Even Anna shouted in shock, âAlex, dodge!â
It was too late to dodge!
Snap!
Crack!
The wooden stick slammed into Alexâs knee. The sound sounded like his knee had been smashed, but
the scream of pain didnât follow.
Alex stood there without moving.
It was the wooden stick in the mohawk guyâs hand that had broken in half.
âF*ck, how is that possible?!â
âLet me!â Another tattooed youngster jumped out, an iron rod in his hand, and he swung it violently at
Alexâs leg.
Dong!
The iron rod bounced back, bent.
Alexâs legs still looked perfectly intact. Even his body had not moved an inch from his spot.
Everyone present was stunned. Joshuaâs expression had changed.
Travisâs eyes had widened even more, sheer disbelief in his eyes.
Gideon swallowed hard. Was this the guy who they had joked they would be able to kill with a slap?
âF*ck, I donât believe this!â The guy who had used the iron rod threw it away angrily. âMaster Jones,
please allow me to borrow your Sledgehammer!â
He picked up the big hammer and swung it heavily at Alexâs legs once again. If that blow hit, forget
about it being a prosthesis; even if his knees were made out of iron or alloy, it would still be flattened by
this blow.
Dong!
A yellow light flashed.
The iron Sledgehammer was violently shaken off, and it spun through the air, hitting the shoulder of
some unlucky sod, tearing off his shoulders immediately.
As for Alex, he still remained in the same spot, perfectly unharmed.
Now, forget about the people from Missouriâs Divine Constabulary; even Joshuaâs face had turned
grave. If it were his knee that had taken the blow, it definitely would have shattered!
âIs there anyone else who wants to give it a go?â
Alex finally spoke. He was a little disappointed.
After his cultivation levels had broken through Divine Transcendence, his entire body had been reborn.
Not even mentioning his Mystic Armor, his physical body alone had been hardened to the point that
even swords would have a hard time cutting through him. If he activated his Mystic Armor, even bullets
would not be able to penetrate him.
However, attacks from ordinary warriors could no longer help the Mystic Armor to increase its level.
None of Joshuaâs underlings stepped up.
Alex smiled slightly, and in the next instant, the aura around his body shifted, sharpening like a blade
that had just been unsheathed.
âAttacking an elder from the Divine Constabulary, an attempt of deliberate murder, the intention of
rebelling, these are all capital offenses!â He said.
His figure flashed, and the mohawk guyâs head was suddenly in his hand.
The speed was just too fast, and everyone had only seen a blur in their eyes. The mohawk head guy
was at least five meters away from him just now, and now his head was in Alexâs hand. Of course, it
didnât mean that the mohawk guyâs head was literally in his hands and that he was dead. It was just
Alex had rushed over and grabbed him. It was too fast. He had grabbed him and returned to his original
position, and it all appeared to be an illusion.
Alex squeezed the mohawk guyâs neck, his voice cold as he asked, âDo you have any objections?â
The mohawk guyâs neck was being squeezed, and he couldnât say anything. His face was tuming blue
from the lack of air.
âUgh, urghâ¦â
âNot speaking is admitting!â Alex said.
Crack!
Alex applied some pressure gently, and the mohawk guyâs head slumped down immediately.