Open and Secret Struggle

All of this seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

Braydon Neal's figure instantly appeared before the young man.

A single finger gently touched his forehead, and Braydon spoke softly.

The young man only managed to let out a blurred sound before his entire body shattered into a bloody mist, staining Sam Wolken from head to toe.

After a few seconds, the crowd finally reacted.

"He… He was killed instantly!"

"Even I can't react to such overwhelming power."

"This is really... a newbie?"

Sam stared at Braydon in a daze, unable to speak.

Braydon's terrifying speed left no room for evasion.

In other words…

Braydon could kill him at any moment!

A chill ran down Sam's spine, and his face turned pale.

"I won," Braydon declared. "Does this room belong to me now?"