On the Brink!

In Tampa city, at the zombie fighting arena.

The audience area was suddenly thrown into chaos.

Inside one of the private boxes, Basil naturally became aware of the commotion outside. He walked to the window to look out and immediately saw Norris suspended in the sky. A flicker of apprehension crossed his eyes.

"It's Norris, why is he here?"

"Sir, there's trouble outside!"

The arena's manager also hurriedly reported to the higher-ups.

"Trouble? What trouble? That man is Norris from the Thunderclap family! He isn't here to cause trouble! Norris is known for his calm and measured approach, and he surely knows whose property this is! Norris showing up here fully armed must mean something else is going on, let's go out and see."

He said.

In another private box, Maxwell also saw Norris taking position in the sky.

Seeing Norris holding the electric spear and those wings that allowed him to fly, he immediately understood that this person was likely here for him.

"Must be someone from the Thunderclap family, looks like the Tier 6 Evolver brother of that idiot Samuel."

Maxwell commented.

In the sky, Norris slowly descended to a position level with the audience stands. He lowered his spear, its tip pointed toward the ground, but the electricity crackling around it seemed even more active.

"My brother,"

Norris began, his voice booming through the arena like thunder.

Even without any amplifying device, his voice was clear and reached the ears of everyone present.

His words left the crowd puzzled.

Brother?

What brother?

What about the brother?

Everyone fell silent, well aware that the figure before them could fly, wield the power of thunder, and had his aura fully unleashed.

What was this?

This was an Evolver!

And a formidable one at that!

As for those who recognized Norris, they dared not speak too much, afraid that saying the wrong thing might provoke Leikang.

Norris, a prodigy from the Thunderclap family. Among the younger generation, he was a standout, so much so that Basil couldn't even compare to him.

"It must be Samuel's brother."

Maxwell was certain, and he was quite curious to hear what Norris was about to say next.

Norris spoke half a sentence, then paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

He didn't seem to be staring intentionally at anyone, but merely being glanced at made the ordinary people in the audience shrink back and lower their heads, daring not to meet his gaze.

Even some of the Evolvers dared not face his sweeping look.

Yet, just one man's gaze sent tens of thousands recoiling.

Norris pursed his lips, then spoke again: "My brother is a good-for-nothing."

His words left the people in the arena dumbfounded.

What was this? With his aura fully unleashed, he stood there like a fearsome avenger, yet his first words were to criticize his own brother?

Norris paid no heed to the stunned looks from the crowd, continuing, "When he was seven, he killed two servants who didn't give him toys, even though they had been with him for seven years."

"At the age of eight, he killed a little girl who refused to hold his hand."

"At nine, he caused trouble in the base city."

"At ten, everyone in the base city avoided him; those who were slow to get away got caught and were brutally beaten by him."

"At eleven, he burned down a village just for fun on his birthday."

"At twelve, he, out of boredom, released zombies into the streets."

"At thirteen..."

As Norris continued, the faces of those in the arena grew more baffled with each statement.

Mainly, they were confused about Norris's intentions. Was he really just there to publicly denounce his brother?

To expose one misdeed after another from his brother's dark past?

However, he did have one thing right, his brother was a good-for-nothing.

That said, even calling him that seemed far too mild.

He was a scoundrel, a disgrace!

Even in these apocalyptic times, such a person would be drowned in the spit of countless people!

Norris continued speaking calmly, as if he hadn't noticed the expressions of the people around him.

"At fifteen, the number of people who have completely disappeared from this world because of him exceeded ten thousand, many of whom merely had the misfortune of encountering him by chance."

"At sixteen..."

When Norris reached "twenty-one," his voice lifted slightly as if he was chatting with the audience, slowly asking, "What do you think, is my brother a scoundrel and a disgrace?"

"He definitely is a scoundrel!"

In one part of the arena, the laid-back woman, lounging like a cat on the sofa, casually spat out a grape skin.

"He's a scoundrel, indeed!"

Suddenly, someone in the arena shouted loudly.

Norris's words had reminded him of an incident from his childhood, making him deeply empathize.

"Thunderstrike!"

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot out from the spear in Norris's hand, striking the person who had just shouted.

Norris then lowered his spear, as if nothing had happened, and continued:

"Yes, my brother is a scoundrel! I've told him countless times that being human is different from being a beast, but he wouldn't listen, and eventually, he even refused to hear it. It's quite a headache for me as his older brother."

Norris shook his head, appearing very troubled.

At that moment, the arena was dead silent; no one dared to make a sound.

Because the charred body still stood in place!

"But, even though he has done countless terrible things and is a complete disgrace, he is still my brother. Only I have the right to reprimand my brother! Only I can lay hands on him! Even if he is to die, only I can do it! It's not your place!"

At this point, Norris's voice grew louder, his tone heightened as he continued: "Since you dared to kill my brother, you must be prepared to die by my spear. I, Norris, his brother, am here today to take your life!"

With that, his gaze shifted and immediately fell on the private box where Maxwell was located.

He found him!

Such insight was truly frightening!

It was just earlier when he scanned the crowd; among tens of thousands, he saw Maxwell, noticed his fearless, even slightly mocking gaze.

"Die!"

Norris shook his spear and charged directly towards Maxwell.

Norris moved as fast as lightning, exemplifying the true prowess of a lightning power wielder. His use of electricity was so refined that he seemed to embody lightning itself.

With just one sprint, he broke through the glass and entered Maxwell's private box, his spear pointing straight at Maxwell.

At the tip of the spear, electrical energy had been gathering for a while.

Maxwell had to face not only the sharp spear tip but also figure out how to withstand the tremendous force of the thunder contained in it.

A hit would likely be lethal!

Even if it wasn't fatal, it would still leave him severely battered, significantly diminishing his combat capabilities.

But how could Maxwell possibly be hit!