Outside, the crowd had already swelled to an overwhelming size. Somehow, news had spread, and now members of the Kickboxing Association and several influential business moguls from the Folksworth had gathered to witness the scene.Leading the group, Charlie stood with his arms crossed, a smug expression plastered across his face. He bellowed toward the villa, his voice sharp and commanding, "Xayne! Get out here and face your death!"The Kickboxing Association elites who had previously suffered under Xayne's dominance, along with a few business titans, could not help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.It was not long before Xayne emerged from the villa, followed by Esmond and a dozen Heaven Sword Circle's disciples.Charlie smirked coldly as he laid eyes on Xayne. "So, you're Xayne?""That's right." Xayne's expression was calm, his aura serene, without a hint of tension or energy radiating.Charlie sneered. "You've got two choices: pledge allegiance to the Ashlan Lanchester

Before Charlie could respond, Xayne's palm strikes rained down like a relentless storm. Even though Charlie's Sacred Lion Armor was impervious to blades, it had a glaring weakness. It offered little resistance against the impact of raw force.Like the concept of exploit someone's Achilles' heel, Xayne's strikes bypassed the armor's surface and delivered their energy directly into Charlie's body. In less than ten seconds, Xayne had landed over a hundred slaps, each blow vibrating through the armor and rattling Charlie's organs."Xayne, you demon! Stay back! I... I forfeit! The duel is off!"Blood gushed from Charlie's mouth as his internal injuries mounted.The armor, which was meant to grant him invincibility, had now become a liability, slowing his movements and leaving him utterly vulnerable to Xayne's relentless assault."You may choose when to start, but when it ends, that's for me to decide," Xayne sneered with his voice laced with icy amusement. Charlie, now no more than a

Charlie's corpse lay unrecognizable, beaten into an unrecognizable mass of flesh and blood. The kickboxers and Folksworth elites present shivered inwardly. Compared to this, Xayne's treatment of them was practically merciful.Bernie glared at Xayne's back with gritted teeth, his face twisted in resentment as he turned and stormed off toward the airport. Xayne defied and humiliated him in front of everyone. This insult could not go unanswered.As he walked, Bernie plotted how to present Xayne's transgressions before the Emperor."Bernie, Xayne is not someone to provoke. He's… ruthless," a middle-aged man nearby stammered as his fear was evident.Bernie shot him a cold glance and sneered, "Killing him doesn't require a blade."With that, he stepped into his car and sped off toward the airport.Meanwhile, Xayne carried the armor back to his villa, visibly pleased with his spoils.Given Serena's pregnancy, her powerlessness left her no different than an ordinary person. The armor's

In fact, Yzil had never mentioned this request to Yves before.Although Aava was also in the Black Ice Platform, she did not work in Afrishan but was the captain of the assassin team in Eukrania. When she heard that Xayne was going to Afrishan in person this time, she immediately asked her grandfather to communicate with Yves and transfer herself to Afrishan.The reason was simple. Xayne was not only famous in Drakonia, but also had long been a legend in the entire Eukrania.Aava actually admired Xayne a long time ago and hoped to meet Xayne. She could not give up this rare opportunity. Yves knew that Aava's strength was still at the level of a one-star coach. In the Afrishan team, she was the weakest. Therefore, he specifically told Xayne to ensure her safety.The next morning, Xayne boarded a private jet bound for Afrishan.As the plane soared across the skies, Xayne's mind raced, planning his approach to locate the pyramid where Spencer was being held.Afrishan had hundreds

The journey was a relentless stretch of desolation, with vast deserts and endless seas of sand. The scorching sun baked the land, and waves of heat shimmered in the air, rippling like the surface of a burning ocean.Xayne stared out at the desert as he frowned. He was long accustomed to such an environment, but Spencer consumed his thoughts.In such punishing weather, captivity in a pyramid was not just unbearable—it was dangerous. While the outside baked under the sun, the inside of the pyramid would be bitterly cold, creating extreme humidity. For an ordinary person like Spencer, prolonged confinement in such conditions could prove disastrous.Upon noticing Xayne frowned, Yzil smirked derisively."What's wrong, Mr. Xayne? Not used to the climate? I thought you said you were experienced in desert warfare?" He punctuated his sarcasm by cracking his knuckles, the sound sharp and deliberate.Xayne ignored him, his gaze remaining fixed on the sand dunes, his face marked with quiet co