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The Almighty Landon — Chapter 481
Seeing Dexter’s hand pointed at George Anderson’s unconscious body and understanding the threat behind the spell he was about to use, Adam pictured again the dismembered bodies of the guards he had seen outside. The memory flashed like a warning—headless torsos, limbs scattered, the ground soaked—and the instant replay tightened the knot of urgency in his gut.If Dexter followed through, George would suffer the same fate.Adam stopped cold at the threshold. He had come to the factory prepared to fight, but he hadn’t expected a hostage situation that left him with no clear, risk-free way to intervene. Closing the distance now meant running straight into Dexter’s command. He could be fast, maybe faster than most, but not fast enough to cross the room and snatch George away before the older mage enacted whatever cruel finality he had in mind.“Fuck. He’s got me,” Adam muttered under his breath, jaw working. Panic hissed at the edges of his thoughts, but he forced it down. There had to be
The Almighty Landon — Chapter 482
It turned out that Adam had taken a page straight out of Dexter’s book. The trick was simple but effective—create a distraction, seize the enemy’s attention, and then move while they were locked onto the wrong target.From the distance between them, and with Adam’s frightening speed, it would take him no more than a single second to reach Dexter. But the problem was that it would also only take Dexter a single second to unleash his devastating spell, IMPLOSION. It was a battle of fractions, of who would act first, of who would seize that tiny gap.Dexter, his eyes narrowed and his hand still pointed at George Anderson, did not hesitate. He didn’t dare blink, not when the slightest delay meant his defeat. With his focus unbroken, his lips moved swiftly, chanting the words of destruction, and the air around his hand shimmered with violent magical force.When the last syllable rolled off his tongue, the spell erupted outward like a violent pulse, a wave of destructive energy that tore th
The Almighty Landon — Chapter 483
Adam looked at Dexter with sharp, unyielding eyes and said firmly, “Why would I go through the trouble of saving him from you, only to turn around and kill him myself? I’m not like you bastards.”His voice carried both anger and disgust, making it crystal clear how absurd he found Dexter’s assumption. The sheer audacity of Dexter asking such a foolish question left Adam feeling sickened.“T-then what did you just do?” Dexter stammered, unable to hide his confusion.“What I did,” Adam replied coldly, “was get you filthy parasites out of his head.” His words cut like steel. To drive his point home, he delivered a sharp slap across George Anderson’s face, jolting him awake.George gasped violently, his body jerking upright as if escaping the grip of death itself. His lungs strained as he inhaled desperately, fighting to recover from the suffocating sensation of having been choked. Every breath came out ragged, but it was life returning to him.Dexter’s eyes widened in shock as he saw Geo
The Almighty Landon — Chapter 484
On the other hand, Dexter smacked his tongue in frustration, his irritation radiating through every muscle in his body. He was furious—not just because he had missed hitting George Anderson, but because Adam had foiled yet another one of his meticulously planned attacks.With the painful aftermath of having two of his spells destroyed by Adam, coupled with the failure of three separate IMPLOSION attacks that had all missed their intended target, Dexter’s patience was wearing thin. His body ached from the exertion, his mind simmered with frustration, and a gnawing fatigue tugged at his consciousness.“What the hell was that?!” George Anderson exclaimed, his voice sharp with disbelief and residual fear. He had just narrowly escaped death, and his pulse still raced from the near-catastrophic experience.As soon as Dexter fired the spell, George had instinctively attempted to deploy his martial arts skills to block it. But he quickly realized that something was terribly wrong. It was as i
The Almighty Landon — Chapter 485
“Now that I don’t have to worry about another person’s safety anymore, I can finally go as hard as I want to,” Adam said, his smirk sharp and confident. His eyes locked on Dexter with a cold intensity. “Let’s see how you do with nobody to hide behind.”Dexter, hearing the words and recognizing the insult within them, scoffed bitterly. His pride stung at the implication that he had relied on George Anderson as a shield.“Don’t think I’m going to make it easy for you,” Dexter snapped, his voice laced with venom. “It doesn’t matter if you’re a dragon-level martial artist, I’m not going down as easily as you think.”Adam chuckled at the remark, a sound that seemed to irritate Dexter more than any insult could. The mage’s brows furrowed as he processed the reaction. This was the second time Adam had responded strangely to being labeled a dragon martial artist. His chuckle wasn’t amusement; it was almost as if the title itself meant little to him—or worse, as though it carried some private
