A Humiliating Defeat!

The discussions among the spectators in the arena grew louder.

Meanwhile, in the arena, a bloodied and disheveled Norris struggled to his feet from the ground.

The wings he had evolved, which sprouted from his back, had been struck by Maxwell, subjected to violent bursts of electrical power, quickly causing his back to be soaked with blood.

In fact, his injuries were far more severe than they appeared!

The power of Maxwell's electrical abilities was much greater than even Maxwell himself realized.

If Maxwell had not chosen to strike Norris's wings but had targeted a vital area instead, Norris would already be dead.

Norris gripped his spear, his gaze becoming intense as he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, staring at Maxwell and spoke in a low voice, "I didn't expect you to also have lightning abilities."

Maxwell stepped forward towards him.

"Why couldn't I have them?"

"You are good, very powerful. I awakened my abilities at eight years old and became an Evolver by fourteen. Since then, I've been in countless battles and have never been defeated!"

"People are dying, and you still talk so much!"

Maxwell seemed impatient and cut him off directly.

"So what if I am about to die? Even if I'm defeated, I, Norris, will die standing!"

Norris plunged his spear into the ground with all his strength.

Maxwell looked at him and couldn't help but laugh, "So you really aren't afraid of dying?"

Norris snorted coldly, "What does killing me accomplish? As long as you're alive, you'll never escape the pursuit of the Thunderclap family. It's a vendetta that won't end until you die, unless you flee beyond Warren. Otherwise, you will never have a place to hide, never a day of peace!"

"Ha ha ha!"

Maxwell laughed. "You're really funny! Even though you say that, you're still afraid of dying!"

Norris paused, taken aback.

"Your family really is peculiar!" Maxwell seemed suddenly in no rush to kill him, instead engaging patiently in conversation.

"Is it because you're used to being high and mighty? Do you really think you can dictate others' lives, that others can't do anything about you?"

Norris snorted coldly, "It's the law of the jungle; the strong do what they wish, and the weak are merely swayed by them."

"You're right, the weak are indeed meant to be swayed."

Maxwell pulled out a knife, tossing it in the air and catching it, a movement that made Norris involuntarily flinch.

"Sorry, but in front of me, you are the weak one."

Maxwell said, "Let's play a game then. I'll give you three minutes to run, and after three minutes, I'll start chasing you. And I'll only chase for half an hour. If I haven't caught up with you in that half-hour, I'll let you go completely. Oh, and you can only run towards the outside of the city."

Norris listened, somewhat incredulous, "Are you serious about this?"

"Absolutely."

Norris decisively put away his spear and walked past Maxwell.

Maxwell didn't move, letting him walk away.

Norris realized that Maxwell was serious, not joking.

"You'll regret this."

Norris suddenly said.

This was a tremendous humiliation for Norris—not only was he defeated, but he couldn't even escape on his own. He needed someone else to set the rules of a game for him to have a chance to run.

Though Norris wouldn't admit it, he knew his own thoughts very well.

He was indeed afraid of dying!

If not for this, how could he possibly accept Maxwell's offer, which humiliated him to the utmost, as a chance to save his life?

He could have stood and faced death as he initially claimed, never surrendering!

"I hope you really can get away, and let me taste the flavor of regret. If you're ready, I'm about to start the three-minute countdown now," Maxwell said with a light chuckle.

Norris snorted coldly and then headed towards the exit of the arena.

As soon as he left the arena, he shouted at the crowd of onlookers, "Scatter!"

A large group of people immediately dispersed.

"You..."

Barclay, seeing him appear so disheveled at the door, was momentarily taken aback, his thoughts causing him to hesitate without voicing them.

"Sir, take care of yourself," Norris said, glancing at him. Before his words had even finished, he was already sprinting away.

"What happened? What did they just say? Why did Maxwell let Norris go?"

Maxwell and Norris had been very close when they spoke, and their voices were low, so no one heard what exactly was said between them.

"Could it be that Maxwell was threatened by Norris, afraid of relentless revenge from the Thunderclap family, and so he let Norris go?" someone speculated.

"How is that possible! If Maxwell were afraid of the Thunderclap family, he wouldn't have killed Samuel in the first place, which means he wouldn't even have encountered Norris! Even now, letting Norris go will still result in endless vengeance from the Thunderclap family! This feud is irreconcilable now, and besides, having defeated Norris today, do you think the Thunderclap family will let him off?"

Another person countered.

Maxwell paid no attention to what these people were saying. He simply walked over to where Sacha was hiding, silently retrieved Sacha into his own space, and then casually strolled to the entrance of the arena, counting down the time as he went.

The crowd gathered in front of the door parted to make way when they saw Maxwell appear.

"Three minutes are up."

Maxwell suddenly spoke, then vanished like a gust of wind.

...

"Move faster!"

"I can do this!"

In the wilderness outside the city base, Norris was running with all his might.

He suddenly hated this version of himself.

Why did he agree to play this game with Maxwell?

Why didn't he just stand and die, preserving his dignity in his final moments?

But...

"As long as I'm still alive, I must let him know that Norris is still Norris! Norris will never lose!"

Norris clenched his teeth, filled with resentment.

"I've already died once; if I can pass close to death once, there will be a second time! What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. As long as I, Norris, am not dead, I will surely become even stronger!"

He hated himself and he hated Maxwell.

He was the pride of the Thunderclap family, always adored, a leader among his generation, but today he was humiliated, his wings crudely broken, forced to plummet from the sky and flee disgracefully just to stay alive.

This profound humiliation, he would never forget in his lifetime!

Maxwell, he would definitely come back for revenge!

In some ways, if Norris escapes this time, this setback and humiliation will undoubtedly temper his spirit, making him tougher and greatly aiding his later cultivation.

But...

"You're too slow."