too terrified to think clearly, attempted to hide behind their peers, seeking a false sense of security as if blending into the crowd would shield them from harm. No one knew where this group of armed and masked men had come from. Their sudden appearance was as inexplicable as it was terrifying. Equally unclear was their purpose. Why had they appeared here, of all places? What did they want? The only certainty in the air was their hostility, and that alone was enough to terrify the students into silence. Before the masked intruders could even utter a single word, chaos erupted. Frank’s elite bodyguards, highly train
..Elite AssassinsOne of the most terrifying reasons elite assassins are so dangerous lies in their unparalleled ability to move undetected, striking down their targets before their presence is even realized. They are, in every sense, silent killers—masters of stealth who thrive in the chaos of battle by using the element of surprise to their advantage. Their strength is not in open combat but in the precision of their initial attack. Their strategy revolves around delivering a fatal strike at the very moment their target is most vulnerable, ensuring the fight is over before it even begins. Once their presence is discovered, however, their advantage diminishes significantly. An elite assassin’s mastery lies not in prolonged confrontations but in turning the tide of a battle before their opponent even knows they are there.Landon’s sharp gaze quickly caught sight of several of these stealth killers weaving their way through the battlefield. Their movements were almost imperceptible,
. . Landon stood silently, his sharp eyes fixed on the chaotic scene unfolding before him. A small, satisfied smile graced his lips. He was pleased with his decision to stay out of the battle thus far. While he had the ability to confront the masked attackers and overpower them, he had chosen restraint. He wanted to observe, to gauge the situation, and more importantly, to see whether Frank would step forward to defend the students. Frank had done exactly that, and his performance on the battlefield spoke volumes. From what Landon could see, Frank was not just a skilled martial artist—he was exceptionally talented. His movements were fluid and powerful, each strike precise and devastating. The way he tore through the masked men with ease confirmed his status. Landon could tell with certainty that Frank had reached the rank of a Dragon-Level Martial Artist. This realization solidified something important in Landon’s mind: Frank Madden was indeed a member of the Madden family of th
..As if guided by an unspoken command, Frank and the leader of the masked attackers launched themselves toward one another, each with lethal intent blazing in their eyes. Their fists shot forward with incredible force, the air around them rippling from the sheer power of their attacks. Both fighters clearly aimed to deliver a decisive, life-ending blow to the other. Bang!A deafening explosion echoed across the battlefield as their fists collided with a thunderous impact. For a moment, it seemed as though the two titans were evenly matched, their strength clashing in a fierce struggle. However, the stalemate didn’t last long. “Argh!” A loud, guttural cry of pain rang out as one of the fighters was sent flying backward like a ragdoll. The figure tumbled through the air, slamming into several of the masked men with such force that their bodies crumpled instantly, their lives snuffed out in an instant. The attacker’s leader landed with a sickening thud, coughing up a mouthful of
. . “Ah!” Tricia let out a high-pitched scream of pain and outrage as she landed on the floor, clutching her bruised backside. Her face twisted in anger, and she pointed an accusatory finger at Landon. “How dare you push me?! Who do you think you are?!” Ruth immediately seized the opportunity to escalate the situation, her voice rising in anger as she pointed at Landon. “Yeah, Landon! How dare you push Tricia? Are you out of your mind? A loser like you must be begging for a beating! When the dangerous men showed up, you did absolutely nothing! You hid like the coward you are! And now that Frank has dealt with all of them, you have the audacity to push his girlfriend to the ground? Who do you think you’re dealing with?! How dare you!” Joan chimed in, her tone laced with disdain. “He’s just a rich coward trying to save face. What’s more disgusting is his excuse! Claiming he didn’t step in because he knew Frank could handle it? Just admit it, Landon—you’re nothing but a spineless wea
..When Landon heard Frank’s words, their fragile game of pretense instantly crumbled, like a delicate glass shattering into countless irreparable pieces. The air around them seemed to shift, charged with tension and unspoken truths. “Yes, yes, I am,” Landon replied, his smile tinged with both confidence and caution. “I’m guessing you are a descendant of the Maddens from the shadows.”Landon’s grin widened, though his feelings were far from simple. He was simultaneously satisfied and dissatisfied. On one hand, identifying his enemies before they identified him brought him a certain sense of accomplishment, even a twisted sense of joy. Discovering that Frank was tied to the infamous Maddens family—the very family that had long been a thorn in his side—only added to his grim satisfaction. When Frank chose to clash with him openly, Landon couldn’t help but feel a spark of triumph ignite within him.Yet, satisfaction was not the only emotion coursing through him. A shadow of unease ling
..Landon was resolute. He genuinely had no intention of killing Frank. Why would he? Eliminating Frank wouldn’t solve any of the problems at hand. If he were to kill Frank now, he would lose any chance of extracting the valuable information he might be able to sniff out of him. It was plain and simple—Frank was not the Blue Sovereign. Killing Frank wouldn’t offer him any direct advantage. There was no strategic or practical benefit to taking his life.No, the better plan—the much more calculated and effective approach—was to keep Frank alive. Not just alive but cooperative enough to spill every shred of information he might possess. The best way for Landon to enjoy the fruits of blowing Frank’s cover was to ensure his survival. Alive, Frank was a potential goldmine of secrets. Dead, he was useless.“Well, we’ll talk about this later!” Landon said with an almost disarmingly cheerful smile. But the smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Without any warning, Landon delivered a t
. . Frank crumpled to the floor like a pile of lifeless wood, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud. Desperately, he willed his limbs to move, to obey him, but no matter how fiercely he commanded them, his body refused to respond. It was as if some unseen force had shackled him completely. ‘I can’t move…’ he thought, panic gripping his mind like a vice. No matter how hard he tried to force his muscles to cooperate, they remained immobile. His body simply would not listen. It felt eerily similar to being paralyzed, though the sensation was far worse—his body wasn’t just unresponsive; it felt completely disconnected from his will. “Can’t you run?” Landon’s mocking voice broke through the thick fog of Frank’s terror. The man stood above him, towering like a predator savoring the helplessness of its prey. His voice dripped with amusement, his expression betraying how much he relished the scene unfolding before him. “W-what... what have you done to me?” Frank stammered, his