The Almighty Landon — Chapter 486
Angry and frustrated that his last barrage had failed to strike Adam, Dexter began to unleash fireballs one after the other in rapid succession. His target remained the same—Adam, who kept darting around the room with incredible speed, evading every single attack as though the fireballs were nothing more than playful sparks.Adam’s plan was simple yet highly effective. He wasn’t going to recklessly charge in. Instead, he chose to keep moving, carefully circling and closing in on Dexter while dodging the incoming fireballs. Once he was close enough, he intended to finish the battle swiftly.Dexter, however, wasn’t a fool. He knew exactly what Adam was planning. That was why he continued to fire one scorching purple flame after another, not necessarily to hit Adam directly, but to maintain distance and keep the martial artist from closing the gap.But there was a limit. Dexter was running out of ammunition. He understood the mechanics of his own spell better than anyone else, and he kne
The Almighty Landon — Chapter 487
Adam groaned, his tone carrying both annoyance and fatigue. Things had become far more complicated than he had anticipated. What was supposed to be a straightforward takedown was spiraling into something much more difficult.Who would have imagined that Dexter, the arrogant mage, was capable of pulling off something so dangerous—changing the trajectory of his fireballs, turning them into guided projectiles that acted almost like homing missiles? It wasn’t something Adam had expected, and it was impressive in its own twisted way.Then again, Dexter wasn’t just any random mage. He was well-versed in spellcraft, someone with a frighteningly deep pool of knowledge and experience. More importantly, he was a recognized member of Saber Synth, the most powerful and feared magical organization in the entire world. With credentials like that, perhaps nothing Dexter did should ever be considered *too* surprising. And yet, even with that in mind, this new development bordered on the ridiculous.“
The Almighty Landon — Chapter 488
The way Adam held Dexter up by his neck—his toes barely brushing the dusty floor—made the mage look like a ragdoll dangling helplessly in the air. Dexter’s face was turning an unhealthy shade of red, and his breath came in short, desperate rasps as the pressure on his windpipe increased. His eyes bulged slightly, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He tried to squirm free, but Adam’s grip was like iron.The suffocating sensation was unbearable, yet Dexter’s ego refused to allow him to plead for mercy. He would rather choke than beg Adam for release. That same stubborn arrogance that had carried him this far pushed him to gamble on one last desperate move. Since Adam had brought their bodies so close, Dexter thought perhaps he could take advantage of the proximity to land a surprise strike.Summoning every ounce of willpower left in his fading body, Dexter reached into his pocket with his free hand. His fingers fumbled, but at last they found the handle of a small concealed knif
The Almighty Landon — Chapter 489
He had just come to the bitter realization that what Adam said earlier was true—there was absolutely no way to escape the suffocating grip of the plant if Andrews hoped to keep concealing himself. Every possible strategy he had considered had collapsed into dust the moment Adam’s words sank in.If Andrews truly wanted to break free, then he would have to abandon the mission and escape without the other targets. Yet that option was never on the table for him. The mission was far too important. His responsibility to the others, to their cause, outweighed even his own survival. Adam knew this, and that was exactly why he stood there, calm and steady, while Andrews was trapped in despair. It was only a matter of time before Andrews met his death at Adam’s hands.Adam inhaled deeply, his chest rising as he steadied his breath, then sighed in a tone that carried both weariness and sharp determination. His eyes, glowing faintly with restrained fury, locked on Dexter.“Now,” Adam said, his vo
The Almighty Landon — Chapter 490
A couple of minutes earlier—right after George Anderson had stormed out of the room where Adam and Dexter were facing each other—he wandered aimlessly through the endless, suffocating hallways of the sprawling plant facility, muttering curses under his breath. He still remembered Adam’s sharp command to leave, as if Adam had any right to order him around.“Why is it so damn hard to leave this place?!” George snapped, his voice echoing against the metallic walls. His frustration wasn’t just about the labyrinth-like building; it was also a boiling resentment toward Adam.The memory of Adam’s command replayed in his head like an irritating itch he couldn’t scratch. Adam’s cold tone, his absolute certainty—George smacked his tongue loudly, his anger swelling.“That bastard!” George hissed. “Ordering me around like we’re equals. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to?!” His fists clenched tightly, his nails biting into his palms as he fumed.For a brief moment, George entertained the t