âHe is probably the youngest Earth rank fighter in America!â
âIf Scott went up against such a beast, he definitely didnât die in vain at all.â
At this moment, Geraldâs energy was draining out. He had been the one attacking with
all his might throughout this whole battle, yet Alex was still standing. Gerald, on the
other hand, was sweating and panting. Half of his inner force had been depleted.
âAre you done yet?â Alex spoke up.
He knew that his armor would no longer improve at
this point, even if he were to get any more attacks.
âYou, you f*cking⦠Who are you?â Gerald felt like he was going to break down. He lifted
his staff to use âGolden Celestial Staffâ once more, slamming down on Alex.
However, Alex was able to grab his staff with ease.
âI am someone you shouldnât have challenged.â He then snatched the metal staff over
forcefully and swung it at Geraldâs thigh.
With a loud crack, Geraldâs left leg was deformed as he knelt to the ground screaming.
His thigh bone was smashed into two and one of the ends was protruding out of his
skin, leaving a pool of blood around him.
âSending a coffin to my house and locking Michelle up in it? You must think youâre pretty
great, donât you?â
Another loud crack echoed through the plaza. This time, it was Geraldâs right leg.
âYou even broke all of Michelleâs limbs. Who gave you the balls to do so? Are all of you
Pattingsons this bossy?â
Now, Geraldâs left arm was broken.
âAnd you dare challenge me to a battle to the death but let a bunch of trash block my
way. You must really think youâre quite something, eh?â
Now, all of Geraldâs limbs were broken. All he could do was lay on the ground as he
vomited blood.
With the power of Alexâs Chi, all of his organs were damaged as well.
Alexâs attacks on Gerald were like a slap to everyoneâs face. They couldnât bear to
watch as their hearts dropped to the ground.
The Yowells, on the other hand, were absolutely overjoyed and excited.
Alexâs gaze was cold and blood-thirsty, as if he was the Grim Reaper crawling out from
hell.
He then slowly moved the black metal staff to Geraldâs forehead.
Everyone held their breaths upon the sight of this.
Gerald was startled, he felt as if he was about to have a heart attack. Shaking his head
vigorously, he said, âNo, no please donât kill me, please! Please donâtâ¦â
Anyone would be scared of dying, especially Peak Mystic rank fighters like Gerald. He
feared death more than anything.
Alex said calmly, âGive me a reason to not kill you then.â
Gerald was sweating cold bullets, his eyes filled with fear. âI⦠I can give you money. Iâll
give you any amount of money that you want!â
âSorry, but l donât need money.â Alex shook his head and swung the metal staff towards
Geraldâs head.
Gerald Pattingson was now nothing but a lifeless corpse. The Pattingsonsâs eyes were
wide in shock as they trembled in fear.
They didnât expect Alex to be serious about it, killing Gerald like he said he would.
Alex killed a Peak Mystic rank fighter as if Gerald was just livestock.
The younger Pattingsons were terrified as they felt a chill go down their spine. Everyone
else who came to help was regretting their life decisions, finally realizing that they
shouldnât have gotten involved in this.
âHow could we ever have a chance to beat someone who had killed Scott with one
punch?â
âWe really f*cked up this time, offending an Earth rank fighter.â
Alex remained calm. He initially didnât want to kill anyone here, but he knew that he had
to make a statement.
âThey were able to barge into Maple Villa today. What about tomorrow?â
âWould they barge into Assex Villa some time later too?â
He knew he had to strike fear into their hearts to prevent them from trying anything on
him ever again. He lifted his head gently. âSo who was the one who carved words onto
Michelleâs face? Come out!â
Winnie froze, her face turned pale.
Everyone else took a few steps back as well, leaving out the frozen Winnie trembling
with fear.