"Take advantage of the strength you have now to call out a few more times. You might not be able to later." Xayne's voice suddenly echoed throughout the secret chamber, sounding to the blue-clad worker like a demonic echo."What do you want? I don't know anything. Let me go," the blue-clad worker gritted his teeth."You're still being stubborn? I love interrogating stubborn people. The harder you resist, the more excited I get," Xayne said, taking out a whip and lashing it fiercely across the blue-clad worker's body.Soon, gruesome wounds appeared on the blue-clad worker's body, bleeding profusely."Help, it hurts so much!" The blue-clad worker screamed."Tell me, who instructed you to plant the explosives," Xayne demanded as he continued to beat and interrogate."What explosives? Who sent me? I don't understand what you're talking about." the blue-clad worker continued to dodge the question."You won't talk, huh? Let me show you how it feels to have salt water on your wounds,"
On the other end of the line, Ace responded respectfully, "Yes, Supreme Commander! I'll deploy the troops right away!"Xayne's eyes glinted with a cold fury after hanging up the phone.The Hwark family had crossed the lines. No matter how deep the Hwark family's roots ran, no matter their connections in the capital, reaching for Serena meant certain death.Meanwhile, Trent was seated at the head of the hall inside the Hwark residence. His face was grim as he pointed angrily at Ryder, who was sitting on the couch."What happened? Why did you fail? What was Nighthawk doing?!"Ryder's face was equally serious. "Dad, don't worry. It's just one failure.""Get Nighthawk in here!" Trent demanded coldly.Soon, a hunched middle-aged man with a sinister look entered the hall, bowing to Trent and Ryder. "Mr. Trent, Mr. Ryder.""How could you mess this up?!" Trent barked, his anger boiling over.Nighthawk immediately dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't anticipate the King o
There, nestled in the rugged landscape, stood the headquarters of one of the most prestigious kickboxing groups in the country—Crociati Circle. Ranked among the top five kickboxing groups, its comprehensive strength was only slightly behind that of the revered KB Kings Circle.Crociati Circle boasted a thousand-year legacy, its prowess and influence unfathomable. It was said that its disciples roamed the land, carrying out divine justice. Notably, the group was renowned for its legendary "Seven Swords," a title given to seven Sword Saints, each having reached the pinnacle of kickboxing mastery years ago. Throughout history, during times of turmoil and bloodshed, the presence of the Crociati Circle has always been felt.Meanwhile, in the office departments of General Affairs of the bustling capital sat a slightly overweight middle-aged man. He wore a traditional suit and sported black-rimmed glasses.This office was where all crucial documents of the nation were handled. Intellectu
Hearing Leonardo's outburst, Trent frowned slightly and said, "Leonardo, it can't be that serious, right? You work in the Office of General Affairs. I trust your capabilities and connections. You need to hurry back. Also, I've already asked Jaden, Lennox, and Damian to gather manpower. I refuse to believe that the King of the North can destroy our Hwark family in West Dangria!""Trent! You..." Leonardo was sweating profusely in his urgency. "I'll head back right away! But until I get there, don't engage with the King of the North or his people at all!""All right, hurry back," Trent replied and then quickly hung up the phone. His expression darkened immediately as he muttered, "Leonardo has become more cautious after working in the Office of General Affairs."Beside him, the butler, Tom, said, "Master, perhaps Mr. Leonardo is right. After all, it's the King of the North we're talking about. He has eighty thousand troops. Even combined with the forces of Mr. Jaden, Mr. Lennox, and Mr
The airplane door opened, and Xayne stepped out, his dragon-patterned battle robe billowing in the cool breeze. At that moment, a murderous aura surged through the air, permeating the surroundings. His eyes reflected the dim glow of the moon as he descended the steps, each stride exuding a formidable presence. Following closely behind was Draven, emanating an equally intimidating aura.At the front of the assembled soldiers, a general quickly stepped forward, saluting sharply. "Subordinate Hagrid Loom, Chief Commander of the West Dangria Military Theater, greets the King of the North!"Xayne cast a cold glance at the middle-aged man before him and nodded slightly. "How many soldiers are stationed in the West Dangria Military Theater?""Only ten thousand, sir," Hagrid responded respectfully.Xayne nodded. "Open all military channels. In one hour, eighty thousand Northern Plains troops will arrive in the West Dangria Military Theater.""Yes, sir!" Hagrid shouted, then gestured invit
Hearing these words, Hammond froze before a frown crept onto his face. He said, "Xayne! Don't do anything reckless! I'll consult the Emperor right away. Until then, you must not overstep! Understand?""Fine! Mr. Hammond, I'll give you thirty minutes! If there's no response within thirty minutes, I'll confiscate the Hwark family's weapon ownership rights! If they dare resist, there will be no place for the Hwark family in the West Dangria Military Theater!"Xayne's voice boomed like thunder, intimidating the West Dangria Military Theater officers surrounding him.Then, he hung up the phone.Hammond hurriedly left his study, called for his secretary, and quickly drove to the Drakonia. At the same time, he summoned the other three elders.In the Drakonian Council conference room, Hammond explained the situation. Warren's face darkened as he asked, "Did Xayne say that?""Yes, that rascal! Once he makes up his mind, he won't change it! We need to get the Emperor to agree to revoke the
The Emperor turned his back, frowning as he pondered. "Mr. Warren, send my order to Xayne. I agree to revoke the Hwark family's rights! If they resist, let him handle it as he sees fit."With that, the Emperor left the room.Warren quickly relayed the message to Xayne.At that moment, Xayne stood on the training grounds of the West Dangria Military Theater. Before him was a sea of 80,000 Dracarium soldiers, hundreds of military green trucks, over a hundred armored vehicles, tanks, and dozens of fighter jets, all poised and ready for action.The soldiers, clad in military green uniforms and carrying steel rifles, stood solemnly, their bodies radiating intense combat readiness. The night was still and cold.Xayne stood on the command platform, gazing at the mass of soldiers in the night. The military might was palpable.At that moment, a fire ignited in his chest."Soldiers! Tonight, we have one objective! Attack the Hwark family in West Dangria!" Xayne roared, his voice thunderou
Xayne's voice reverberated like a thunderclap, making the entire Hwark family mansion tremble. An aura of invincibility instantly filled the hall.Everyone watched as a young man in a blue and gold dragon-patterned battle robe bearing the golden national emblem of Drakonia and combat boots strode in from the front door. His face was cold, and his gaze fierce, exuding an aura of death. Following closely behind him was just one person.Trent, along with Jaden, Lennox, and Damian, all turned to look at the imposing figure entering the room. His presence was overwhelming.The three brothers were all powerful figures in the midwest region of the country, each with considerable strength. They had all reached the late stage of a Kickboxing Grandmaster, equivalent to a Grandmaster Warrior in the military system.Yet, at this moment, they all felt immense pressure from Xayne. This soul-crushing pressure left them momentarily stunned and blank-minded.By the time they recovered, Xayne was a