"!" Floyd was visibly shocked and yelled out.
"We've been paralyzed!"
"Too sneaky!"
"Utterly disgraceful!"
Beside Floyd, the students from Supreme Hall also began to express their anger.
"I am sneaky, so what? Who's like you, not using their brains? Not satisfied? Come fight me then! Can you even beat me?" Samuel looked over the area flashing with electric light, laughing heartily.
"Shameless!"
"Calling me shameless? In a fight to the death, it's all about the results. Floyd, you know this better than I do."
Samuel looked at Floyd, a cold smirk and mockery appearing on his face.
"Enough talk! Samuel, it has come to this, let's see who is stronger. I, Floyd, still have some strength left to test whether your lightning spear is about to be junked."
Floyd snorted coldly.
"Dying breaths still spent in idle boasts. Fine, I'll indulge your trivial wish. But you have to tell me, that young man down there is your own son, right? Ah, old man, no need to rush; after I kill you, it'll be his turn. And those two girls look pretty good, might keep them for my friends to taste, a little reward for the fellows, ha ha ha ha," Samuel continued, laughing again.
"Freak!" The students from Supreme Hall were furious.
However, before Samuel could finish laughing, his expression suddenly froze.
"What's happening?" The group from Supreme Hall was overjoyed.
"Yes!" In the midst of the area filled with lightning, Maxwell, covered in electric light, slowly walked out.
His body was wreathed in large sparks of electricity, yet he was completely unharmed. His eyes, shimmering with deep electric hues, looked incredibly intimidating.
Maxwell gave Samuel a nonchalant glance that unexpectedly sent a shiver through him. Samuel, of all people, was frightened by someone's gaze.
He was Samuel, after all!
A member of the Thunderclap family!
A man destined to command lightning!
Anger surged in Samuel's heart; he was unwilling to admit that he felt fear.
"You four, what are you waiting for? Go kill him!" Samuel commanded, lifting his spear and pointing it at Maxwell.
Meanwhile, the person who had been carrying the missile launcher threw it to the ground and, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out a huge axe and charged at Maxwell.
The other three also drew their respective weapons and rushed towards Maxwell.
Maxwell glanced at Samuel again, his look filled with disdain and mockery, as if mocking Samuel for not daring to act himself and relying on others to gang up on him.
"My brother's men are no pushovers; even I can't defeat them when they work together. No matter how tough you are, what can you really do? Just wait for me to drive my spear through your eye, let you see! Damn it!" Samuel fumed internally, but he was smart enough not to advance himself.
Though he was loath to admit it, he was too scared to confront Maxwell again.
The moment Maxwell, shrouded in lightning, walked out had genuinely frightened him.
Samuel's Spear of Zeus—of course, that was his own moniker—was charged with a vast store of electric light, ready to be unleashed with his abilities. If he were in the line of fire of his own attack, he couldn't guarantee he'd emerge unscathed.
Yet, this man had managed to do just that!
Such physical toughness was formidable.
But no matter how strong, there must also be inherent weaknesses.
He refused to believe that someone with such a formidable physique could also possess powerful attack techniques!
However, he definitely wasn't going to try finding out by himself anymore.
...
On the ground, four towering Evolvers charged towards Maxwell.
"Be careful, these are Thunderclap family members. They're large and intimidating, with numerous tricks up their sleeves. Don't be fooled by their seemingly straightforward appearance!" Floyd shouted from behind Maxwell.
"Simple-minded?" Maxwell glanced at the four approaching men. Their faces were fierce, but upon closer inspection, their movements did indeed appear somewhat "simple-minded."
"Quite interesting," Maxwell noted as he watched the four men rushing towards him, completely calm and undisturbed.
"Damn, always acting cool, how can he outdo me?" Samuel, flapping his wings in mid-air, watched Maxwell standing on the ground with annoyance, itching to dive down and spear him to death.
"I want to see how you respond to a joint attack from four Tier 3 peak fighters," Samuel said, gripping his spear as if he could already see Maxwell defeated and trampled underfoot.
Just as they were about to reach Maxwell, suddenly, a petite figure appeared beside him.
This figure moved with agility, darting swiftly in front of the four behemoths.
"Aargh!" A man's scream of agony suddenly rang out from the ground.
Immediately after, the scream was abruptly cut off, followed by a soft "gurgle" and silence.
Samuel's face turned pale with shock as one of the men clutched his throat, his face filled with astonishment.
Blood gushed from between his fingers, soaking his collar and staining his clothes red.
Then, he clutched his throat as his towering figure toppled backward, crashing heavily onto the ground, lifeless. After falling, his hands limply dropped to his sides.
Only then did everyone clearly see a deep gash across his neck, from which blood continuously flowed out.
He had been killed with a single strike. A throat cut so swift, he didn't even have time to react!
"How... how is this possible!" Samuel was shocked, unable to believe his own eyes!
Then, his gaze fixed on the little girl standing in front of Maxwell.
This little girl, who appeared out of nowhere, looked harmless and overly adorable, dainty and pretty, with a delicate and endearing face that one couldn't help but want to kiss, though her expression remained impassive. But this sweet demeanor seemed innate.
However, this girl was holding a short sword in her hand, its blade flickering with a cold light, appearing extremely sharp.
And there were fresh bloodstains on the sword, slowly gathering and dripping off the tip onto the ground, making the blade gleam anew.
A bloodless killing! The sharpness of this sword was truly terrifying!